Dragon Witch
By Nezumi
Chapter Fifteen: George Attacks!
Can the smallest being make all the difference? The answer has been proven time and time again, and as it seems every time man fails to fulfill his duty. For they desire power the very most, and thus have 9 rings. The dwarves 7. Now, of elves, for they are wise, they were given 3. Many things come in threes, in fact, in ancient texts there's a book of the triad which gives three for each subject. Gandalf the Grey, the wisest of the Maia has studied this book and recites its wisdom occasionally.
Is Gandalf the Grey an elf? Such a question should arise to the mind when one learns he has one of the three great rings—the ring of fire. Galadriel too possesses a ring. But where is the third? And should one die, or grow tired of their duties, who is there to inherit such a thing?
As a soul may see, Gandalf's history lays somewhat in question. But what of one without a soul?
Gandalf scratched his beard thoughtfully. If the Black Queen resided in the castle it was possible she had infiltrated long ago and created trust with the Greenleafs and their many servants. It was possible he did not recognize her at all, they'd spent so many years apart…
He had heard of the orc and the midnight ride of Mirth. Party-hopping. Legolas was more like his father than he realized, Thranduil always had liked the Mirth Festivities. "Hmm…" Gandalf squinted, puffing furiously on his pipe. "Hmmm…"
It could also be assumed the orcs came for Legolas as the Black Queen had promised. Herds upon herd of orcs in her care… such could prove disastrous. Damn woman. The east was full of corruption and he set it in his mind never to travel there. "Well, we should actually see Legolas soon!" Pippin chimed.
"Why?"
"His friend, just friend mind you, has awoken," Pippin reported dutifully. "She's awful pretty she is. Matches Rosie Cottonwood-Gamgee she does." A stick knocked him on the head and Gandalf chuckled. "Ouch! George!" Didn't his father teach him to respect his elders? What was Sam coming to now-a-days?
"Don't you speak about me Mum like that! She's married to my da she is! Not you Peregrin Took so distance your wandering eyes."
"George," Gandalf grabbed the hobbit setting him in a chair beside himself. If his concentration was not set upon defeating evil he would have chortled or at least given George a smile, but not today, his focus had not wavered since dawn. "George—you say she screamed because she could not get in your mind?"
"I suppose so Mr. Gandalf, I've got things to do about you know…"
"Some things are more important than other, as you will learn little Master Gamgee. At the moment," Gandalf sighed. "I think saving the world is far more important than the dishes."
George looked down into his lap, twiddling his thumbs. He rather liked doing simple thing, but supposed if need be he would perform to a hero's standard. That ought to fetch him a beautiful hobbit-maiden, shouldn't it? But would such a lady be satisfied with a gardener for a husband? He rather liked plants and flowers, such a beautiful and enticing thing they were. "Well, Mr. Gandalf, sir," George gulped the terror in the back of his throat down again. Hobbits well-adapt themselves to positions such as this. "What should you have me do?"
"Well, young master Gamgee," Gandalf leaned back in his chair. "I need to convince her in her mind she is to appear. Can you do that George?"
The young hobbit stammered, twiddling his thumbs about, "Well, I-I-I, well… oh dear… I should try I suppose. Though I be likin' none of them fancy tricks, mind you."
Gandalf chuckled to himself, but returned to his pipe buried in the realms of unforgiving thought. Trouble upon them worried him greatly and that he should have to call upon an inexperienced halfling to do a job he himself should undertake, but he couldn't force himself to do such a thing. It would pain him to actually kill her, he could lead others to it, but never he himself raise the sword. And her disposition did not help matters any. She appeared when darkness surrounded them.
When should the darkness envelope them?
George Gamgee felt rather frightened as he sat in the chair waiting to become a hero. Maybe, just perhaps his father would object to such things then he would be saved. However, Mr. Gandalf had not believed him on such terms so here he sat waiting to defeat the Black Queen.
Um… oh dear, the voice was murmuring as he entered her mind unnoticed. This shouldn't be happening.
I should appear, George thought, just as Gandalf had directed.
I should, you know? The Black Queen confirmed his comments she mistook for her own. I should I really should, then this wouldn't be so painful. I wouldn't be putting myself in such danger of being discovered. Wait… this does not sound like me. Is there some one in my mind, a chroí? Is that you again?
George through his good hobbit-sense remained quiet.
I am imagining things. Ouch! Why do I have such pain in my mind? At any rate it should be a good thing to appear now, to let them see the person that tortures them. But, I shouldn't torture them. Wait! This is me I speak of. What? I… I should not be thinking I should keep an elven prince around just because he looks handsome! Who knows what his heart contains? And what does it matter to me?
George broke away and hid his face. "You shouldn't intrude upon people's minds Mr. Gandalf its very rude! Who knows what they may be thinking of! You've not seen what I seen Mr. Gandalf-sir. It was unseemly things."
Gandalf raised an eyebrow, still puffing on his pipe. "Of what do you speak?"
"Of the image of Lord Legolas she had."
Gandalf scratched his beard. Interesting wasn't that? Very interesting.
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By Nezumi
Chapter Fifteen: George Attacks!
Can the smallest being make all the difference? The answer has been proven time and time again, and as it seems every time man fails to fulfill his duty. For they desire power the very most, and thus have 9 rings. The dwarves 7. Now, of elves, for they are wise, they were given 3. Many things come in threes, in fact, in ancient texts there's a book of the triad which gives three for each subject. Gandalf the Grey, the wisest of the Maia has studied this book and recites its wisdom occasionally.
Is Gandalf the Grey an elf? Such a question should arise to the mind when one learns he has one of the three great rings—the ring of fire. Galadriel too possesses a ring. But where is the third? And should one die, or grow tired of their duties, who is there to inherit such a thing?
As a soul may see, Gandalf's history lays somewhat in question. But what of one without a soul?
Gandalf scratched his beard thoughtfully. If the Black Queen resided in the castle it was possible she had infiltrated long ago and created trust with the Greenleafs and their many servants. It was possible he did not recognize her at all, they'd spent so many years apart…
He had heard of the orc and the midnight ride of Mirth. Party-hopping. Legolas was more like his father than he realized, Thranduil always had liked the Mirth Festivities. "Hmm…" Gandalf squinted, puffing furiously on his pipe. "Hmmm…"
It could also be assumed the orcs came for Legolas as the Black Queen had promised. Herds upon herd of orcs in her care… such could prove disastrous. Damn woman. The east was full of corruption and he set it in his mind never to travel there. "Well, we should actually see Legolas soon!" Pippin chimed.
"Why?"
"His friend, just friend mind you, has awoken," Pippin reported dutifully. "She's awful pretty she is. Matches Rosie Cottonwood-Gamgee she does." A stick knocked him on the head and Gandalf chuckled. "Ouch! George!" Didn't his father teach him to respect his elders? What was Sam coming to now-a-days?
"Don't you speak about me Mum like that! She's married to my da she is! Not you Peregrin Took so distance your wandering eyes."
"George," Gandalf grabbed the hobbit setting him in a chair beside himself. If his concentration was not set upon defeating evil he would have chortled or at least given George a smile, but not today, his focus had not wavered since dawn. "George—you say she screamed because she could not get in your mind?"
"I suppose so Mr. Gandalf, I've got things to do about you know…"
"Some things are more important than other, as you will learn little Master Gamgee. At the moment," Gandalf sighed. "I think saving the world is far more important than the dishes."
George looked down into his lap, twiddling his thumbs. He rather liked doing simple thing, but supposed if need be he would perform to a hero's standard. That ought to fetch him a beautiful hobbit-maiden, shouldn't it? But would such a lady be satisfied with a gardener for a husband? He rather liked plants and flowers, such a beautiful and enticing thing they were. "Well, Mr. Gandalf, sir," George gulped the terror in the back of his throat down again. Hobbits well-adapt themselves to positions such as this. "What should you have me do?"
"Well, young master Gamgee," Gandalf leaned back in his chair. "I need to convince her in her mind she is to appear. Can you do that George?"
The young hobbit stammered, twiddling his thumbs about, "Well, I-I-I, well… oh dear… I should try I suppose. Though I be likin' none of them fancy tricks, mind you."
Gandalf chuckled to himself, but returned to his pipe buried in the realms of unforgiving thought. Trouble upon them worried him greatly and that he should have to call upon an inexperienced halfling to do a job he himself should undertake, but he couldn't force himself to do such a thing. It would pain him to actually kill her, he could lead others to it, but never he himself raise the sword. And her disposition did not help matters any. She appeared when darkness surrounded them.
When should the darkness envelope them?
George Gamgee felt rather frightened as he sat in the chair waiting to become a hero. Maybe, just perhaps his father would object to such things then he would be saved. However, Mr. Gandalf had not believed him on such terms so here he sat waiting to defeat the Black Queen.
Um… oh dear, the voice was murmuring as he entered her mind unnoticed. This shouldn't be happening.
I should appear, George thought, just as Gandalf had directed.
I should, you know? The Black Queen confirmed his comments she mistook for her own. I should I really should, then this wouldn't be so painful. I wouldn't be putting myself in such danger of being discovered. Wait… this does not sound like me. Is there some one in my mind, a chroí? Is that you again?
George through his good hobbit-sense remained quiet.
I am imagining things. Ouch! Why do I have such pain in my mind? At any rate it should be a good thing to appear now, to let them see the person that tortures them. But, I shouldn't torture them. Wait! This is me I speak of. What? I… I should not be thinking I should keep an elven prince around just because he looks handsome! Who knows what his heart contains? And what does it matter to me?
George broke away and hid his face. "You shouldn't intrude upon people's minds Mr. Gandalf its very rude! Who knows what they may be thinking of! You've not seen what I seen Mr. Gandalf-sir. It was unseemly things."
Gandalf raised an eyebrow, still puffing on his pipe. "Of what do you speak?"
"Of the image of Lord Legolas she had."
Gandalf scratched his beard. Interesting wasn't that? Very interesting.
.-*-.
A.N. Kisses and hugs to all that review! I really like feedback! I'm paranoid about this becoming a mary-sue so… as said previously, if you think it is: TELL ME. Okay. I'll shut up.
E-Mail Confused? I explain. Send questions to: messy@usa.com