All right my favorite people in the whole wide world. Here is the next
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Ten minutes later I was seated next to Frodo in the courtyard. The members filtered in and an elf caught my eye. He was tall, like the others, with almost platinum blonde hair. He had sharp blue eyes and walked like a graceful panther or something. He made my breath hitch with his beauty. Looking away quickly I also noticed that I was the only female there. Aragorn sat across from me and yummy elf was a few seats down. Frodo, on my immediate left, fidgeted nervously. I put a hand on his knee and he smiled at me calming.
Elrond stood and the room quieted. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle- Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate--this one doom." He gestured to the pedestal in the center of the courtyard. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Frodo stood and carefully, as if afraid that the ring would jump back at him, places it in the center. There are gasps of amazement all around.
A man I found out to be Boromir stood, "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?" He stood and began pacing. "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
I shook my head and stood (not an easy task to look graceful standing so abruptly in a dress), "It is evil! It cannot be used! Do you not know anything of this?" I asked exasperated.
He glared at me and Aragorn spoke up, "She is right. You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir snarled. I was about to defend my friend when yummy elf beat me to it, "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Whoa! Go yummy elf!
"This...is Isildur's heir?" he asked stunned.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," continued yummy elf. Frodo and I both gave Aragorn a wide eyed look. Aragorn sighed, "Havo dad Legolas."
Boromir gave a glare and sneered, "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." Irritated with the imbecile I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Gandalf spoke, "They are right, we cannot use it."
"There is but one choice. The ring must be destroyed," continued Elrond. A dwarf whose name I don't know picked up his ax, "Well then what are we waiting for?" he hurled his ax down mightily. Upon impact the ax blew itself to pieces, throwing the dwarf backwards in amazement. Elrond spoke then, almost in amusement at first, "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." There were murmurs, "One of you must do this."
I listened no more. Boromir said something about it being folly, Legolas yelled at him, (yummy elf now has a name!), the dwarf made an insulting comment about the ring in the hands of an elf. The only thing I heard was Frodo's small, wavering voice, "I'll take it." I sighed and a lone tear ran down my face, I as afraid that would happen. When no one replied he said it louder, "I will take the ring to Mordor! Though-I do not know that way." Everyone was silent.
Gandalf walked to Frodo, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear." He placed a comforting hand on the hobbit's shoulder. Aragorn stood next. "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." He knelt in front of Frodo, "You have my sword."
"And you have my bow," added yummy-er, Legolas coming to stand by them.
"And my ax!" said Gimli, standing next to an annoyed Legolas. I smiled a bit which faded when Boromir stepped forward, "You carry the fates of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."
I stood as well, "You have my power, as much as I can give." Everyone but Elrond and Gandalf looked confused by this but accepted it nonetheless. Sam jumped from the bushes I had seen him hide in earlier, "Hey! Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!"
Elrond gave him an amused look, "No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Merry and Pippin jumped out from behind the two pillars I'd sensed, "Wait! We're coming too!"
"Ten companions. So be it, then you shall be known as the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond concluded in a powerful voice. Pippin as usual piped up with a comment that made me laugh, "Great! Where are we going then?"
As we broke up to ready for dinner and the coming trip I gave Frodo a hug, "You are a brave soul young hobbit. May you conquer your inner demons as well on this journey." Then I left him to think about it. On my way to my room I made eye contact with yu-Legolas. I blushed and walked faster not seeing the interested glance that most everyone else caught.
Ten minutes later I was seated next to Frodo in the courtyard. The members filtered in and an elf caught my eye. He was tall, like the others, with almost platinum blonde hair. He had sharp blue eyes and walked like a graceful panther or something. He made my breath hitch with his beauty. Looking away quickly I also noticed that I was the only female there. Aragorn sat across from me and yummy elf was a few seats down. Frodo, on my immediate left, fidgeted nervously. I put a hand on his knee and he smiled at me calming.
Elrond stood and the room quieted. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle- Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate--this one doom." He gestured to the pedestal in the center of the courtyard. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Frodo stood and carefully, as if afraid that the ring would jump back at him, places it in the center. There are gasps of amazement all around.
A man I found out to be Boromir stood, "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?" He stood and began pacing. "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
I shook my head and stood (not an easy task to look graceful standing so abruptly in a dress), "It is evil! It cannot be used! Do you not know anything of this?" I asked exasperated.
He glared at me and Aragorn spoke up, "She is right. You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir snarled. I was about to defend my friend when yummy elf beat me to it, "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Whoa! Go yummy elf!
"This...is Isildur's heir?" he asked stunned.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," continued yummy elf. Frodo and I both gave Aragorn a wide eyed look. Aragorn sighed, "Havo dad Legolas."
Boromir gave a glare and sneered, "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." Irritated with the imbecile I resisted the urge to stick my tongue out at him. Gandalf spoke, "They are right, we cannot use it."
"There is but one choice. The ring must be destroyed," continued Elrond. A dwarf whose name I don't know picked up his ax, "Well then what are we waiting for?" he hurled his ax down mightily. Upon impact the ax blew itself to pieces, throwing the dwarf backwards in amazement. Elrond spoke then, almost in amusement at first, "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." There were murmurs, "One of you must do this."
I listened no more. Boromir said something about it being folly, Legolas yelled at him, (yummy elf now has a name!), the dwarf made an insulting comment about the ring in the hands of an elf. The only thing I heard was Frodo's small, wavering voice, "I'll take it." I sighed and a lone tear ran down my face, I as afraid that would happen. When no one replied he said it louder, "I will take the ring to Mordor! Though-I do not know that way." Everyone was silent.
Gandalf walked to Frodo, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear." He placed a comforting hand on the hobbit's shoulder. Aragorn stood next. "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." He knelt in front of Frodo, "You have my sword."
"And you have my bow," added yummy-er, Legolas coming to stand by them.
"And my ax!" said Gimli, standing next to an annoyed Legolas. I smiled a bit which faded when Boromir stepped forward, "You carry the fates of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."
I stood as well, "You have my power, as much as I can give." Everyone but Elrond and Gandalf looked confused by this but accepted it nonetheless. Sam jumped from the bushes I had seen him hide in earlier, "Hey! Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!"
Elrond gave him an amused look, "No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Merry and Pippin jumped out from behind the two pillars I'd sensed, "Wait! We're coming too!"
"Ten companions. So be it, then you shall be known as the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond concluded in a powerful voice. Pippin as usual piped up with a comment that made me laugh, "Great! Where are we going then?"
As we broke up to ready for dinner and the coming trip I gave Frodo a hug, "You are a brave soul young hobbit. May you conquer your inner demons as well on this journey." Then I left him to think about it. On my way to my room I made eye contact with yu-Legolas. I blushed and walked faster not seeing the interested glance that most everyone else caught.