A/N- Don't own 'em. Wish I did. :) This chapter's a mixture of the book,
and movie.
Chapter 6- The Littlest of Heroes
Elrond could not suppress the laughter that bubbled forth as he remembered Samwise Gamgee's words, "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!" The little hobbit looked so defiant, as if daring Elrond to speak otherwise. Sam had crossed his arms in front of him with a look that Elrond was sure the little hobbit thought would wither stone.
Elrond was amazed at Sam's tenacity. He could tell that the Hobbit cared greatly for his master. Frodo was a very lucky Hobbit indeed to have a friend like Samwise Gamgee. The Elf was sure that before this adventure was over, the friendship of those two would be put to the ultimate test. He only hoped that Sam had on the inside, the same spirit he showed on the outside. It would be a rough rode, and the times would be harder than any of them could anticipate. Sam would need every bit of his courage to see Frodo through what was to come. Elrond was no seer; he left those things to Galadriel, but the one thing he did see was that Sam would be instrumental in the success or failure of this mission. He, alone, would keep Frodo's spirit from failing. The others would try, Elrond knew that for certain, but Sam was the key. Without Sam, Frodo would fail.
The Elvin King did not know what to make of Merry Brandybuck and Pipin Took The two young hobbits had come to Rivendell with Samwise and Frodo, although Elrond did not think that it was intentional. Merry and Pipin also cared a great deal for Frodo, but as Elrond looked at them, he could not for the life of him, figure out their place in this mission. He surmised that it would be left for the fates to decide.
And then there was Frodo. The Ring Bearer. The one who would scale Mount Doom, and stare the Armies of Sauron in the face. The one, who alone, held the fate of Middle-Earth in his tiny hands. Boromir had not said more correct words than when he told Frodo that he held the fate of all in his hands.
Already Elrond could see the strain wearing on the poor Hobbit. Frodo was weak in body, but his spirit was strong. The Nazgul's blade had taken much out of him. Elrond had been worried that he would not recover from it, and instead quietly slip to the world of the RingWraiths. If not for Arwen, he would have. Elrond remembered that he still needed to scold her for that. That mission should have been left to Glorfindel, Elrond's Chief Advisor and long-time friend.
As long as he continued to breathe, Elrond thought, he would never forget the look of sadness and despair wash over Gandalf's face when Frodo stood forth and silenced the council by announcing that he would take the ring to Mordor. The bravery the Elf saw in the young hobbit's face caused him to momentarily catch his breath. For someone so small to undertake such a task was unheard of. Elrond thought to object, but the reality of the situation silenced him. There was no one else he could trust. Even Aragorn, his much-loved Estel, could not carry the ring to Mordor. The price they would pay if Aragorn failed was too high. Even Estel himself knew this.
Elrond saw the tired, scared face of Frodo as he led the Fellowship through the gates of Rivendell. He heard his hushed whisper, as he was sure the other Elves had heard, as Frodo asked Gandalf which direction Mordor was. But he never faltered, and he did not let anyone else lead, even though he did not know the way. Frodo knew this was his burden to bear, and he would not shoulder anyone with the responsibility. So, with shoulders back, and head held high, he took the left path, and led them out of Rivendell.
Chapter 6- The Littlest of Heroes
Elrond could not suppress the laughter that bubbled forth as he remembered Samwise Gamgee's words, "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!" The little hobbit looked so defiant, as if daring Elrond to speak otherwise. Sam had crossed his arms in front of him with a look that Elrond was sure the little hobbit thought would wither stone.
Elrond was amazed at Sam's tenacity. He could tell that the Hobbit cared greatly for his master. Frodo was a very lucky Hobbit indeed to have a friend like Samwise Gamgee. The Elf was sure that before this adventure was over, the friendship of those two would be put to the ultimate test. He only hoped that Sam had on the inside, the same spirit he showed on the outside. It would be a rough rode, and the times would be harder than any of them could anticipate. Sam would need every bit of his courage to see Frodo through what was to come. Elrond was no seer; he left those things to Galadriel, but the one thing he did see was that Sam would be instrumental in the success or failure of this mission. He, alone, would keep Frodo's spirit from failing. The others would try, Elrond knew that for certain, but Sam was the key. Without Sam, Frodo would fail.
The Elvin King did not know what to make of Merry Brandybuck and Pipin Took The two young hobbits had come to Rivendell with Samwise and Frodo, although Elrond did not think that it was intentional. Merry and Pipin also cared a great deal for Frodo, but as Elrond looked at them, he could not for the life of him, figure out their place in this mission. He surmised that it would be left for the fates to decide.
And then there was Frodo. The Ring Bearer. The one who would scale Mount Doom, and stare the Armies of Sauron in the face. The one, who alone, held the fate of Middle-Earth in his tiny hands. Boromir had not said more correct words than when he told Frodo that he held the fate of all in his hands.
Already Elrond could see the strain wearing on the poor Hobbit. Frodo was weak in body, but his spirit was strong. The Nazgul's blade had taken much out of him. Elrond had been worried that he would not recover from it, and instead quietly slip to the world of the RingWraiths. If not for Arwen, he would have. Elrond remembered that he still needed to scold her for that. That mission should have been left to Glorfindel, Elrond's Chief Advisor and long-time friend.
As long as he continued to breathe, Elrond thought, he would never forget the look of sadness and despair wash over Gandalf's face when Frodo stood forth and silenced the council by announcing that he would take the ring to Mordor. The bravery the Elf saw in the young hobbit's face caused him to momentarily catch his breath. For someone so small to undertake such a task was unheard of. Elrond thought to object, but the reality of the situation silenced him. There was no one else he could trust. Even Aragorn, his much-loved Estel, could not carry the ring to Mordor. The price they would pay if Aragorn failed was too high. Even Estel himself knew this.
Elrond saw the tired, scared face of Frodo as he led the Fellowship through the gates of Rivendell. He heard his hushed whisper, as he was sure the other Elves had heard, as Frodo asked Gandalf which direction Mordor was. But he never faltered, and he did not let anyone else lead, even though he did not know the way. Frodo knew this was his burden to bear, and he would not shoulder anyone with the responsibility. So, with shoulders back, and head held high, he took the left path, and led them out of Rivendell.