The sight of Rivendell took the air out of five of the travelers. Eldarion
had already seen the sight of the city; its radiating beauty affecting
anyone whom set eyes on it. Merry dismounted his pony and walked it up to
Rivendell followed by the rest of the Fellowship. At the gates they were
welcomed openly by Arwen and her father Elrond. 'Eldarion you have
returned; and with friends what a time to celebrate,' she said hugging her
son tightly.
'Mother, I'm afraid our visit may be cut short due to advancements in the mystery of the rings. The details are few and far too complicated to explain at this moment.'
'Really, how long will you stay?' she asked.
'We should leave tomorrow.'
It was Elrond's turn to speak now, and 'Then I insist that you and you hobbit guests have a feast with us tonight where we can discuss your journey.'
Eldarion turned to Merry and the rest of the halflings and asked, 'Would you enjoy a feast after two longs days of travel?'
Faramir said, 'I believe I speak for everyone when I accept your Uncle's gracious offer.'
Eldarion turned back to his mother and uncle saying, 'We accept.'
The Orc realized he had failed when the halfling was taken from him. But he also found that he could convince Orcs to work with him in his cause. It must be the rings. And the third dwarf ring and the first elf ring were both in the same place, according to his sources. He would soon be two rings richer.
The feast was grand saying the least. Many different dishes were served including ham, and beef; fruits of all origin; and even some cheeses from the north. In their flasks was the best beer Westfarthing had to offer. Eldarion explained the situation as best he could and even went into detail about their battles with the orcs. About Pippin's great bravery in jumping in front of an arrow and also the bravery taken to rescue Bilbo. But then he came to the difficult part. 'Lord Elrond, now that you have heard all of this I have told, I wish to explain to you the reason we believe the orc wants the rings. My companion Bilbo, while in the hands of the orcs saw an Orc who alone made the others quiver in fear. He seemed to be looking for all of the rings, and from his jailers he heard that he was getting them to fuse together in the fires of Mount Doom. Saying this I wish to politely ask you for your ring.'
At this Elrond became infuriated, 'My Ring? Never, I would sooner an orc come through those doors and kill me then hand my ring over willingly.'
Pippin spoke quietly, 'Sirs and Madams I would like to bring to your attention the much noise coming from outside, and also the foul stench that has also come with it. I do believe we have orcs to fight with.'
A hiss and then a growl could be heard from outside before an arrow burst into the chamber straight towards Elrond. Elrond froze in fear and the shaft pierced into his heart sending him to the floor dead.
With the first arrow already loosed many more came soaring in but by this time all of the guests of Rivendell were under the table. 'They mustn't get the ring,' Ham shouted to Bilbo who was closest to the body of Elrond.
Bilbo waved in acknowledgement and edged towards the body slipping the ring of his finger, before it slipped onto his own. 'Who's armed,' Eldarion asked.
The only one to draw a blade was Faramir who had seen the least battle. Abruptly the arrow fire stopped. The orcs entered the chamber. 'Mother,' Eldarion said, ' Wait here and don't make a noise.'
Arwen nodded. Eldarion then turned to the hobbits. 'We shall flee from the table and run to our quarters.'
On Eldarion's signal the hobbits and the prince dashed out from under the table, Ham picking up a butter knife and chucked it deep into the eye socket of an on coming orc. The orc fell to the floor dead.
As they left the chamber all of the orcs followed and even more, which had been outside, joined them in the chase. Eldarion turned and tried to take a quick head count. At least fifteen were chasing them. When the hobbits reached the rooming building they ran in but three orcs cut Eldarion off. He turned and fled to the artifact house of the small city. He reached the doors and opened them running in. He had to find some sort of weapon, something to use to at least hold the orcs back. He ran up a flight of stairs still being closely followed by orcs and saw a pedestal, on which were the shards of a sword. Eldarion grabbed up the hilt of the sword and ran at his attackers. The first orc fell when he jabbed the broken sword into it's gut, a special magic almost flowing into the orc killing it. The other two soon also felt the edge of the broken blade when both fell, decapitated.
The morning sun rose higher then usual the next day and the people of Rivendell mourned the loss of their king. However their was a new hope in the peoples eyes, for when using the shattered sword, the night before, and bring forth from it hidden magic, Eldarion was now the Heir of Isildur and the correct owner of Narsil.
'Mother, I'm afraid our visit may be cut short due to advancements in the mystery of the rings. The details are few and far too complicated to explain at this moment.'
'Really, how long will you stay?' she asked.
'We should leave tomorrow.'
It was Elrond's turn to speak now, and 'Then I insist that you and you hobbit guests have a feast with us tonight where we can discuss your journey.'
Eldarion turned to Merry and the rest of the halflings and asked, 'Would you enjoy a feast after two longs days of travel?'
Faramir said, 'I believe I speak for everyone when I accept your Uncle's gracious offer.'
Eldarion turned back to his mother and uncle saying, 'We accept.'
The Orc realized he had failed when the halfling was taken from him. But he also found that he could convince Orcs to work with him in his cause. It must be the rings. And the third dwarf ring and the first elf ring were both in the same place, according to his sources. He would soon be two rings richer.
The feast was grand saying the least. Many different dishes were served including ham, and beef; fruits of all origin; and even some cheeses from the north. In their flasks was the best beer Westfarthing had to offer. Eldarion explained the situation as best he could and even went into detail about their battles with the orcs. About Pippin's great bravery in jumping in front of an arrow and also the bravery taken to rescue Bilbo. But then he came to the difficult part. 'Lord Elrond, now that you have heard all of this I have told, I wish to explain to you the reason we believe the orc wants the rings. My companion Bilbo, while in the hands of the orcs saw an Orc who alone made the others quiver in fear. He seemed to be looking for all of the rings, and from his jailers he heard that he was getting them to fuse together in the fires of Mount Doom. Saying this I wish to politely ask you for your ring.'
At this Elrond became infuriated, 'My Ring? Never, I would sooner an orc come through those doors and kill me then hand my ring over willingly.'
Pippin spoke quietly, 'Sirs and Madams I would like to bring to your attention the much noise coming from outside, and also the foul stench that has also come with it. I do believe we have orcs to fight with.'
A hiss and then a growl could be heard from outside before an arrow burst into the chamber straight towards Elrond. Elrond froze in fear and the shaft pierced into his heart sending him to the floor dead.
With the first arrow already loosed many more came soaring in but by this time all of the guests of Rivendell were under the table. 'They mustn't get the ring,' Ham shouted to Bilbo who was closest to the body of Elrond.
Bilbo waved in acknowledgement and edged towards the body slipping the ring of his finger, before it slipped onto his own. 'Who's armed,' Eldarion asked.
The only one to draw a blade was Faramir who had seen the least battle. Abruptly the arrow fire stopped. The orcs entered the chamber. 'Mother,' Eldarion said, ' Wait here and don't make a noise.'
Arwen nodded. Eldarion then turned to the hobbits. 'We shall flee from the table and run to our quarters.'
On Eldarion's signal the hobbits and the prince dashed out from under the table, Ham picking up a butter knife and chucked it deep into the eye socket of an on coming orc. The orc fell to the floor dead.
As they left the chamber all of the orcs followed and even more, which had been outside, joined them in the chase. Eldarion turned and tried to take a quick head count. At least fifteen were chasing them. When the hobbits reached the rooming building they ran in but three orcs cut Eldarion off. He turned and fled to the artifact house of the small city. He reached the doors and opened them running in. He had to find some sort of weapon, something to use to at least hold the orcs back. He ran up a flight of stairs still being closely followed by orcs and saw a pedestal, on which were the shards of a sword. Eldarion grabbed up the hilt of the sword and ran at his attackers. The first orc fell when he jabbed the broken sword into it's gut, a special magic almost flowing into the orc killing it. The other two soon also felt the edge of the broken blade when both fell, decapitated.
The morning sun rose higher then usual the next day and the people of Rivendell mourned the loss of their king. However their was a new hope in the peoples eyes, for when using the shattered sword, the night before, and bring forth from it hidden magic, Eldarion was now the Heir of Isildur and the correct owner of Narsil.