Authors notes : Well, here we go the next CHAPTER!!! Wahoo! These are coming out faster, weirder, and in more quantity then I expected, but oh well. If you people enjoy them that's all that matters right? You do enjoy them, don't you? Oh, ONE thing this chapter has a lot less humor in it, as it is they meet the judge and gain a few err `problems'. In addition, there's a BIT of a cliffhanger at the end so haha! Um oh yeah one last thing, from now on its gets a bit more serious and a bit angsty (next chapter) and of course more slashy between our beloved triangle er rectangle er um you know what I mean! I hope... -_-;;;
Anyway, I don't have time to thank all of you who reviewed as I should and I am SO SORRY but Thank you all anyhow. I will try to put up a proper thanks in the next chapter. Ok on with the story.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT *insert curse word here* Own LotR's or any of its characters. (`cept for Galfin in this so don't steal my openly gay little boy kay!) However, the idea for this story is solely mine so please don't take that either. Ok Sankyou!
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Chapter 4 : "Of Mirrors and Unwanted Prophecies." (couldn't think of a better title so sue me!)
The crisp late morning air was fresh against their cheeks and in their lunges as a gentle singing breeze blew long and soft through their tamed hair. The sun was high but mellow, blotted out every so often by lazy wafting clouds of white and gray and tall thick tree's that surrounded the whole city.
The streets were now swelling with passersby, nameless people bustling about their busy lives as if it was what they had always done for as long as time had been.
However, they were of a pleasant people stopping and smiling or exchanging greetings and awed hugs as the ensemble moved past their carts or storefronts. Some even offered gifts, many a maid or more often then naught a young lad stopping to admire the men's beauty and exotic tones. A few of the citizens even walked swiftly up to them to place jewels in their hair and strings of glittering material around their necks and waists.
The fellowship was definitely flattered yet somewhat unsettled and embarrassed but joyful nonetheless. Nothing about these people was threatening, no dangers, no evils, they had yet to even spot a single guard or face that did not smile pleasantly at them. In its own way it was certainly unnerving but the group was as if in a trance, taking no more head of the oddness now then when they had after their initial arrival.
Galfin, ever joyous and excited, pulled the men along happily, switching from ones arm to the next as quickly as a bee from flower to flower. He pointed out all the landmarks and his favorite places to shop or eat, and introduced them to many of his closest friends. Most of whom almost immediately took a liking to the men and started to act in very similar manners as the young master himself.
Much to the displeasure and yet amusement of the group.
"Tis indeed a fair city young Galfin. Strong and prosperous, much like my own." Boromir nodded, stopping at one store window and peered in at the wondrous displays. Galfin instantly was at his side, his arms flung tight around the tall mans lean waist, looking over the items in the store brightly. "It be indeed handsome one. It pleases I to no end knowing you enjoy it!" the boy responded, giving Boromir a quick squeeze and nuzzle of the chest before flitting back to Legolas and Aragorn.
The bright haired son of Gondor shook his head at the young man and straightened his crumpled tunic, turning back with a sigh to the displays. An involuntary shiver ran down his spin and he smirked. Star's! He was never going to get used to that boy and all his touching and groping! At least he didn't have to suffer alone though. That thought comforted him as he turned around just in time to see said boy tackling a certain struggling blond elf to the ground.
Boromir let out a loud laugh as the little one straddled the slender princeling's waist and pinned his arms down with surprising strength. Legolas blinked vacantly at Galfin, then gently pushed the boy back to sit on his haunches and himself up into a half sitting position. "What is it?" He asked, breathing in a deep breath to regain some of the air lost from his lunges upon impact to the ground.
The tanned boys face light up with one of the widest grins yet, and he giggled absent mindedly while grasping the sides of the elf's face with smooth hands. "Remembered I just of now a place yet you have to see! It shall interest you much me thinks! Come! It not be far!" He laughed again with twinkling eyes at the elf's incredulous expression. "You HAD to tackle me to tell us this?" the blond asked, pushing up a little further, but the boy still did not budge.
Galfin shrugged then leaned forward and kissed the tender tip of Legolas' nose. "Nay, but it were funner this way! I like much touching you, so soft you are! Intrigues me it does!" The foreign boy grinned again then flicked his tongue out to lap at the tip of his nose again before quickly jumping from him and latched onto Aragorn.
Legolas shuddered as a swift wind blew over the wet tip of his nose, the heat in his cheeks rising quickly as the group for the hundredth time in the last two days laughed at his expense. Silently, the wood-elf stood and gently dusted the dirt and wrinkles form his tunic and leggings and whipped the wetness from his offended appendage, looking finally over to Aragorn who was giving him some of the most jesting looks he'd yet to see.
`Oh that man was going to pay!' the elf prince thought, raising a fine eyebrow and motioned to Galfin latched onto his dark haired companions arm as if to say `just-wait-he'll-get-you-too!' With that thought, the Ranger quickly straightened his face and slipped from the young man's grip. However Galfin would not let him get away unscathed and quickly grabbed him again assaulting his behind like he had the others' the day before.
Legolas as well as the rest of the group burst out laughing at their leader, grinning at his flushed face and his sharp intake of breath at the unexpected violation. The gentle Elf slipped next to the Ranger and wrapped an arm around his shoulder pulling his ear close and whispered into it.
"I told you before this day was out you would suffer the same as Boromir and I, did I not? I believe you now owe us both one day of services." He smiled his eyes a glow at his friends distress and defeat, referring to a private bet the three had made that very morning.
Aragorn swallowed hard, images and thoughts coming then unbidden into his mind of just WHAT those `services' might be. He felt with perfect accuracy the soft touch of the elf's arm around his shoulder and the gentle hot tufts of breath that caressed his cheek and neck. Their bodies were much too close for comfort. The ranger also could feel with hot clarity the searching and laughing gaze of Boromir upon every inch of their bodies.
A furious flush beat across his face as he swiftly pushed from Legolas and Galfin without looking back lowering his head in shame. `Oh heaven's! What is wrong with me?! I shouldn't be thinking such impure thoughts! I shouldn't be thinking of them in such a way, blast it! That is wrong! Just plain and simply wrong! They are my friends! Not...' he gulped and ducked quickly behind a building breathing unevenly.
Stars he had to get out of this place! Ever since they entered this city, his thoughts ran away from him into unexplored territory. Territory that should forever remain unexplored!
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"Here friends, come it be just around the corner!" young Galfin quipped, pulling on Legolas' slender hand and Boromir's arm both of whom just followed silently shaking their heads and fending off the boys wondering touches. The young hobbits were close behind them, tripping occasionally over their own feet as they were to busy watching and sniggering at their two unfortunate friends' reactions. Then Gimli followed grumbling behind them, his head still aching numbly but a small smirk finding his lips nonetheless.
Lastly was Aragorn, who walked with heavy troubled steps behind the group detached from the merriment. He kept his head down trying hard to find some sense in his wondering thoughts, still disturbed by these new feelings for his two closest friends.
The others however were oblivious to his inner most turmoil's and continued somewhat happily on their way.
Soon, the fellowship broke into a large courtyard of some sort, tall white buildings of magnificent splendor lining the outside of a circular marble pathway. There were carvings on each stone in the long winding path each one different with its own tale to tell but none recognized the strange script. In the very center of the large courtyard was a tall triangular gazebo type structure with round steps leading up to it on its three sides. In addition, in the very center was a tall pedestal that reached about to Legolas' chest, adorning atop it a solitary rounded mirror.
The group stopped some in awe and some in confusion at the entrance to the courtyard, most starring wide eyed at their new surroundings.
Pippin knelt down close to the marble stones and looked hard at them trying to discern what they read then reached out his small hand and pulled Merry down next to him. "What do these say?" He asked his companion, running his quick fingers over the indentations upon the ground. Merry shrugged passing his own hand over the writing. "Is it elvish?" Pippin question again, looking back towards his friend.
"I don't know Pip." Merry replied, looking over his shoulder to Legolas for an answer. The tall fair elf shook his head in response. "It is not elvish little ones. I do not know what it is." Legolas responded, moving over to get a closer look himself. Galfin suddenly popped up next to the pretty blond and threw his arms around his neck nodding his head. "You be right Lovely one of I. `Tis the language of mine people. It be a prophecy." He informed, pulling the elf resisting further into the courtyard.
Boromir slid away from the two to stand next to Aragorn, raising an eyebrow but did not comment happy to be away form the boys clutches if only for a moment. Aragorn glanced to his bright haired friend and his lip quirked up despite his inner struggles, understanding the man's want to get away. "What is the prophecy?" Sam asked, moving up to stand next to the clinging boy.
Galfin beamed at the question then quickly ran back and pushed the two humans forward to stand next to Legolas. "I shall tell! Indeed, shall I!" He moved forward, motioning them to come nearer to the gazebo.
"You see that? The mirror?" He pointed to the pedestal and smiled at their silent nods. "That be Fallon de'tin. The Judge. The prophecy tells of him, and purpose of he." Merry's eyebrows knitted up in puzzlement. "He?" Gimli asked, crossing his arms over his burly chest somewhat interested in the story. Galfin nodded, and motioned to Frodo. "Aye, he. The Judge be living, he has an essence and feelings same as that of which you carry." He placed a small hand on Frodo's little chest, who instinctively stepped back wearily and grasped the ring tightly.
"How do you know of the it?" Aragorn stepped forward protectively pushing Frodo behind him. Galfin looked somewhat surprised at the Ranger and raised his hands in a submissive gesture. "No fear! I want not the ring!" the young man exclaimed taking a quick step back with a gentle non-threatening smile. Yet, upon seeing Aragorn's doubt turned, locking his fingers behind his back and replied.
"Why would someone of I give up pure happiness for power? What uses would I have for it?" he whispered then continued moving towards the gazebo somewhat hurt that the dark haired man didn't trust him. Aragorn lowered his defenses if only a little. The boys words did make some sense. Quickly Galfin shook his head and turned ushering the group forward. He had a job to do he couldn't allow silly emotions to get in his way.
"Come then, let I tell you of his tale." The hobbits nodded and moved forward with interest ignoring the others as they hesitated. The young man crouched down and placed a hand on Pippin's shoulder, pointing to the mirror he began his tale. "You see, he was created along time ago before even your ring little master. Forged from the very waters of Galadriel's mirror..." At that, Frodo and Legolas started, however each with a different reason.
There had never been any accounts of a mirror made from Galadriel's pool, none of the water had ever even left 'Lorien or her side for that matter. How could this be? Legolas moved a little closer towards the strange rounded mirror, indeed it did in fact seem to glow with the same light, but... But it simply wasn't possible! The blond elf shook his head and turned back to hear the rest of the story.
"One purpose was he made for. To Judge. He be to pass judgment upon `the triangle' when indeed they appear." Galfin paused forming a triangle with the thumb and pointer finger of each hand, looking over the companies faces taking in each one's expression in turn through it.
"Judgment? What kind of judgment?" the blond princeling asked softly, crossing his arms over his chest to cup his elbows. Merry nodded and looked back at the boys own face. "And what of `the triangle'? What is it?" he asked.
Galfin shook his head with a smile. "Not an `it', little one. The Triangle be of three. They are flesh and blood as you and I. To be judged with a trial each their own they are." He stood again, looking intently at the glittering surface of the mirror. "And what sort of trials would that be?" Boromir question, putting his own two cents in as he too moved up to hear the tale. The young boy shook his head almost grievingly and gave his new friends a saddened smile.
"Not I would know such things. No one should, cept for Fallon de'tin himself. " The tanned child replied wrapping his own arms around his body.
His actions and tone were unsettling to the group. For as long as they had been there they had never once seen him do anything but smile and be joyous, and now that that light had broken form his face they were all for some strange reason saddened.
Galfin shook his head again but did not smile as he ascended the stairs and gently grazed his shaking fingers across the mirrors glass surface with glazed eyes. A small jolt followed the contact and his dead eyes widened and quivered at their limits. 'It can not be!' His mind screamed and he turned to the others. "The triangle had yet to this day to appear. Worried am I, was I... but no longer..." he whispered and stepped back down from the pedestal and moved behind the group.
"What are you talking about Mr. Galfin?" Samwise asked softly, his light face puzzled as he watched the boy. Galfin merely pointed back up to the mirror and began to speak in a somber tone. The voice was not his own. "This is the prophecy..." his words were screamed and yet strangely a whisper, the judge speaking through him.
The moment his words stopped however the mirror began to spin, emitting a fierce glow and an ungodly shrieking sound that all had to duck their eyes and cover their ears in pain.
An incredible wind began to kick pulling the group closer towards the gazebo against their will. "What is this?!" Aragorn called, grabbing a hold of Frodo and Sam, trying to hold them back.
"Never mind it! Just RUN!!!" Boromir called, also grabbing onto two of the Hobbits pushing them back. Gimli nodded and grabbed a hold of Legolas' arm and turned to pull him away- but instead came to a jolting halt as the elf's form refused to budge. Confused the dwarf turned and looked up at the blonds face and instantly gasped, tightening his grip on his arm.
Legolas' eyes were wide open and glossy almost as if he were asleep yet he was standing and his free arm was up, his trembling hand reaching towards the judge. "Master elf?!" Gimli called, tugging fiercely on the princes arm trying to shake him to his senses. "Aragorn! Legolas, HE'S!-" His cry was cut off as a sharp beam of light shot forth from the violently rotating mirror and engulfed the blond prince and pulled him flying forward against the dwarf's will.
The elf's body came to a mean halt a mere few feet away from the gazebo, levitating about a foot form the ground, head snapped back. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened if even possible, his nimble arms thrown out to the side. Aragorn and Boromir drew to an immediate halt at Gimli's cry and turned with wide eyes to look upon their bewitched friends glowing form.
"Oh Stars!" Aragorn cried in reply, both men shooting forward towards the trapped elf. Two more beams of white hot light shot out with immense fierceness as the men passed the startled Dwarf and connected with their bodies, pulling them forward in a similar fashion forming a triangle around the gazebo.
There were now three imprisoned glowing forms, each snapped back chests arched up as the intensity of the ferocious light brightened. "Strider!" "Boromir!" "Legolas!!" The hobbits yelled to their comrades, trying hard to run forward and help them. However, Gimli held them back trying to keep them from harm while thinking frantically for something he himself could do to help as well.
"Galfin!! What have you done?!?!" the dwarf cried accusingly, turning to look for the boy. Yet, what met him was not what he expected indeed. The strange boy was crumpled upon the ground unconscious it would seem, a slim stream of crimson trickling from his ears and eyes each. Gimli's eyes widened in shock and confusion. What in middle-Earth was going on here?!
"Frodo, Sam! Galfin's hurt go help him." Gimli ordered, pushing the four frightened half-lings towards their new friend then turned back to the site before them.
He was completely at a loss as to what to do, and for that matter at as to what he COULD do. He felt so useless! Just like when Gandalf!- Shocked, Gimli jerked in realization. That was the first time he had thought of their perished friend since they came upon this place. What was wrong with them? They should be morning right now! What was wrong with this place that it could make them so completely forget their troubles?!
The dwarf was roughly brought back to the problem at hand by a strangled scream from the tender Pippin, and his eyes snapped back towards their bewitched friends. A steady spear like stream of light pierced through each of the three's bodies and retracted a small star like gem, each pulsating with a furious power. The mirror spun maddeningly as each gem passed into it glassy surface, gaining in speed with each one.
Then, as suddenly as it had all started, it stopped. With one final horrific wave of light, followed by the sound of metal closing upon flesh and three startled gasps the fellowship was engulfed by white searing power.
And then, nothing....
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TBC!
Muwahahahaha! Nice cliffhanger huh?
Hehe, I hope you're all still with me and I haven't scared you off yet ^_^ Oh by the way, if you couldn't figure it out (though I'm fairly sure you could) when Galfin walked up to the mirror and touched it and talked with a different voice that was the personality of the Judge (the mirror) talking/acting through him. Ok? Confusing? I hope not -_-;;
Hmm... I'm confused about this chapter. I do not know if I really like it. I think I might just delete it and redo it somehow. What do you think? Should I keep it?
Well, as always Sankyo for reading and please if you feel gracious you lovely people you review! Please? ^_^
Anyway, I don't have time to thank all of you who reviewed as I should and I am SO SORRY but Thank you all anyhow. I will try to put up a proper thanks in the next chapter. Ok on with the story.
DISCLAIMER: I do NOT *insert curse word here* Own LotR's or any of its characters. (`cept for Galfin in this so don't steal my openly gay little boy kay!) However, the idea for this story is solely mine so please don't take that either. Ok Sankyou!
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Chapter 4 : "Of Mirrors and Unwanted Prophecies." (couldn't think of a better title so sue me!)
The crisp late morning air was fresh against their cheeks and in their lunges as a gentle singing breeze blew long and soft through their tamed hair. The sun was high but mellow, blotted out every so often by lazy wafting clouds of white and gray and tall thick tree's that surrounded the whole city.
The streets were now swelling with passersby, nameless people bustling about their busy lives as if it was what they had always done for as long as time had been.
However, they were of a pleasant people stopping and smiling or exchanging greetings and awed hugs as the ensemble moved past their carts or storefronts. Some even offered gifts, many a maid or more often then naught a young lad stopping to admire the men's beauty and exotic tones. A few of the citizens even walked swiftly up to them to place jewels in their hair and strings of glittering material around their necks and waists.
The fellowship was definitely flattered yet somewhat unsettled and embarrassed but joyful nonetheless. Nothing about these people was threatening, no dangers, no evils, they had yet to even spot a single guard or face that did not smile pleasantly at them. In its own way it was certainly unnerving but the group was as if in a trance, taking no more head of the oddness now then when they had after their initial arrival.
Galfin, ever joyous and excited, pulled the men along happily, switching from ones arm to the next as quickly as a bee from flower to flower. He pointed out all the landmarks and his favorite places to shop or eat, and introduced them to many of his closest friends. Most of whom almost immediately took a liking to the men and started to act in very similar manners as the young master himself.
Much to the displeasure and yet amusement of the group.
"Tis indeed a fair city young Galfin. Strong and prosperous, much like my own." Boromir nodded, stopping at one store window and peered in at the wondrous displays. Galfin instantly was at his side, his arms flung tight around the tall mans lean waist, looking over the items in the store brightly. "It be indeed handsome one. It pleases I to no end knowing you enjoy it!" the boy responded, giving Boromir a quick squeeze and nuzzle of the chest before flitting back to Legolas and Aragorn.
The bright haired son of Gondor shook his head at the young man and straightened his crumpled tunic, turning back with a sigh to the displays. An involuntary shiver ran down his spin and he smirked. Star's! He was never going to get used to that boy and all his touching and groping! At least he didn't have to suffer alone though. That thought comforted him as he turned around just in time to see said boy tackling a certain struggling blond elf to the ground.
Boromir let out a loud laugh as the little one straddled the slender princeling's waist and pinned his arms down with surprising strength. Legolas blinked vacantly at Galfin, then gently pushed the boy back to sit on his haunches and himself up into a half sitting position. "What is it?" He asked, breathing in a deep breath to regain some of the air lost from his lunges upon impact to the ground.
The tanned boys face light up with one of the widest grins yet, and he giggled absent mindedly while grasping the sides of the elf's face with smooth hands. "Remembered I just of now a place yet you have to see! It shall interest you much me thinks! Come! It not be far!" He laughed again with twinkling eyes at the elf's incredulous expression. "You HAD to tackle me to tell us this?" the blond asked, pushing up a little further, but the boy still did not budge.
Galfin shrugged then leaned forward and kissed the tender tip of Legolas' nose. "Nay, but it were funner this way! I like much touching you, so soft you are! Intrigues me it does!" The foreign boy grinned again then flicked his tongue out to lap at the tip of his nose again before quickly jumping from him and latched onto Aragorn.
Legolas shuddered as a swift wind blew over the wet tip of his nose, the heat in his cheeks rising quickly as the group for the hundredth time in the last two days laughed at his expense. Silently, the wood-elf stood and gently dusted the dirt and wrinkles form his tunic and leggings and whipped the wetness from his offended appendage, looking finally over to Aragorn who was giving him some of the most jesting looks he'd yet to see.
`Oh that man was going to pay!' the elf prince thought, raising a fine eyebrow and motioned to Galfin latched onto his dark haired companions arm as if to say `just-wait-he'll-get-you-too!' With that thought, the Ranger quickly straightened his face and slipped from the young man's grip. However Galfin would not let him get away unscathed and quickly grabbed him again assaulting his behind like he had the others' the day before.
Legolas as well as the rest of the group burst out laughing at their leader, grinning at his flushed face and his sharp intake of breath at the unexpected violation. The gentle Elf slipped next to the Ranger and wrapped an arm around his shoulder pulling his ear close and whispered into it.
"I told you before this day was out you would suffer the same as Boromir and I, did I not? I believe you now owe us both one day of services." He smiled his eyes a glow at his friends distress and defeat, referring to a private bet the three had made that very morning.
Aragorn swallowed hard, images and thoughts coming then unbidden into his mind of just WHAT those `services' might be. He felt with perfect accuracy the soft touch of the elf's arm around his shoulder and the gentle hot tufts of breath that caressed his cheek and neck. Their bodies were much too close for comfort. The ranger also could feel with hot clarity the searching and laughing gaze of Boromir upon every inch of their bodies.
A furious flush beat across his face as he swiftly pushed from Legolas and Galfin without looking back lowering his head in shame. `Oh heaven's! What is wrong with me?! I shouldn't be thinking such impure thoughts! I shouldn't be thinking of them in such a way, blast it! That is wrong! Just plain and simply wrong! They are my friends! Not...' he gulped and ducked quickly behind a building breathing unevenly.
Stars he had to get out of this place! Ever since they entered this city, his thoughts ran away from him into unexplored territory. Territory that should forever remain unexplored!
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"Here friends, come it be just around the corner!" young Galfin quipped, pulling on Legolas' slender hand and Boromir's arm both of whom just followed silently shaking their heads and fending off the boys wondering touches. The young hobbits were close behind them, tripping occasionally over their own feet as they were to busy watching and sniggering at their two unfortunate friends' reactions. Then Gimli followed grumbling behind them, his head still aching numbly but a small smirk finding his lips nonetheless.
Lastly was Aragorn, who walked with heavy troubled steps behind the group detached from the merriment. He kept his head down trying hard to find some sense in his wondering thoughts, still disturbed by these new feelings for his two closest friends.
The others however were oblivious to his inner most turmoil's and continued somewhat happily on their way.
Soon, the fellowship broke into a large courtyard of some sort, tall white buildings of magnificent splendor lining the outside of a circular marble pathway. There were carvings on each stone in the long winding path each one different with its own tale to tell but none recognized the strange script. In the very center of the large courtyard was a tall triangular gazebo type structure with round steps leading up to it on its three sides. In addition, in the very center was a tall pedestal that reached about to Legolas' chest, adorning atop it a solitary rounded mirror.
The group stopped some in awe and some in confusion at the entrance to the courtyard, most starring wide eyed at their new surroundings.
Pippin knelt down close to the marble stones and looked hard at them trying to discern what they read then reached out his small hand and pulled Merry down next to him. "What do these say?" He asked his companion, running his quick fingers over the indentations upon the ground. Merry shrugged passing his own hand over the writing. "Is it elvish?" Pippin question again, looking back towards his friend.
"I don't know Pip." Merry replied, looking over his shoulder to Legolas for an answer. The tall fair elf shook his head in response. "It is not elvish little ones. I do not know what it is." Legolas responded, moving over to get a closer look himself. Galfin suddenly popped up next to the pretty blond and threw his arms around his neck nodding his head. "You be right Lovely one of I. `Tis the language of mine people. It be a prophecy." He informed, pulling the elf resisting further into the courtyard.
Boromir slid away from the two to stand next to Aragorn, raising an eyebrow but did not comment happy to be away form the boys clutches if only for a moment. Aragorn glanced to his bright haired friend and his lip quirked up despite his inner struggles, understanding the man's want to get away. "What is the prophecy?" Sam asked, moving up to stand next to the clinging boy.
Galfin beamed at the question then quickly ran back and pushed the two humans forward to stand next to Legolas. "I shall tell! Indeed, shall I!" He moved forward, motioning them to come nearer to the gazebo.
"You see that? The mirror?" He pointed to the pedestal and smiled at their silent nods. "That be Fallon de'tin. The Judge. The prophecy tells of him, and purpose of he." Merry's eyebrows knitted up in puzzlement. "He?" Gimli asked, crossing his arms over his burly chest somewhat interested in the story. Galfin nodded, and motioned to Frodo. "Aye, he. The Judge be living, he has an essence and feelings same as that of which you carry." He placed a small hand on Frodo's little chest, who instinctively stepped back wearily and grasped the ring tightly.
"How do you know of the it?" Aragorn stepped forward protectively pushing Frodo behind him. Galfin looked somewhat surprised at the Ranger and raised his hands in a submissive gesture. "No fear! I want not the ring!" the young man exclaimed taking a quick step back with a gentle non-threatening smile. Yet, upon seeing Aragorn's doubt turned, locking his fingers behind his back and replied.
"Why would someone of I give up pure happiness for power? What uses would I have for it?" he whispered then continued moving towards the gazebo somewhat hurt that the dark haired man didn't trust him. Aragorn lowered his defenses if only a little. The boys words did make some sense. Quickly Galfin shook his head and turned ushering the group forward. He had a job to do he couldn't allow silly emotions to get in his way.
"Come then, let I tell you of his tale." The hobbits nodded and moved forward with interest ignoring the others as they hesitated. The young man crouched down and placed a hand on Pippin's shoulder, pointing to the mirror he began his tale. "You see, he was created along time ago before even your ring little master. Forged from the very waters of Galadriel's mirror..." At that, Frodo and Legolas started, however each with a different reason.
There had never been any accounts of a mirror made from Galadriel's pool, none of the water had ever even left 'Lorien or her side for that matter. How could this be? Legolas moved a little closer towards the strange rounded mirror, indeed it did in fact seem to glow with the same light, but... But it simply wasn't possible! The blond elf shook his head and turned back to hear the rest of the story.
"One purpose was he made for. To Judge. He be to pass judgment upon `the triangle' when indeed they appear." Galfin paused forming a triangle with the thumb and pointer finger of each hand, looking over the companies faces taking in each one's expression in turn through it.
"Judgment? What kind of judgment?" the blond princeling asked softly, crossing his arms over his chest to cup his elbows. Merry nodded and looked back at the boys own face. "And what of `the triangle'? What is it?" he asked.
Galfin shook his head with a smile. "Not an `it', little one. The Triangle be of three. They are flesh and blood as you and I. To be judged with a trial each their own they are." He stood again, looking intently at the glittering surface of the mirror. "And what sort of trials would that be?" Boromir question, putting his own two cents in as he too moved up to hear the tale. The young boy shook his head almost grievingly and gave his new friends a saddened smile.
"Not I would know such things. No one should, cept for Fallon de'tin himself. " The tanned child replied wrapping his own arms around his body.
His actions and tone were unsettling to the group. For as long as they had been there they had never once seen him do anything but smile and be joyous, and now that that light had broken form his face they were all for some strange reason saddened.
Galfin shook his head again but did not smile as he ascended the stairs and gently grazed his shaking fingers across the mirrors glass surface with glazed eyes. A small jolt followed the contact and his dead eyes widened and quivered at their limits. 'It can not be!' His mind screamed and he turned to the others. "The triangle had yet to this day to appear. Worried am I, was I... but no longer..." he whispered and stepped back down from the pedestal and moved behind the group.
"What are you talking about Mr. Galfin?" Samwise asked softly, his light face puzzled as he watched the boy. Galfin merely pointed back up to the mirror and began to speak in a somber tone. The voice was not his own. "This is the prophecy..." his words were screamed and yet strangely a whisper, the judge speaking through him.
The moment his words stopped however the mirror began to spin, emitting a fierce glow and an ungodly shrieking sound that all had to duck their eyes and cover their ears in pain.
An incredible wind began to kick pulling the group closer towards the gazebo against their will. "What is this?!" Aragorn called, grabbing a hold of Frodo and Sam, trying to hold them back.
"Never mind it! Just RUN!!!" Boromir called, also grabbing onto two of the Hobbits pushing them back. Gimli nodded and grabbed a hold of Legolas' arm and turned to pull him away- but instead came to a jolting halt as the elf's form refused to budge. Confused the dwarf turned and looked up at the blonds face and instantly gasped, tightening his grip on his arm.
Legolas' eyes were wide open and glossy almost as if he were asleep yet he was standing and his free arm was up, his trembling hand reaching towards the judge. "Master elf?!" Gimli called, tugging fiercely on the princes arm trying to shake him to his senses. "Aragorn! Legolas, HE'S!-" His cry was cut off as a sharp beam of light shot forth from the violently rotating mirror and engulfed the blond prince and pulled him flying forward against the dwarf's will.
The elf's body came to a mean halt a mere few feet away from the gazebo, levitating about a foot form the ground, head snapped back. His mouth fell open and his eyes widened if even possible, his nimble arms thrown out to the side. Aragorn and Boromir drew to an immediate halt at Gimli's cry and turned with wide eyes to look upon their bewitched friends glowing form.
"Oh Stars!" Aragorn cried in reply, both men shooting forward towards the trapped elf. Two more beams of white hot light shot out with immense fierceness as the men passed the startled Dwarf and connected with their bodies, pulling them forward in a similar fashion forming a triangle around the gazebo.
There were now three imprisoned glowing forms, each snapped back chests arched up as the intensity of the ferocious light brightened. "Strider!" "Boromir!" "Legolas!!" The hobbits yelled to their comrades, trying hard to run forward and help them. However, Gimli held them back trying to keep them from harm while thinking frantically for something he himself could do to help as well.
"Galfin!! What have you done?!?!" the dwarf cried accusingly, turning to look for the boy. Yet, what met him was not what he expected indeed. The strange boy was crumpled upon the ground unconscious it would seem, a slim stream of crimson trickling from his ears and eyes each. Gimli's eyes widened in shock and confusion. What in middle-Earth was going on here?!
"Frodo, Sam! Galfin's hurt go help him." Gimli ordered, pushing the four frightened half-lings towards their new friend then turned back to the site before them.
He was completely at a loss as to what to do, and for that matter at as to what he COULD do. He felt so useless! Just like when Gandalf!- Shocked, Gimli jerked in realization. That was the first time he had thought of their perished friend since they came upon this place. What was wrong with them? They should be morning right now! What was wrong with this place that it could make them so completely forget their troubles?!
The dwarf was roughly brought back to the problem at hand by a strangled scream from the tender Pippin, and his eyes snapped back towards their bewitched friends. A steady spear like stream of light pierced through each of the three's bodies and retracted a small star like gem, each pulsating with a furious power. The mirror spun maddeningly as each gem passed into it glassy surface, gaining in speed with each one.
Then, as suddenly as it had all started, it stopped. With one final horrific wave of light, followed by the sound of metal closing upon flesh and three startled gasps the fellowship was engulfed by white searing power.
And then, nothing....
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TBC!
Muwahahahaha! Nice cliffhanger huh?
Hehe, I hope you're all still with me and I haven't scared you off yet ^_^ Oh by the way, if you couldn't figure it out (though I'm fairly sure you could) when Galfin walked up to the mirror and touched it and talked with a different voice that was the personality of the Judge (the mirror) talking/acting through him. Ok? Confusing? I hope not -_-;;
Hmm... I'm confused about this chapter. I do not know if I really like it. I think I might just delete it and redo it somehow. What do you think? Should I keep it?
Well, as always Sankyo for reading and please if you feel gracious you lovely people you review! Please? ^_^