Shadow of a Doubt
Chapter Four: Blackbird
by Capella
A/N: 12/31/02: Redone. Thank god. So, enjoy! Not really much to say, besides that I love the Beatles! *hugs Paul* Sorry if half my lyrics are from the Beatles. I'm a horrible groupie.
...damn, my first few chapters of this story are short!
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"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free."
-Beatles, "Blackbird"
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"I do not really trust him, Gandalf. Something just does not feel right."
Sam could feel Gandalf's eyes slide slowly over to the man seated at the wizard's right.
The Council and the hobbits sat in the main dining hall, not quite as full and festive as it had been the day when Frodo woke. Sam shuddered to think of those three nights, when his beloved master had been so deathly cold. Sam looked up quickly to Elrond, guiltily wondering if the magnifient elf had felt him shudder. But Elrond's mind was preoccupied, his eyes staring at the empty two chairs at the table. Sam's brows puckered in thought.
His attention was soon drawn to the heated conversation that was going on across the table from him.
Gandalf looked faintly amused. "I thought he was just a boy. Why are you so frightened?" he asked, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Boromir sighed. "I just do not think--"
"We shall keep him in Rivendell for one week. During this time we will monitor him closely, see if we can find anything suspicious. If we cannot, it is my belief that he should help Frodo on his quest."
"Help him?" Boromir said, a touch of anger in his voice. Gandalf laid a hand on his arm.
"Peace, Boromir," he murmered. "We have no need to harm him. He has not done anything to harm us."
Sam heaved a sigh of relief. Just then, Frodo leaned over and whispered, in Sam's ear, "I am going to go find Harry. I want to talk with him more closely."
"I'll come with you, Master."
Frodo smiled.
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"Legolas..." came the whisper from Harry, "what are you doing..." Legolas chose not to respond, instead fastening his mouth onto Harry's bare shoulder, biting down lightly. "I can't do this to Ron, he doesn't know..."
Pulling back abrubtly, Legolas looked into Harry's determined eyes. Harry answered the unspoken question.
"He is...was...my lover. We parted on bad terms, I think. He wanted me to marry him. I couldn't. I can't." He looked up at Legolas a little sadly.
Legolas nodded slowly. He understood -- Harry had been torn from his former life and thrust into a world he didn't even know, but...
"Harry, please. We can work this out." He reached up his hand to smooth back unruly black bangs, and trailed his hand down the curves of Harry's face.
Harry opened his mouth, a pained expression coming onto his face, but Legolas continued on quickly.
"Neither you nor I know how long you'll be here...please, Harry. Indulge me for a little time."
A tear traced it's way down Harry's cheek as he nodded, wordless.
Legolas was surprised. "I did not mean to hurt you, Harry." He took his hand from Harry's cheek.
"No, it's okay --"
"Harry! There you are!"
Legolas leaned back quickly. Looking up at him, Harry saw the emotionless mask back on the elf's face. Harry smiled at Sam and Frodo, who shrugged.
"Harry, we need you back at the Council right away. They're going to reach their decision soon."
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Hours later, the Council had come to a final conclusion. Harry was to stay in Rivendell until the company was ready to leave. If he was deemed trustworthy, he would accompany the Ringbearer on his journey through Gondor to Mordor and the Crack of Doom.
Boromir, however, worried Harry greatly. He was to accompany them on the journey, but it was obvious that while he didn't exactly dislike Harry, he didn't trust him either. That is, until Harry revealed one of his biggest secrets (that not even Dumbledore knew): Harry had learned how to Apparate when he was fifteen. Boromir grudgingly agreed that having Harry along would be a great help.
Harry just wanted some way to apparate himself home.
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A/N: Fixed! Albeit short, but fixed!
Chapter Four: Blackbird
by Capella
A/N: 12/31/02: Redone. Thank god. So, enjoy! Not really much to say, besides that I love the Beatles! *hugs Paul* Sorry if half my lyrics are from the Beatles. I'm a horrible groupie.
...damn, my first few chapters of this story are short!
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"Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.
Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to be free."
-Beatles, "Blackbird"
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"I do not really trust him, Gandalf. Something just does not feel right."
Sam could feel Gandalf's eyes slide slowly over to the man seated at the wizard's right.
The Council and the hobbits sat in the main dining hall, not quite as full and festive as it had been the day when Frodo woke. Sam shuddered to think of those three nights, when his beloved master had been so deathly cold. Sam looked up quickly to Elrond, guiltily wondering if the magnifient elf had felt him shudder. But Elrond's mind was preoccupied, his eyes staring at the empty two chairs at the table. Sam's brows puckered in thought.
His attention was soon drawn to the heated conversation that was going on across the table from him.
Gandalf looked faintly amused. "I thought he was just a boy. Why are you so frightened?" he asked, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
Boromir sighed. "I just do not think--"
"We shall keep him in Rivendell for one week. During this time we will monitor him closely, see if we can find anything suspicious. If we cannot, it is my belief that he should help Frodo on his quest."
"Help him?" Boromir said, a touch of anger in his voice. Gandalf laid a hand on his arm.
"Peace, Boromir," he murmered. "We have no need to harm him. He has not done anything to harm us."
Sam heaved a sigh of relief. Just then, Frodo leaned over and whispered, in Sam's ear, "I am going to go find Harry. I want to talk with him more closely."
"I'll come with you, Master."
Frodo smiled.
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"Legolas..." came the whisper from Harry, "what are you doing..." Legolas chose not to respond, instead fastening his mouth onto Harry's bare shoulder, biting down lightly. "I can't do this to Ron, he doesn't know..."
Pulling back abrubtly, Legolas looked into Harry's determined eyes. Harry answered the unspoken question.
"He is...was...my lover. We parted on bad terms, I think. He wanted me to marry him. I couldn't. I can't." He looked up at Legolas a little sadly.
Legolas nodded slowly. He understood -- Harry had been torn from his former life and thrust into a world he didn't even know, but...
"Harry, please. We can work this out." He reached up his hand to smooth back unruly black bangs, and trailed his hand down the curves of Harry's face.
Harry opened his mouth, a pained expression coming onto his face, but Legolas continued on quickly.
"Neither you nor I know how long you'll be here...please, Harry. Indulge me for a little time."
A tear traced it's way down Harry's cheek as he nodded, wordless.
Legolas was surprised. "I did not mean to hurt you, Harry." He took his hand from Harry's cheek.
"No, it's okay --"
"Harry! There you are!"
Legolas leaned back quickly. Looking up at him, Harry saw the emotionless mask back on the elf's face. Harry smiled at Sam and Frodo, who shrugged.
"Harry, we need you back at the Council right away. They're going to reach their decision soon."
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Hours later, the Council had come to a final conclusion. Harry was to stay in Rivendell until the company was ready to leave. If he was deemed trustworthy, he would accompany the Ringbearer on his journey through Gondor to Mordor and the Crack of Doom.
Boromir, however, worried Harry greatly. He was to accompany them on the journey, but it was obvious that while he didn't exactly dislike Harry, he didn't trust him either. That is, until Harry revealed one of his biggest secrets (that not even Dumbledore knew): Harry had learned how to Apparate when he was fifteen. Boromir grudgingly agreed that having Harry along would be a great help.
Harry just wanted some way to apparate himself home.
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A/N: Fixed! Albeit short, but fixed!