Disclaimer: They still aren't mine. I would love to own them, but I think
I'm going to have to contend with them spending the weekend over my house,
roasting marshmallows in the backyard. If you want to come, you got to last
eight seconds on WindSong's back. (
Author's notes: Since this is an AU, I'm going to be using parts of both the books and the movies, depending on how I feel. There are bits of the movies I like, and bits of the books I like. So I crammed the two together, along with some of my own stuff. If you don't like that, find some other story. No one's forcing you to read this. That's why it's called fan- fiction. We write what we want.
And one last thing, I know Arwen is kinda out of character in my story, so before you call me on it. I did it on purpose. I'm sick of seeing her as this high-and-mighty, greater-than-though person. So, I messed with her a little. She'll be all right, I think. Might be fun watching try to be queen like this though.
All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Flames will be use to light the campfire. Boromir forgot the damn matches, and Gandalf's staff is on the fritz again. Aragorn is helping Legolas and the hobbits raid the kitchen for food. If the keep this up, we're all going to weigh a ton by the end of the story.
*~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~* A Beautiful Mess *~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~*
"Strider! It's Master Frodo. He's been stabbed!" Sam's voice cut through the silence that had followed the ringwraith attack on Weathertop.
Strider threw aside his burning branch and rushed over to where the four hobbits were gathered. Pulling the knife out of Frodo's shoulder, he suppressed a curse as the blade dissolved in his hand. " It is a Morgul- knife. An accursed blade. Its wound is far beyond my knowledge of healing. There is little I can do for him at the moment, but still I must try. Sam, do you know of Athelas, also called King's Wort?"
"Aye, it is a weed that grown in gardens and likes to choke out other-" Sam said, starting on a small rant about the weed.
"Never mind. Do you think you can fine me some? It has great healing power, but even that may not be enough." This last part he whispered to himself. No need to get the little ones more worried than they already were. As soon as Sam was back, he crushed the plant in his hand, breathed over it, and threw it into water that he had already boiling. Letting itit simmer a moment, then bathed Frodo's shoulder with it. He could tell it made some difference, for the lines around the hobbit's eyes seemed to lessen slightly. Smiling at the other three hobbits, he lifted Frodo up into his arms.
"We need to hurry and get him to Rivendell. There, Elrond, who rules there, will be Frodo's only hope. But we need to hurry, it is many day's from here to Rivendell." And with that, Strider lifted Frodo in his arms and hurried down off of Weathertop to where Bill the pony stood waiting. And placing Frodo on the creature's back, they were off.
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They had been traveling for a week, and luck seemed to be with them. They had found more Athelas along the way, and every time they stopped for a rest, Strider and Sam bathed Frodo's shoulder in the solution. Merry and Pippin seemed quite adept at finding the herb, and were always bringing more back.
It was still a four-day journey to Rivendell, and Frodo was slowly getting worse. Though they were practically drowning him in solution, the wound's power over him was slowly getting stronger. They group had stopped to rest for a moment. Sam was in his customary position right next to Frodo's head. Merry was boiling water for when Strider and Pippin got back with more of the herb. All of a sudden, both searchers burst back into the clearing with a figure neither hobbit had ever seen before. Pippin was practically dancing in place. Who ever the figure was, she was enough to nearly send poor Pip into hysterics. Which wasn't really saying much. Sam was just about to ask pippin who she was and why he was so excited when he got a good look at her ears.
"It's an elf! But what is she doing here?" he cut his musings short as the lovely she-elf looked at him and smiled, before dropping her gaze back to Frodo's wound. Her features twisted into a grimace as she looked at the wound. Lifting her Gaze from Frodo, she spoke a few quick words with Strider.
What ever she said, Strider agreed, because in the next instant, he lifted the sick hobbit into his arms, and placed him in the she-elf's horse's saddle. He was just about to mount up behind Frodo when the she-elf stopped him. There was a brief argument, which the she-elf won, because in a blink of an eye, she was behind Frodo, and with a few more words to Strider, she whispered in the horse's ear and they were racing off into the night.
"Where is she taking Master Frodo Strider?"
"To Rivendell Sam, to Rivendell."
"But, what of the wraith's? It's a four day's journey, they'll never make it."
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Truth be told, the same thing was running through Arwen's mind, though she would never admit it. She knew the Nazgul were somewhere behind her. And she also knew that is was a four-day journey to Rivendell, if you were walking! However, she was on horse back, the fastest horse in all of Rivendell to be exact. If she hurried, and managed not to run into any trouble, the three of them could cross the river and be in her father's land before the sunset that day.
They didn't run into trouble, trouble ran into them. A shriek was her first clue that her luck was beginning to run out. Turning to look behind her, she saw that four of the Nazgul were on her tail. Arwen tightened her grip on her horse's reigns, and whispered in the stallion's ear for him to run faster. She could see the canyon that marked the boundary to her land just three miles away. All she needed was to cross it, and she would be fine. Just three more miles. Easier said than done. For between her and the canyon was a forest of pine trees, and mile long stretch in which the Ringwraith's could easily catcher her with their larger, faster steeds. Chancing a look back, she let off a few elvish curses and urged her horse to go faster. All nine now rode behind her now, and if she didn't move, they were going to be on her in a few seconds.
Though some luck she didn't know she had, but was eternally grateful for, she reached the woods before the Black Riders reached her. It was time to show them why she was chosen to be the one to ride looking for the approaching party. Not because of who she was, but for her skill on a horse. The chase was on.
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Three harrowing miles later, Arwen slumped in her saddle. She wasn't quite sure they were going to cross the border there for a moment. If they hadn't gained the time they had dodging around the trees in the woods, she was sure that the Black Riders would have grabbed Frodo right out of her arms. Checking her ward, Arwen's heart stopped. He was nearly completely transformed. Tightening her arm around his middle, Arwen placed her sword back in its sheath and raced for her home as fast as her poor tired horse could manage.
By the time they reached the main gate, her horse was ready to drop. Yelling who she was to the guards manning the main gate, she ordered them to open the doors and let them through. Riding right under the arch and up the main steps, Arwen ducked as the horse thundered into the main reception room of her home.
"Father. Father! Come quick! It is the Ring Bearer. A Nazgul blade wounds him. That was ten or so day's ago. I can feel him slipping away. Hurry!" she cried, throwing herself from the saddle and moving aside so that one of the many elves that had rushed to see what the commotion that was taking place was could help get Frodo out of the saddle. She would have done it herself, but her arms felt like lead, and she was barley on her feet as it was. Hearing who was wounded, and how, the Rivendell elves sprung into action. Two healer elves rushed forward and lowered the poor hobbit to the floor. Pulling his shirt back, they bit back curses and motioned for another two elves to lift Frodo up and follow them. On their heels was her father and Mithrandir, who had arrived not two days ago. The look on his face told of deep feelings for the poor hobbit, and her heart broke, for she knew there was a good chance he would not last to see the sun set.
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"He really is a remarkable person father. I though for sure that he wasn't going to make it."
"If he had gotten to us so much as an hour later, and he would have." Elrond answered his daughter. The two of them were standing on the balcony on Frodo's room. For the last five days the poor hobbit had been laying in bed. Right after Elrond and Mithrandir had disappeared around the corner and out of sight, Arwen had bade several of the nearby elves to go gather her father's best warriors. As soon as they arrived, she instructed them to fully arm themselves and as soon as they were done, to go and bring Strider, Sam, Merry, and Pippin to Rivendell. Bowing, the ten Elvin warriors rushed to the armory to load up on arrows and swords before thundering out of Rivendell on their horses.
That done, Arwen made her way to her room. She had not taken five steps when her twin brothers Elladan and Elrohir were upon her, bombarding her with questions. Raising her hand, she put her other to her head.
"Not now brothers, for I am exhausted and ready to drop. Perhaps in the morning, or whenever I get up, I'll tell you what happened. But for now, would please just help me to my room, for at the moment, the only thing I wish to see is my bed and a pillow."
Elrohir laughed and took hold of her right arm, motioning for Elladan to grab her left, the twins swung their younger sister up into their arms and began carrying her toward her room. "As the lady commands, so it shall be done." Elladan quipped, ducking as Arwen tried to kick him.
"Put me down you brutes. I didn't mean that I wanted you to carry me. I may be tired, but let me assure you, I can still maim you if need be."
Pushing open his sisters bedroom door, Elrohir smiled as he and Elladan locked eyes and smiled. "Then, let us not give you a chance to, even though there will be great need when we are done with you." A look of confusion closed Arwen's face until she felt herself being swung in her brother's arms. "No, no you wouldn't. Elladan. Elrohir! I'm warning you. Don't you dai- Oomph. Just you wait till I get-" but is was to late. With a parting laugh and a wave, the twins were out the door and Arwen was left sprawled face first across her bed. Shaking her head, she reached for the night shirt draped across the bottom of her bed, and changing into it, laid her head down and let sleep overcome her.
*~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~*
Upon waking, Arwen made her way over to her wardrobe and removed a work dress. Pulling it over her head, she slipped on a sturdy pair of boots and made her way to the guest wing of her house, where she knew her father, Frodo and Mithrandir would be there.
Coming around the corner, she slammed nose first into someone's back. She would have fallen if not for the two hands that were suddenly supporting her arms. Looking up, her eyes softened and a smile spread across her face.
"Aragorn. You're all right. I was worried about you. I knew that the river wouldn't have killed the Nazgul and I feared that they would have found you before father's warriors found you."
"Ah so it was you who sent them out looking for us. I wondered, since your father and Gandalf have been locked up in Frodo's room since you arrived last night, or so I've been told. Your brothers also had a few things to tell me. Something about the hoof marks that seemed to appear in the entrance to the main house." Aragorn's mouth formed a smile and his eyes danced with merriment as the tips of Arwen's ears turned a suspicious color of red. Aragorn laughed out loud and pulled Arwen closer. Leaning down to whisper in her ear he grew serious. "I am glad you we not hurt. We saw the tracks as we made our way here. They very nearly got you."
"If it had been you riding, they would have succeeded. As I told you. I am the faster rider. Your weight would have slowed her down. Then neither of you would be here, and we wouldn't be having this conversation." Arwen pointed out, wrapping her arms around her love and holding him closer. She sighed as Aragorn's arms reached around behind her and held her close.
"That didn't change the fact that I was scared about letting you go."
She was just about to reply when the door to Frodo's room opened and two figures came out. Seeing her father and Gandalf, Arwen loosened her hold on Aragorn and asked how the hobbit was doing.
"He should be fine. Sam is sitting by him now, and was just heading over to see Bilbo and give him the good news," Gandalf said, walking slowly down the hall toward his old friend's room. As soon as he was around the corner, bot Arwen and Aragorn looked as Elrond. "Father, tell me the truth, what happened? Is Frodo truly going to be alright?"
The elf lord smiled a tired smile. "Yes, Arwen. The young hobbit should be fine. There was a piece of the blade sink deep in his shoulder, and it was making its way toward his heart. Any later and." Elrond's eyes closed. It had been close. To close. They had almost lost the ringbearer before the quest had begun. Opening his eyes again, he smiled a tired smile at his daughter and adopted son of sorts. "If you don't mind, I think I will retire to my room and sleep. It took a lot of concentration and power to keep Frodo from drifting to far. As Mithander said, Samwise Gamgee is with Frodo now, and may the Valar help whoever tries to harm him now."
Smiling one last time, Elrond turned as slowly made his way to his room. He knew that as soon as he got the chance, he must tell Gandalf that the ring cannot stay in Rivendell. It's evil would destroy everything in his home. No, it must be taken and destroyed in Mt. Doom. Though it would have to wait till they young hobbit was better. At the moment, all the halfling's energy was needed just to stay alive. The blade bit might be gone, but there was still a lot of damage yet to repair.
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To my reviewers:
Cona Redsmith ~~ Aww, but it's so much fun embarrassing the guys. I won't promises anything, but if they embarrass themselves, there's nothing I can do about it. ;) You have to let me know what you mom though of it. My mom just roller her eyes and ignored me the moment the words 'Fan-Fiction' were out of my mouth. She's not that big on it.
Queenie ~~ Give her time. Like all good things, she'll take time to develop into a more complex character. She has faults; I just didn't have the chance to introduce them in the first chapter. Thanks for the positive reinforcement. It makes us authors happy.
Sandy ~~ Got you hooked have I? I'll have to let my uncle know. He loved to tease me when we fished that I couldn't catch anything. Looks like I needed to find another pond. (
Mija ~~ Look, Look, Look!! I did continue. Keep reading and let me know what you think.
KarateElf ~~ Well, love, whether you continue to read this or not, is entirely up to you. I'm not forcing you to read this. And as some one pointed out (I don't remember who, but I didn't come up whit this idea, even though it's true) is that the reason there are so many 'girl (or boy)- goes-to-middle-earth stories is that people like them? And if they're not you cup of tea, or you don't like them, then don't read them. I thank you for you conductive criticism. I'm always worried that I messed up on my grammar, or so much description bores people, but it's nice to hear nice things once and a while.
Author's notes: Since this is an AU, I'm going to be using parts of both the books and the movies, depending on how I feel. There are bits of the movies I like, and bits of the books I like. So I crammed the two together, along with some of my own stuff. If you don't like that, find some other story. No one's forcing you to read this. That's why it's called fan- fiction. We write what we want.
And one last thing, I know Arwen is kinda out of character in my story, so before you call me on it. I did it on purpose. I'm sick of seeing her as this high-and-mighty, greater-than-though person. So, I messed with her a little. She'll be all right, I think. Might be fun watching try to be queen like this though.
All mistakes are mine and mine alone. Flames will be use to light the campfire. Boromir forgot the damn matches, and Gandalf's staff is on the fritz again. Aragorn is helping Legolas and the hobbits raid the kitchen for food. If the keep this up, we're all going to weigh a ton by the end of the story.
*~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~* A Beautiful Mess *~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~*
"Strider! It's Master Frodo. He's been stabbed!" Sam's voice cut through the silence that had followed the ringwraith attack on Weathertop.
Strider threw aside his burning branch and rushed over to where the four hobbits were gathered. Pulling the knife out of Frodo's shoulder, he suppressed a curse as the blade dissolved in his hand. " It is a Morgul- knife. An accursed blade. Its wound is far beyond my knowledge of healing. There is little I can do for him at the moment, but still I must try. Sam, do you know of Athelas, also called King's Wort?"
"Aye, it is a weed that grown in gardens and likes to choke out other-" Sam said, starting on a small rant about the weed.
"Never mind. Do you think you can fine me some? It has great healing power, but even that may not be enough." This last part he whispered to himself. No need to get the little ones more worried than they already were. As soon as Sam was back, he crushed the plant in his hand, breathed over it, and threw it into water that he had already boiling. Letting itit simmer a moment, then bathed Frodo's shoulder with it. He could tell it made some difference, for the lines around the hobbit's eyes seemed to lessen slightly. Smiling at the other three hobbits, he lifted Frodo up into his arms.
"We need to hurry and get him to Rivendell. There, Elrond, who rules there, will be Frodo's only hope. But we need to hurry, it is many day's from here to Rivendell." And with that, Strider lifted Frodo in his arms and hurried down off of Weathertop to where Bill the pony stood waiting. And placing Frodo on the creature's back, they were off.
*~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~*
They had been traveling for a week, and luck seemed to be with them. They had found more Athelas along the way, and every time they stopped for a rest, Strider and Sam bathed Frodo's shoulder in the solution. Merry and Pippin seemed quite adept at finding the herb, and were always bringing more back.
It was still a four-day journey to Rivendell, and Frodo was slowly getting worse. Though they were practically drowning him in solution, the wound's power over him was slowly getting stronger. They group had stopped to rest for a moment. Sam was in his customary position right next to Frodo's head. Merry was boiling water for when Strider and Pippin got back with more of the herb. All of a sudden, both searchers burst back into the clearing with a figure neither hobbit had ever seen before. Pippin was practically dancing in place. Who ever the figure was, she was enough to nearly send poor Pip into hysterics. Which wasn't really saying much. Sam was just about to ask pippin who she was and why he was so excited when he got a good look at her ears.
"It's an elf! But what is she doing here?" he cut his musings short as the lovely she-elf looked at him and smiled, before dropping her gaze back to Frodo's wound. Her features twisted into a grimace as she looked at the wound. Lifting her Gaze from Frodo, she spoke a few quick words with Strider.
What ever she said, Strider agreed, because in the next instant, he lifted the sick hobbit into his arms, and placed him in the she-elf's horse's saddle. He was just about to mount up behind Frodo when the she-elf stopped him. There was a brief argument, which the she-elf won, because in a blink of an eye, she was behind Frodo, and with a few more words to Strider, she whispered in the horse's ear and they were racing off into the night.
"Where is she taking Master Frodo Strider?"
"To Rivendell Sam, to Rivendell."
"But, what of the wraith's? It's a four day's journey, they'll never make it."
*~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~*
Truth be told, the same thing was running through Arwen's mind, though she would never admit it. She knew the Nazgul were somewhere behind her. And she also knew that is was a four-day journey to Rivendell, if you were walking! However, she was on horse back, the fastest horse in all of Rivendell to be exact. If she hurried, and managed not to run into any trouble, the three of them could cross the river and be in her father's land before the sunset that day.
They didn't run into trouble, trouble ran into them. A shriek was her first clue that her luck was beginning to run out. Turning to look behind her, she saw that four of the Nazgul were on her tail. Arwen tightened her grip on her horse's reigns, and whispered in the stallion's ear for him to run faster. She could see the canyon that marked the boundary to her land just three miles away. All she needed was to cross it, and she would be fine. Just three more miles. Easier said than done. For between her and the canyon was a forest of pine trees, and mile long stretch in which the Ringwraith's could easily catcher her with their larger, faster steeds. Chancing a look back, she let off a few elvish curses and urged her horse to go faster. All nine now rode behind her now, and if she didn't move, they were going to be on her in a few seconds.
Though some luck she didn't know she had, but was eternally grateful for, she reached the woods before the Black Riders reached her. It was time to show them why she was chosen to be the one to ride looking for the approaching party. Not because of who she was, but for her skill on a horse. The chase was on.
*~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~*
Three harrowing miles later, Arwen slumped in her saddle. She wasn't quite sure they were going to cross the border there for a moment. If they hadn't gained the time they had dodging around the trees in the woods, she was sure that the Black Riders would have grabbed Frodo right out of her arms. Checking her ward, Arwen's heart stopped. He was nearly completely transformed. Tightening her arm around his middle, Arwen placed her sword back in its sheath and raced for her home as fast as her poor tired horse could manage.
By the time they reached the main gate, her horse was ready to drop. Yelling who she was to the guards manning the main gate, she ordered them to open the doors and let them through. Riding right under the arch and up the main steps, Arwen ducked as the horse thundered into the main reception room of her home.
"Father. Father! Come quick! It is the Ring Bearer. A Nazgul blade wounds him. That was ten or so day's ago. I can feel him slipping away. Hurry!" she cried, throwing herself from the saddle and moving aside so that one of the many elves that had rushed to see what the commotion that was taking place was could help get Frodo out of the saddle. She would have done it herself, but her arms felt like lead, and she was barley on her feet as it was. Hearing who was wounded, and how, the Rivendell elves sprung into action. Two healer elves rushed forward and lowered the poor hobbit to the floor. Pulling his shirt back, they bit back curses and motioned for another two elves to lift Frodo up and follow them. On their heels was her father and Mithrandir, who had arrived not two days ago. The look on his face told of deep feelings for the poor hobbit, and her heart broke, for she knew there was a good chance he would not last to see the sun set.
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"He really is a remarkable person father. I though for sure that he wasn't going to make it."
"If he had gotten to us so much as an hour later, and he would have." Elrond answered his daughter. The two of them were standing on the balcony on Frodo's room. For the last five days the poor hobbit had been laying in bed. Right after Elrond and Mithrandir had disappeared around the corner and out of sight, Arwen had bade several of the nearby elves to go gather her father's best warriors. As soon as they arrived, she instructed them to fully arm themselves and as soon as they were done, to go and bring Strider, Sam, Merry, and Pippin to Rivendell. Bowing, the ten Elvin warriors rushed to the armory to load up on arrows and swords before thundering out of Rivendell on their horses.
That done, Arwen made her way to her room. She had not taken five steps when her twin brothers Elladan and Elrohir were upon her, bombarding her with questions. Raising her hand, she put her other to her head.
"Not now brothers, for I am exhausted and ready to drop. Perhaps in the morning, or whenever I get up, I'll tell you what happened. But for now, would please just help me to my room, for at the moment, the only thing I wish to see is my bed and a pillow."
Elrohir laughed and took hold of her right arm, motioning for Elladan to grab her left, the twins swung their younger sister up into their arms and began carrying her toward her room. "As the lady commands, so it shall be done." Elladan quipped, ducking as Arwen tried to kick him.
"Put me down you brutes. I didn't mean that I wanted you to carry me. I may be tired, but let me assure you, I can still maim you if need be."
Pushing open his sisters bedroom door, Elrohir smiled as he and Elladan locked eyes and smiled. "Then, let us not give you a chance to, even though there will be great need when we are done with you." A look of confusion closed Arwen's face until she felt herself being swung in her brother's arms. "No, no you wouldn't. Elladan. Elrohir! I'm warning you. Don't you dai- Oomph. Just you wait till I get-" but is was to late. With a parting laugh and a wave, the twins were out the door and Arwen was left sprawled face first across her bed. Shaking her head, she reached for the night shirt draped across the bottom of her bed, and changing into it, laid her head down and let sleep overcome her.
*~*~*~*-^_^-*~*~*~*
Upon waking, Arwen made her way over to her wardrobe and removed a work dress. Pulling it over her head, she slipped on a sturdy pair of boots and made her way to the guest wing of her house, where she knew her father, Frodo and Mithrandir would be there.
Coming around the corner, she slammed nose first into someone's back. She would have fallen if not for the two hands that were suddenly supporting her arms. Looking up, her eyes softened and a smile spread across her face.
"Aragorn. You're all right. I was worried about you. I knew that the river wouldn't have killed the Nazgul and I feared that they would have found you before father's warriors found you."
"Ah so it was you who sent them out looking for us. I wondered, since your father and Gandalf have been locked up in Frodo's room since you arrived last night, or so I've been told. Your brothers also had a few things to tell me. Something about the hoof marks that seemed to appear in the entrance to the main house." Aragorn's mouth formed a smile and his eyes danced with merriment as the tips of Arwen's ears turned a suspicious color of red. Aragorn laughed out loud and pulled Arwen closer. Leaning down to whisper in her ear he grew serious. "I am glad you we not hurt. We saw the tracks as we made our way here. They very nearly got you."
"If it had been you riding, they would have succeeded. As I told you. I am the faster rider. Your weight would have slowed her down. Then neither of you would be here, and we wouldn't be having this conversation." Arwen pointed out, wrapping her arms around her love and holding him closer. She sighed as Aragorn's arms reached around behind her and held her close.
"That didn't change the fact that I was scared about letting you go."
She was just about to reply when the door to Frodo's room opened and two figures came out. Seeing her father and Gandalf, Arwen loosened her hold on Aragorn and asked how the hobbit was doing.
"He should be fine. Sam is sitting by him now, and was just heading over to see Bilbo and give him the good news," Gandalf said, walking slowly down the hall toward his old friend's room. As soon as he was around the corner, bot Arwen and Aragorn looked as Elrond. "Father, tell me the truth, what happened? Is Frodo truly going to be alright?"
The elf lord smiled a tired smile. "Yes, Arwen. The young hobbit should be fine. There was a piece of the blade sink deep in his shoulder, and it was making its way toward his heart. Any later and." Elrond's eyes closed. It had been close. To close. They had almost lost the ringbearer before the quest had begun. Opening his eyes again, he smiled a tired smile at his daughter and adopted son of sorts. "If you don't mind, I think I will retire to my room and sleep. It took a lot of concentration and power to keep Frodo from drifting to far. As Mithander said, Samwise Gamgee is with Frodo now, and may the Valar help whoever tries to harm him now."
Smiling one last time, Elrond turned as slowly made his way to his room. He knew that as soon as he got the chance, he must tell Gandalf that the ring cannot stay in Rivendell. It's evil would destroy everything in his home. No, it must be taken and destroyed in Mt. Doom. Though it would have to wait till they young hobbit was better. At the moment, all the halfling's energy was needed just to stay alive. The blade bit might be gone, but there was still a lot of damage yet to repair.
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To my reviewers:
Cona Redsmith ~~ Aww, but it's so much fun embarrassing the guys. I won't promises anything, but if they embarrass themselves, there's nothing I can do about it. ;) You have to let me know what you mom though of it. My mom just roller her eyes and ignored me the moment the words 'Fan-Fiction' were out of my mouth. She's not that big on it.
Queenie ~~ Give her time. Like all good things, she'll take time to develop into a more complex character. She has faults; I just didn't have the chance to introduce them in the first chapter. Thanks for the positive reinforcement. It makes us authors happy.
Sandy ~~ Got you hooked have I? I'll have to let my uncle know. He loved to tease me when we fished that I couldn't catch anything. Looks like I needed to find another pond. (
Mija ~~ Look, Look, Look!! I did continue. Keep reading and let me know what you think.
KarateElf ~~ Well, love, whether you continue to read this or not, is entirely up to you. I'm not forcing you to read this. And as some one pointed out (I don't remember who, but I didn't come up whit this idea, even though it's true) is that the reason there are so many 'girl (or boy)- goes-to-middle-earth stories is that people like them? And if they're not you cup of tea, or you don't like them, then don't read them. I thank you for you conductive criticism. I'm always worried that I messed up on my grammar, or so much description bores people, but it's nice to hear nice things once and a while.