Author's Note: Yes, I'm getting to the Fellowship. But I refuse to write
more until I get reviews!
Warning! This scene is has parts of both book and movie, (I was ticked that it was so long in both that I took some creative liberties with it. Get over it!)
Remember, things in *.* are thoughts! Also, if you get confused, I try to write from the viewpoint of the last character mentioned.
Disclaimer: If I were Tolkien, I might own something, but I'm not, so I will have to content myself with the 4x3 poster of Legolas I received this Christmas. .. (tee hee!)
Chapter 3
Legolas entered the council hall with feelings of apprehension. Lord Elrond was already sitting in his chair, with Gandalf standing at his side with what looked like a child next to him. He concluded that this must be the halfling Frodo, who carried the one ring from Bree. The other elven members of the council filed in behind him along with the dwarves. As Legolas sat down, the emissaries from Gondor came in. When everyone had sat down, Legolas noticed that there was still one seat left empty, though everyone appeared to have arrived.
Elrond felt a slight annoyance at Cerenna's empty seat, but could not delay the council any longer. He made the necessary introductions and welcomed everyone to the council. He then turned towards Frodo and said, "Bring forth the ring." The small hobbit got up and placed a golden ring on the pedestal that rose up from the center of the room. As Frodo retreated to his chair, Cera strode quickly into the room. She ducked her head as a gesture of apology to Elrond and quickly took her seat at the end. Elrond raised his eyebrow but overlooked her entrance and continued to explain the purpose of the meeting.
Cera, having hearing Lord Elrond's summary before, became slightly bored and glanced around at the other members of the council. It looked odd to see dwarves sitting so calmly, (though truth be told, the one on the end looked a bit nervous), next to the Gondorian delegation, especially in seats normally reserved for other elves. Directly across from her, a small halfling sat next to Gandalf.
*It must be the one they call Frodo*.
She smiled slightly when she studied Gandalf in turn. Her friend, it seemed, had not even changed since she saw him two years ago. He nodded toward her when he saw her looking at him. She did not recognize the elves that had come from Mirkwood, and as she glanced over them, she caught the youngest looking one, (youngest being relative of course), studying her as well. *Weirdo. He looks as though he's never seen a human woman before in his life*. Cera raised an eyebrow at him and he quickly found someplace else to look. *Crazy elf*, she thought. Lord Elrond had finished his summary and was now looking expectantly around at the council members.
A man from Gondor stood up. Looking at the horn that hung from his side, Cera concluded that he must be the prince of Gondor, Boromir.
"This ring is a gift, to the foes of Mordor. Let us use it!" he said.
Strider interjected. "You cannot wield it. None of us can."
"And what would a ranger know of these matters?" Boromir asked him.
The elf that was looking at Cera earlier stood up, "That is no mere ranger you are speaking to. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir to the throne of Gondor."
"Havo bad, Legolas," Aragorn said in Sindarin.
*Ah, so it was the prince of Mirkwood himself, who was staring at me. How odd,* Cera thought.
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king," Boromir sneered. He turned around and sat back down.
Then, the antsy dwarf got up and bellowed, "Then let us destroy it now!" He took his axe, and brought it down sharply on the ring. There was a blinding light, and Cera saw the eye from her dreams for a split second, and then stared at the pitiful remains of the dwarf's shattered axe on the pedestal.
Cera stared blankly at the pedestal for a moment, and then noticed that Frodo had also clutched his head when the axe struck. She glanced discreetly around the room, noticing only that once again that fool elf was staring at her, (he might have been looking at the ring, but how was she to tell?).
Shaking the sensation off, she listened while Lord Elrond took on his lecturing tone.
"The ring cannot be destroyed by any means we hold here, Gimli, son of Gloin."
*Ah, so Antsy Dwarf's name was Gimli!*
"It was forged in the fires of Mt. Doom," he resumed. " Only there can it be unmade. It must be tossed back into the fires from whence it came. One of you must do this."
*Look at the show of hands,* Cera observed sardonically.
Elrond surveyed each face in turn. The dwarves all looked away and few of the elves met his gaze, not to mention the men. The only person who actually looked like they were considering his command was Cerenna, and she just glanced at him with an eyebrow raised. He fervently hoped that she did not choose to take the ring.
Boromir looked up. "One does not simply walk into Mordor," he lectured as though speaking to children. "There is evil there that does not sleep. The great eye, is ever watchful"
*Well, now that we all know that an eye is round, can we get on with this?* (Boromir had dropped a few points in Cera's estimation.)
Legolas stood up. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed!"
Antsy dwarf - no, Gimli leaped to his feet. "And I sup'ose ye think that yer the one t'do it! I will be dead before I see th' ring in th' hands of an elf!"
*Well, that tears it.* Cera shook her head and was about to get up when pandemonium broke out. Above the sudden shouting, she could hear that brainless dwarf yelling, "Never trust an elf!"
She got up and tried to make her way to Lord Elrond, but a man from the Gondorian delegation was in her way. She finally shoved him, politely, out of her way, and saw that Frodo was saying something.
He finally raised his voice and yelled, "I will take it!"
Cera winced, and the room grew silent.
"I will take it to Mordor," he continued, in a lower tone, "though, I do not know the way."
Everyone was stunned. Gandalf looked terribly upset, but laid a hand on the halfling's shoulder and said, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, for as long as it is yours to bear."
Strider stood up and knelt in front of the hobbit. "By my life or my death, I will help guide you. You have my sword."
Much to Elrond's chagrin, Cerenna stood up next.
"You have the feeling of change about you, Mr. Baggins. I would very much like to see that no harm comes to such a brave halfling. You have my staff." She moved to stand next to Gandalf.
Boromir stood up, and Cera immediately felt uneasy. "You carry the fate of us all little one. If it must be, then Gondor will see it done." He moved to stand next to Aragorn, and gave her a patronizing look. She very nearly glared at him.
*Well, great, wonderful, just don't go crazy on us anytime soon,* she thought sadistically.
*This shall most certainly be interesting,* Legolas thought and stood up as well.
"And you have my bow," he announced.
" And my axe!" Legolas looked disdainfully upon the dwarf. Gimli glowered right back at him.
"Hey!"
Everyone turned to see another hobbit running up to stand next to Frodo.
" Mr. Frodo's not goin' anywhere without me" He folded his arms stubbornly across his chest.
" No indeed, Master Samwise," Lord Elrond cut in, providing the much-needed information for Cera, "It is hardly possible to keep you two apart. Even when he is summoned to a secret counsel and you are not."
"Oy! We're comin' too!"
Cera couldn't believe it. The two halflings she had met the night before came running down to join with the group.
"Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of .mission.quest.thing!" Pippen concluded lamely.
Cera looked at Gandalf amusedly, and he rolled his eyes.
Merry leaned over. "Well, that rules you out Pip!"
Cera covered her grin with her hand, and Legolas looked at her strangely.
" Very well," Elrond intoned, "You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring"
*And may Eru's blessings be upon you all, you're going to need it* he thought. *Most of all Cerenna.*
" Right, now, where are we goin'?" Everyone stared at Pippen in disbelief.
*~* Whaddaya think? I don't know b/c no one ever reviews.hint, hint. Read moonygirl 13's stories, they're funny! Ch. 4 is on its way. Tee hee!
Warning! This scene is has parts of both book and movie, (I was ticked that it was so long in both that I took some creative liberties with it. Get over it!)
Remember, things in *.* are thoughts! Also, if you get confused, I try to write from the viewpoint of the last character mentioned.
Disclaimer: If I were Tolkien, I might own something, but I'm not, so I will have to content myself with the 4x3 poster of Legolas I received this Christmas. .. (tee hee!)
Chapter 3
Legolas entered the council hall with feelings of apprehension. Lord Elrond was already sitting in his chair, with Gandalf standing at his side with what looked like a child next to him. He concluded that this must be the halfling Frodo, who carried the one ring from Bree. The other elven members of the council filed in behind him along with the dwarves. As Legolas sat down, the emissaries from Gondor came in. When everyone had sat down, Legolas noticed that there was still one seat left empty, though everyone appeared to have arrived.
Elrond felt a slight annoyance at Cerenna's empty seat, but could not delay the council any longer. He made the necessary introductions and welcomed everyone to the council. He then turned towards Frodo and said, "Bring forth the ring." The small hobbit got up and placed a golden ring on the pedestal that rose up from the center of the room. As Frodo retreated to his chair, Cera strode quickly into the room. She ducked her head as a gesture of apology to Elrond and quickly took her seat at the end. Elrond raised his eyebrow but overlooked her entrance and continued to explain the purpose of the meeting.
Cera, having hearing Lord Elrond's summary before, became slightly bored and glanced around at the other members of the council. It looked odd to see dwarves sitting so calmly, (though truth be told, the one on the end looked a bit nervous), next to the Gondorian delegation, especially in seats normally reserved for other elves. Directly across from her, a small halfling sat next to Gandalf.
*It must be the one they call Frodo*.
She smiled slightly when she studied Gandalf in turn. Her friend, it seemed, had not even changed since she saw him two years ago. He nodded toward her when he saw her looking at him. She did not recognize the elves that had come from Mirkwood, and as she glanced over them, she caught the youngest looking one, (youngest being relative of course), studying her as well. *Weirdo. He looks as though he's never seen a human woman before in his life*. Cera raised an eyebrow at him and he quickly found someplace else to look. *Crazy elf*, she thought. Lord Elrond had finished his summary and was now looking expectantly around at the council members.
A man from Gondor stood up. Looking at the horn that hung from his side, Cera concluded that he must be the prince of Gondor, Boromir.
"This ring is a gift, to the foes of Mordor. Let us use it!" he said.
Strider interjected. "You cannot wield it. None of us can."
"And what would a ranger know of these matters?" Boromir asked him.
The elf that was looking at Cera earlier stood up, "That is no mere ranger you are speaking to. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn and heir to the throne of Gondor."
"Havo bad, Legolas," Aragorn said in Sindarin.
*Ah, so it was the prince of Mirkwood himself, who was staring at me. How odd,* Cera thought.
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king," Boromir sneered. He turned around and sat back down.
Then, the antsy dwarf got up and bellowed, "Then let us destroy it now!" He took his axe, and brought it down sharply on the ring. There was a blinding light, and Cera saw the eye from her dreams for a split second, and then stared at the pitiful remains of the dwarf's shattered axe on the pedestal.
Cera stared blankly at the pedestal for a moment, and then noticed that Frodo had also clutched his head when the axe struck. She glanced discreetly around the room, noticing only that once again that fool elf was staring at her, (he might have been looking at the ring, but how was she to tell?).
Shaking the sensation off, she listened while Lord Elrond took on his lecturing tone.
"The ring cannot be destroyed by any means we hold here, Gimli, son of Gloin."
*Ah, so Antsy Dwarf's name was Gimli!*
"It was forged in the fires of Mt. Doom," he resumed. " Only there can it be unmade. It must be tossed back into the fires from whence it came. One of you must do this."
*Look at the show of hands,* Cera observed sardonically.
Elrond surveyed each face in turn. The dwarves all looked away and few of the elves met his gaze, not to mention the men. The only person who actually looked like they were considering his command was Cerenna, and she just glanced at him with an eyebrow raised. He fervently hoped that she did not choose to take the ring.
Boromir looked up. "One does not simply walk into Mordor," he lectured as though speaking to children. "There is evil there that does not sleep. The great eye, is ever watchful"
*Well, now that we all know that an eye is round, can we get on with this?* (Boromir had dropped a few points in Cera's estimation.)
Legolas stood up. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed!"
Antsy dwarf - no, Gimli leaped to his feet. "And I sup'ose ye think that yer the one t'do it! I will be dead before I see th' ring in th' hands of an elf!"
*Well, that tears it.* Cera shook her head and was about to get up when pandemonium broke out. Above the sudden shouting, she could hear that brainless dwarf yelling, "Never trust an elf!"
She got up and tried to make her way to Lord Elrond, but a man from the Gondorian delegation was in her way. She finally shoved him, politely, out of her way, and saw that Frodo was saying something.
He finally raised his voice and yelled, "I will take it!"
Cera winced, and the room grew silent.
"I will take it to Mordor," he continued, in a lower tone, "though, I do not know the way."
Everyone was stunned. Gandalf looked terribly upset, but laid a hand on the halfling's shoulder and said, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, for as long as it is yours to bear."
Strider stood up and knelt in front of the hobbit. "By my life or my death, I will help guide you. You have my sword."
Much to Elrond's chagrin, Cerenna stood up next.
"You have the feeling of change about you, Mr. Baggins. I would very much like to see that no harm comes to such a brave halfling. You have my staff." She moved to stand next to Gandalf.
Boromir stood up, and Cera immediately felt uneasy. "You carry the fate of us all little one. If it must be, then Gondor will see it done." He moved to stand next to Aragorn, and gave her a patronizing look. She very nearly glared at him.
*Well, great, wonderful, just don't go crazy on us anytime soon,* she thought sadistically.
*This shall most certainly be interesting,* Legolas thought and stood up as well.
"And you have my bow," he announced.
" And my axe!" Legolas looked disdainfully upon the dwarf. Gimli glowered right back at him.
"Hey!"
Everyone turned to see another hobbit running up to stand next to Frodo.
" Mr. Frodo's not goin' anywhere without me" He folded his arms stubbornly across his chest.
" No indeed, Master Samwise," Lord Elrond cut in, providing the much-needed information for Cera, "It is hardly possible to keep you two apart. Even when he is summoned to a secret counsel and you are not."
"Oy! We're comin' too!"
Cera couldn't believe it. The two halflings she had met the night before came running down to join with the group.
"Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of .mission.quest.thing!" Pippen concluded lamely.
Cera looked at Gandalf amusedly, and he rolled his eyes.
Merry leaned over. "Well, that rules you out Pip!"
Cera covered her grin with her hand, and Legolas looked at her strangely.
" Very well," Elrond intoned, "You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring"
*And may Eru's blessings be upon you all, you're going to need it* he thought. *Most of all Cerenna.*
" Right, now, where are we goin'?" Everyone stared at Pippen in disbelief.
*~* Whaddaya think? I don't know b/c no one ever reviews.hint, hint. Read moonygirl 13's stories, they're funny! Ch. 4 is on its way. Tee hee!