Second chapter now! Glad that some of you peeps
anjoyed the first chapter! this one's pretty short, and is basically the
Council. Sorry about that! The first chapter was set before the Hobbit, the
next ones are set several years later during the War of the Ring, so Gimli
is a lot older which will change the general way of thinking.
Hope you got all that! Now for the disclaimer... I own nothing. The genius Tolkien owns it but not me... *weeps* and the song 'Love To See You Cry' is sung by Enrique Iglesias.
Maybe I just wanna touch you
Feel you warm inside again
Maybe I just wanna hurt you
The sweetest pleasure is pain.
I don't know why... why
But I love to see you cry
I don't know why... why
It just makes me feel alive.
Everything had to start somewhere. Ea had begun with the Song of Ilúvator. But where had Ilúvator begun? Where had Aule, Yavanna, and Ulmo begun? Where did the Hobbits begin?
The young Dwarf pondered these unanswerable questions as Elrond spoke. The Elf-Lord was talking about the Story of the Ring. He knew that he should be listening, but what was the point? It did not matter how this Thing came into being. What was important was the fact that it was, and must be destroyed.
Gimli sighed. The Council had gone on for a terribly long time. He pushed a strand of red hair from his eyes just as Elrond motioned for his father to stand up. Gimli shifted uncomfortably in his seat. This tale was not new to him, and the very memory of the Black Riders on their black horses was enough to send shivers down his spine. Yet, it was the terrible beasts that he feared more than the terror's that rode them. Oh, how he hated horses! They were so big, and so dangerous, with wild rolling eyes and foaming tongues champing angrily on their bits....
Gimli mentally shook himself out of his steadily darkening thoughts just as Bilbo stood. The rest of the Council members all fixed their eyes on the old Hobbit, and Boromir, the Man of Gondor murmured something inaudible beneath his breath.
Gimli watched, growing more and more amazed as the minutes went on. Bilbo's tale was wholly new to both him and his father, and Gimli found himself wondering at the strength and solidness of the Halflings. Maybe they were stronger than their stature and build let on. Not that Gimli had ever truly doubted it, having heard the story of the Quest for Erebor many many times, which meant hearing about Bilbo's many endeavours.
This opinion was further heightened as Frodo was instructed to stand and tell his tale. Gimli felt almost sorry for him as he tentatively began. He obviously wasn't a tried story-teller like his elderly uncle. But the Hobbit's tale was truly amazing, and Gimli wondered whether any other creature alive could have withstood the Ringwraiths as he and his three Hobbit companions had done.
But as the Council wore on, Gimli became slightly restless. He shifted in his seat, and grimaced silently at the stabbing pain that dug into his back. Gloin shot him a look, and Gimli slumped down with a sigh. They seemed to have been here an eternity... the young Dwaf drifted in and ut of his own thoughts, when they were interrupted by a shout from the corner.
"But you will not send him off alone, surely Master!"
A few Council members jumped, and turned towards a stout Hobbit that had popped up from the corner where he had been sitting unnoticed, a look of steely determintaion on his face. Elrond laughed slightly.
"No indeed! You at least shall go with him. It is hardly possible to seperate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not."
The Hobbit sat down, and Gimli allowed himself to laugh a little at the look of relief and embarassment on his face.
"A nice pickle we've landed ourselves in, Mr Frodo...."
A pickle indeed, Gimli thought. A pickle indeed.
Now this is a short chapter that has taken ages to get up because of life outside the written world, but more will come soon I hope! Please review!
Hope you got all that! Now for the disclaimer... I own nothing. The genius Tolkien owns it but not me... *weeps* and the song 'Love To See You Cry' is sung by Enrique Iglesias.
Maybe I just wanna touch you
Feel you warm inside again
Maybe I just wanna hurt you
The sweetest pleasure is pain.
I don't know why... why
But I love to see you cry
I don't know why... why
It just makes me feel alive.
Everything had to start somewhere. Ea had begun with the Song of Ilúvator. But where had Ilúvator begun? Where had Aule, Yavanna, and Ulmo begun? Where did the Hobbits begin?
The young Dwarf pondered these unanswerable questions as Elrond spoke. The Elf-Lord was talking about the Story of the Ring. He knew that he should be listening, but what was the point? It did not matter how this Thing came into being. What was important was the fact that it was, and must be destroyed.
Gimli sighed. The Council had gone on for a terribly long time. He pushed a strand of red hair from his eyes just as Elrond motioned for his father to stand up. Gimli shifted uncomfortably in his seat. This tale was not new to him, and the very memory of the Black Riders on their black horses was enough to send shivers down his spine. Yet, it was the terrible beasts that he feared more than the terror's that rode them. Oh, how he hated horses! They were so big, and so dangerous, with wild rolling eyes and foaming tongues champing angrily on their bits....
Gimli mentally shook himself out of his steadily darkening thoughts just as Bilbo stood. The rest of the Council members all fixed their eyes on the old Hobbit, and Boromir, the Man of Gondor murmured something inaudible beneath his breath.
Gimli watched, growing more and more amazed as the minutes went on. Bilbo's tale was wholly new to both him and his father, and Gimli found himself wondering at the strength and solidness of the Halflings. Maybe they were stronger than their stature and build let on. Not that Gimli had ever truly doubted it, having heard the story of the Quest for Erebor many many times, which meant hearing about Bilbo's many endeavours.
This opinion was further heightened as Frodo was instructed to stand and tell his tale. Gimli felt almost sorry for him as he tentatively began. He obviously wasn't a tried story-teller like his elderly uncle. But the Hobbit's tale was truly amazing, and Gimli wondered whether any other creature alive could have withstood the Ringwraiths as he and his three Hobbit companions had done.
But as the Council wore on, Gimli became slightly restless. He shifted in his seat, and grimaced silently at the stabbing pain that dug into his back. Gloin shot him a look, and Gimli slumped down with a sigh. They seemed to have been here an eternity... the young Dwaf drifted in and ut of his own thoughts, when they were interrupted by a shout from the corner.
"But you will not send him off alone, surely Master!"
A few Council members jumped, and turned towards a stout Hobbit that had popped up from the corner where he had been sitting unnoticed, a look of steely determintaion on his face. Elrond laughed slightly.
"No indeed! You at least shall go with him. It is hardly possible to seperate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not."
The Hobbit sat down, and Gimli allowed himself to laugh a little at the look of relief and embarassment on his face.
"A nice pickle we've landed ourselves in, Mr Frodo...."
A pickle indeed, Gimli thought. A pickle indeed.
Now this is a short chapter that has taken ages to get up because of life outside the written world, but more will come soon I hope! Please review!