'Wonder why it's blue,' Ham said checking the blade from different angles.
Merry brought the blade back and hit the flat edge of it onto his palm. The blade did nothing but perhaps deepen in color. Merry remembered something, a fleeting memory, which his father had told him. Something that justified the blade turning blue. Nothing came to mind.
Pippin grabbed a tusk of the boar and began walking to the road, 'We'll ask dad. He'll know. We should also get this pig home to Gold. She'll be fixin' supper about now.'
Merry nodded in agreement and the four made their way to the road.
Faramir opened the door and entered City Hall, making haste in finding his way to the mayor's office. His father, Peregrin Took, had told him to report of his last journey to the city of Rivendell. He opened the door to the office and sat himself quietly in a chair facing the mayor's desk. The mayor, Samwise Gamgee, was busy straightening out loose scripts on his desk and didn't even notice the entrance of one of his life long friend's son. As he brought his head up and saw the young hobbit (for Faramir was only 39) he immediately said, 'My goodness. Mister Faramir when did you get here?'
Faramir smiled at the respected hobbit that was now serving his 5th year in office. 'Not too long. I just came to tell you that my father is back from his journey to Rivendell. He said that while there he saw something called a – oh my I seem to have forgot what he called it—half a moment,' Faramir sat back in the chair and racked his brain for the information desired, 'Ring… something a rather… um… that's it a Ringwraith. He wanted me to tell you that from his window at Rivendell he saw what he thought was truly a surviving Black Rider. He said this was urgent but I don't understand why it would be.'
The expression on Sam's face turned queer. As if a long covered wound had just been ripped open. 'Sir, what's the matter?'
Sam stood and opened a drawer to his right. He removed from it a small sword and a cloak. 'Faramir return to father as fast as your feet can fly and tell him that I shall be coming over for a visit. Do you understand?'
Faramir nodded still not understanding what the mayor was so worked up about. 'Oh and Faramir. Hurry or I'll arrived before you do.'
Prince Eldarion made his way to the White Tower. Minas Tirith was bustling with action today and he wanted to find a book that his father recommended: The Fall of the Lord of the Rings and the Return of the King. As he entered the tower he began the long journey to the top. When he finally reached the library he saw something that shouldn't have been. A soldier was rummaging through scrolls searching for something.
'Shouldn't you be at you post?' Asked Eldarion.
The man turned and looked into the face of the prince. He reached for his belt where he drew a black knife. The knife flung from the man's fingers and hit the wall. 'Poor fool must be too nervous to aim correctly,' thought to himself.
Eldarion drew his sword and fell back into a defensive stance as the soldier ran towards the Prince a dagger clasped within his fist. Eldarion's sword entered the mans chest cutting short his run and downing him to the stone floor.
'Why did you attack me,' he asked the man.
The soldier responded, but not to the question. 'Prince Eldarion,' he gasped, ' he mustn't find all the rings. He mustn't find all the rings. Someone must stop him-.'
The man died.
Ham and Merry carried the boar together while Bilbo and Pippin trailed behind. The small path they were on crossed over a stream via a wooden plank, before jutting towards the road. Along the stream clovers flourished and wild flowers bloomed. Pippin saw this feature and it brought back memories of playing with his younger siblings.
The road was in sight after they crossed the bridge and what they saw made the four stop in their tracks. A black horse road by on which sat one of the Big People dressed in a black cloak. It seemed to hiss the word 'Moria' as it passed and galloped away.
'The sword it's going back to its normal color,' said Bilbo had been holding the sword, 'I wonder what made it change back. It almost vanished once that black rider flew by. I wonder if he caused it.'
Merry chuckled at this and reprimanded the young hobbit, 'Just because all of the Big People are untrustworthy and dangerous doesn't mean that all of them have black magic. It's just coincidence.'
Pippin just walked behind and thought back when his father would tell stories of his journeys. He remembered the sword turned blue for a reason. He just couldn't remember what that reason was. Then it came to him.
'Sting only turns blue when in presence of an orc!'
The black rider snarled. He could smell the hobbits at the side of the road. If it hadn't been so dedicated to extreme power it would have stopped and eaten the four. No he had to find the fourth dwarf ring, hidden in the depths of Moria. And no one could no it wasn't a Ringwraith. Everything needed to be right. Nothing could stop him from creating the ring. Nothing would stop him. He would be invincible.
Merry brought the blade back and hit the flat edge of it onto his palm. The blade did nothing but perhaps deepen in color. Merry remembered something, a fleeting memory, which his father had told him. Something that justified the blade turning blue. Nothing came to mind.
Pippin grabbed a tusk of the boar and began walking to the road, 'We'll ask dad. He'll know. We should also get this pig home to Gold. She'll be fixin' supper about now.'
Merry nodded in agreement and the four made their way to the road.
Faramir opened the door and entered City Hall, making haste in finding his way to the mayor's office. His father, Peregrin Took, had told him to report of his last journey to the city of Rivendell. He opened the door to the office and sat himself quietly in a chair facing the mayor's desk. The mayor, Samwise Gamgee, was busy straightening out loose scripts on his desk and didn't even notice the entrance of one of his life long friend's son. As he brought his head up and saw the young hobbit (for Faramir was only 39) he immediately said, 'My goodness. Mister Faramir when did you get here?'
Faramir smiled at the respected hobbit that was now serving his 5th year in office. 'Not too long. I just came to tell you that my father is back from his journey to Rivendell. He said that while there he saw something called a – oh my I seem to have forgot what he called it—half a moment,' Faramir sat back in the chair and racked his brain for the information desired, 'Ring… something a rather… um… that's it a Ringwraith. He wanted me to tell you that from his window at Rivendell he saw what he thought was truly a surviving Black Rider. He said this was urgent but I don't understand why it would be.'
The expression on Sam's face turned queer. As if a long covered wound had just been ripped open. 'Sir, what's the matter?'
Sam stood and opened a drawer to his right. He removed from it a small sword and a cloak. 'Faramir return to father as fast as your feet can fly and tell him that I shall be coming over for a visit. Do you understand?'
Faramir nodded still not understanding what the mayor was so worked up about. 'Oh and Faramir. Hurry or I'll arrived before you do.'
Prince Eldarion made his way to the White Tower. Minas Tirith was bustling with action today and he wanted to find a book that his father recommended: The Fall of the Lord of the Rings and the Return of the King. As he entered the tower he began the long journey to the top. When he finally reached the library he saw something that shouldn't have been. A soldier was rummaging through scrolls searching for something.
'Shouldn't you be at you post?' Asked Eldarion.
The man turned and looked into the face of the prince. He reached for his belt where he drew a black knife. The knife flung from the man's fingers and hit the wall. 'Poor fool must be too nervous to aim correctly,' thought to himself.
Eldarion drew his sword and fell back into a defensive stance as the soldier ran towards the Prince a dagger clasped within his fist. Eldarion's sword entered the mans chest cutting short his run and downing him to the stone floor.
'Why did you attack me,' he asked the man.
The soldier responded, but not to the question. 'Prince Eldarion,' he gasped, ' he mustn't find all the rings. He mustn't find all the rings. Someone must stop him-.'
The man died.
Ham and Merry carried the boar together while Bilbo and Pippin trailed behind. The small path they were on crossed over a stream via a wooden plank, before jutting towards the road. Along the stream clovers flourished and wild flowers bloomed. Pippin saw this feature and it brought back memories of playing with his younger siblings.
The road was in sight after they crossed the bridge and what they saw made the four stop in their tracks. A black horse road by on which sat one of the Big People dressed in a black cloak. It seemed to hiss the word 'Moria' as it passed and galloped away.
'The sword it's going back to its normal color,' said Bilbo had been holding the sword, 'I wonder what made it change back. It almost vanished once that black rider flew by. I wonder if he caused it.'
Merry chuckled at this and reprimanded the young hobbit, 'Just because all of the Big People are untrustworthy and dangerous doesn't mean that all of them have black magic. It's just coincidence.'
Pippin just walked behind and thought back when his father would tell stories of his journeys. He remembered the sword turned blue for a reason. He just couldn't remember what that reason was. Then it came to him.
'Sting only turns blue when in presence of an orc!'
The black rider snarled. He could smell the hobbits at the side of the road. If it hadn't been so dedicated to extreme power it would have stopped and eaten the four. No he had to find the fourth dwarf ring, hidden in the depths of Moria. And no one could no it wasn't a Ringwraith. Everything needed to be right. Nothing could stop him from creating the ring. Nothing would stop him. He would be invincible.