A/N: Thanx to all who are reading this, and to everyone who has reviewed.
This is NOT the end, I have this all planed out, and I want to see how it
will go in my writing. I just came back from a workshop, so the creative
juice is flowing. =) Thanx!
Also, thanks to lil' odd me and Isabella who reviewed the first time I posted this.
All three of them stood there in shock. One thought racing through their heads, 'How could we?!'
"You're lying." Bean said in a stoic voice.
"So you would all like to think, my little puppets." Sauron said, chuckling a little.
"This can't be true." Mel whispered quietly to herself. She could already feel herself being crushed under the guilt.
"I knew it, by god *I knew it*!" Jo yelled, shutting her eyes and throwing her hands up to rest on her head.
"And yet you still fell into my trap! You, Joanna, a descendent of the great Elrond Peredhil! Ha!" Sauron said gleefully, a smile stretching over his handsome face.
"'Descendent of Elrond?' What is it that you mean by that?" Bean asked, the still calm showing on her face. Her face may have been stoic, but *the eyes, they say, are the windows to the soul. If you were to look into her eyes right then, you would have seen a torrent of emotion. Rage, anger, sadness, and guilt were just a few.
"Well, you are perceptive, aren't you, Descendent of Eowyn?" Sauron said, his smile widening over his perfect white teeth.
"It helps." Bean said, not reacting to the 'descendent of Eowyn' comment.
"Fine. Why do you think I picked you? Because I randomly picked names from a bag? No, it took me long and hard to find you three. You each are the descendents from the ones whose shape you now take." Sauron said, his eyes flashing angrily at the end, his smile starting to strain.
"Why?" Mel asked softly. She picked her head up from her knees, were she had rested it during the exchange from Sauron and Bean.
"'Why?' you ask 'why'?" at Mel's nod, Sauron dropped his smile completely and continued in a solemn voice, "Because. Eowyn, the human women that is a great warrior. There is a magic inside her that only I, and now you, know about. Arwen, the she-elf who relates to humans more than any other elf can ever do. Her power grows from her bonds with the mortal race. Elrond, the elf that fought against me in the Last Alliance. A great warrior, and an expert healer. His power has been able to grow. I knew that they would never go with the Fellowship, so I picked you. Their rash descendents with little experience of my tricks." Sauron smile grew so large at the end that his face was sure to split in half.
"How did you do it? How?" Jo said, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
Sauron smiled, "This is going to be one of those things were the villain tells his master plan, isn't it?" with that Sauron laughed, "Well, since I know that I won't fail, I'll explain it to you. I have lived these lands long. In spirit and in body. I know the past as well as the future. I have powers beyond your measure, but you should know this from the book that was published. The author of it, J.R.R. Tolkien, is a descendent of Frodo. I have traveled man lives in the future, and know many things. My last descendent, I think you have heard of him, goes by the name **Michael Jackson."
"I knew there was a reason why that guy freaked me out." Jo whispered into her knees, gaining a dry chuckle from Bean and Mel.
"Yes, he does give that impression," Sauron said rolling his dark eyes, "Anyway, I needed you to join the Fellowship because they would take you to me. I may have power, but I know how my tale will end.if I don't have more power. Why, even now, the man king and the elfin archer have joined the others. In a few seconds, they will find Gollum. Then they will try to launch a sneak attack on me, destroying *my* ring of Power," at this, Sauron sneered and he said this with thick emotion in his voice, "But if I had more power, I might just win." The last part was said joyously and with his ever-present smile.
"So you wiped the book, put that idiotic poem to fake us, sent that stupid storm, all so we could help *you*?!" Mel yelled at him, standing in her rage.
"Yes.yet I sent no poem. What do you mean by that?" Sauron said, narrowing his eyes at Mel. Bean and Jo, sensing that it was a bad thing for him to find out about the poem, changed the subject.
"How do you know we'll even help you?" Jo said as she also stood next to Mel.
"Yes, what makes you so sure that we wont refuse?" Bean said, also standing with them.
"You all act like you have a choice," Sauron said, forgetting about the poem for the present task or rubbing their noses in their failure, "I have no nee for *you*, only your power. I will simply take it from you, but not today. I want to give you time to think on you actions and how you doomed the entire Middle Earth!" Sauron said and a light grew in his hands. It grew until it was the size of a baseball.
"Good night, little puppets." Was what he said while throwing the light at them. It exploded before it reached them, sending small streaks of light towards them. When the light came into contact with a part of their body, their eyes widened in pain, but without time to scream, they simply fell to the floor, unconscious.
Sauron stood there and laughed, the Teem of Three at his feet. The Fair, The Strong, and The True had failed.
A/N: thanks for getting through all that. Now, you see that button down there that says review? Please click it and post your opinion. Thank you so much!! *"The eyes are the windows to the soul." Is not my line, but by someone with much more talent. I do not know the name of this person, so if you do , please say so in a review!
** About the Michael Jackson thing.. I know that some people like him, but he just freaks me out!!
THANK YOU!
Also, thanks to lil' odd me and Isabella who reviewed the first time I posted this.
All three of them stood there in shock. One thought racing through their heads, 'How could we?!'
"You're lying." Bean said in a stoic voice.
"So you would all like to think, my little puppets." Sauron said, chuckling a little.
"This can't be true." Mel whispered quietly to herself. She could already feel herself being crushed under the guilt.
"I knew it, by god *I knew it*!" Jo yelled, shutting her eyes and throwing her hands up to rest on her head.
"And yet you still fell into my trap! You, Joanna, a descendent of the great Elrond Peredhil! Ha!" Sauron said gleefully, a smile stretching over his handsome face.
"'Descendent of Elrond?' What is it that you mean by that?" Bean asked, the still calm showing on her face. Her face may have been stoic, but *the eyes, they say, are the windows to the soul. If you were to look into her eyes right then, you would have seen a torrent of emotion. Rage, anger, sadness, and guilt were just a few.
"Well, you are perceptive, aren't you, Descendent of Eowyn?" Sauron said, his smile widening over his perfect white teeth.
"It helps." Bean said, not reacting to the 'descendent of Eowyn' comment.
"Fine. Why do you think I picked you? Because I randomly picked names from a bag? No, it took me long and hard to find you three. You each are the descendents from the ones whose shape you now take." Sauron said, his eyes flashing angrily at the end, his smile starting to strain.
"Why?" Mel asked softly. She picked her head up from her knees, were she had rested it during the exchange from Sauron and Bean.
"'Why?' you ask 'why'?" at Mel's nod, Sauron dropped his smile completely and continued in a solemn voice, "Because. Eowyn, the human women that is a great warrior. There is a magic inside her that only I, and now you, know about. Arwen, the she-elf who relates to humans more than any other elf can ever do. Her power grows from her bonds with the mortal race. Elrond, the elf that fought against me in the Last Alliance. A great warrior, and an expert healer. His power has been able to grow. I knew that they would never go with the Fellowship, so I picked you. Their rash descendents with little experience of my tricks." Sauron smile grew so large at the end that his face was sure to split in half.
"How did you do it? How?" Jo said, drawing her knees to her chest and wrapping her arms around them.
Sauron smiled, "This is going to be one of those things were the villain tells his master plan, isn't it?" with that Sauron laughed, "Well, since I know that I won't fail, I'll explain it to you. I have lived these lands long. In spirit and in body. I know the past as well as the future. I have powers beyond your measure, but you should know this from the book that was published. The author of it, J.R.R. Tolkien, is a descendent of Frodo. I have traveled man lives in the future, and know many things. My last descendent, I think you have heard of him, goes by the name **Michael Jackson."
"I knew there was a reason why that guy freaked me out." Jo whispered into her knees, gaining a dry chuckle from Bean and Mel.
"Yes, he does give that impression," Sauron said rolling his dark eyes, "Anyway, I needed you to join the Fellowship because they would take you to me. I may have power, but I know how my tale will end.if I don't have more power. Why, even now, the man king and the elfin archer have joined the others. In a few seconds, they will find Gollum. Then they will try to launch a sneak attack on me, destroying *my* ring of Power," at this, Sauron sneered and he said this with thick emotion in his voice, "But if I had more power, I might just win." The last part was said joyously and with his ever-present smile.
"So you wiped the book, put that idiotic poem to fake us, sent that stupid storm, all so we could help *you*?!" Mel yelled at him, standing in her rage.
"Yes.yet I sent no poem. What do you mean by that?" Sauron said, narrowing his eyes at Mel. Bean and Jo, sensing that it was a bad thing for him to find out about the poem, changed the subject.
"How do you know we'll even help you?" Jo said as she also stood next to Mel.
"Yes, what makes you so sure that we wont refuse?" Bean said, also standing with them.
"You all act like you have a choice," Sauron said, forgetting about the poem for the present task or rubbing their noses in their failure, "I have no nee for *you*, only your power. I will simply take it from you, but not today. I want to give you time to think on you actions and how you doomed the entire Middle Earth!" Sauron said and a light grew in his hands. It grew until it was the size of a baseball.
"Good night, little puppets." Was what he said while throwing the light at them. It exploded before it reached them, sending small streaks of light towards them. When the light came into contact with a part of their body, their eyes widened in pain, but without time to scream, they simply fell to the floor, unconscious.
Sauron stood there and laughed, the Teem of Three at his feet. The Fair, The Strong, and The True had failed.
A/N: thanks for getting through all that. Now, you see that button down there that says review? Please click it and post your opinion. Thank you so much!! *"The eyes are the windows to the soul." Is not my line, but by someone with much more talent. I do not know the name of this person, so if you do , please say so in a review!
** About the Michael Jackson thing.. I know that some people like him, but he just freaks me out!!
THANK YOU!