Oh Boy have I been Bad!! This is nearly. six and a half months now since
the last update!!.I must admit this has been due to metal lock, I think I
must have put the key somewhere and forgotten where, but I'm beginning to
get somewhere.
I add this chapter to try and keep some interest.I have been plotting and
planning and NOW I know where I am again, so this should be fairly quick.or
not ;)
Take care, much love until next time! Mel.
This is dedicated to VI, Hon, the reviews have reminded me that there is interest out there.thankyou for making me feel like I ought to finish what I started.X.
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Many hours had passed since Merry had burst in to the great chamber, with his words and the news Legolas brought things had began to become clear. Turning to the Faramir, Aragorn felt his heart grow cold at the thought of what was happening below their very feet.
"Let them know, tell them to keep to their houses for the faster they leave this city the faster the evil will travel."
Faramir, stood strongly despite his illness, the weakness in his body drained him and left him sensitive to the cold and evil seeped in to the fibres of the city he had grown up in. *How had this been here for so long for me to not to know, not to feel it.My father.*
Aragorn's own thoughts echoed dully behind his cool words.
*by keeping the Palantir here so long and in touch with Sauron, had he opened the gate for this to happen.has this been planned for longer than history itself?*
All of his fears lined the pit of his stomach, for once there was no army he could muster and not sword to fight with.
Opening his eyes Frodo took in the sights before him, the large green door of Bag End standing proud before him, the sky above blue, the flowers every shade of the rainbow, all lovingly tended the air warm, smelling sweetly, behind him in the green fields small hobbit lads and lasses played their games, oblivious the the evil that not long ago had threatened to destroy their lives. Smiling he stepped up to the door and pushed it open, the warmth and woody smell of his home welcoming him back.
*After everything we have been through Sam, we always said we would make it home, and we have. Nothing has changed, I think I can start to live again.here in my home*
Stepping over the threshold he began to walk in to the hall when something glittered on the floor, drawing his eye downward.
A small gold ring
Lying as if it had been dropped by some careless hobbit.
"hmmm, I don't remember leaving this behind."
Bending down Frodo clasped the Ring and straightening he looked at it, something tugged at his mind, the heavy weight, the even curve of the edges.
"I don't remember Bilbo having you.I'll just keep you until he comes back, I wouldn't want to lose you now would I."
Feeling his heart begin to thud Frodo took off the chain around his neck, threading the gold Ring on to it he tied it back, the weight felt familiar, but still his heart beat faster, uneven, his skin tightened. Reaching out to steady himself Frodo felt a cold wind on his legs, pushing itself through his hair, cold claws raking across his skin, turning his blood to ice.
Swallowing he turned, and looked up.
And Screamed.
Locked away in a prison of darkness and cold, Gandalf felt the air tremor and the bonds that held him loosen.
For a second the vision before him flickered, the ice melted and there was nothing but the stones and his own being to hold him in place. The reprieve lasted for a mere second before the world returned to it's ice and cold, the feeling of the void.
How long he had been left here he didn't know, his mind cold, ravaged.
Morgoth.
The name rang like a death knell.
*Frodo is the key, we were right about that.but we were wrong about everything else.I never suspected.*
The true horror of their situation had barely begun to sink in, all of the truths they had held were lies, history was a sham, a well constructed plan.even the Valar, in their wisdom had not seen through the most elaborate scheme ever conceived.
*There is a way to end this, I need to speak to Frodo, if we do nothing we deserve the fate that is being written for us.*
The voices around him had gone quiet, listening to his thoughts, they took their turns in laughing and crying, screaming for mercy. The one voice that led the rest was that of Frodo Baggins, a tortured scream that played endlessly, renting Gandalf apart, what he saw he knew now was Frodo's body, no longer governed by the laws of mortality, the spirit that dwelt within was Sauron's.
*I hope Elessar see this before the end.this may be the only chance we have.*
as the silence descended, the voices of the imprisoned began again.
This is dedicated to VI, Hon, the reviews have reminded me that there is interest out there.thankyou for making me feel like I ought to finish what I started.X.
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Many hours had passed since Merry had burst in to the great chamber, with his words and the news Legolas brought things had began to become clear. Turning to the Faramir, Aragorn felt his heart grow cold at the thought of what was happening below their very feet.
"Let them know, tell them to keep to their houses for the faster they leave this city the faster the evil will travel."
Faramir, stood strongly despite his illness, the weakness in his body drained him and left him sensitive to the cold and evil seeped in to the fibres of the city he had grown up in. *How had this been here for so long for me to not to know, not to feel it.My father.*
Aragorn's own thoughts echoed dully behind his cool words.
*by keeping the Palantir here so long and in touch with Sauron, had he opened the gate for this to happen.has this been planned for longer than history itself?*
All of his fears lined the pit of his stomach, for once there was no army he could muster and not sword to fight with.
Opening his eyes Frodo took in the sights before him, the large green door of Bag End standing proud before him, the sky above blue, the flowers every shade of the rainbow, all lovingly tended the air warm, smelling sweetly, behind him in the green fields small hobbit lads and lasses played their games, oblivious the the evil that not long ago had threatened to destroy their lives. Smiling he stepped up to the door and pushed it open, the warmth and woody smell of his home welcoming him back.
*After everything we have been through Sam, we always said we would make it home, and we have. Nothing has changed, I think I can start to live again.here in my home*
Stepping over the threshold he began to walk in to the hall when something glittered on the floor, drawing his eye downward.
A small gold ring
Lying as if it had been dropped by some careless hobbit.
"hmmm, I don't remember leaving this behind."
Bending down Frodo clasped the Ring and straightening he looked at it, something tugged at his mind, the heavy weight, the even curve of the edges.
"I don't remember Bilbo having you.I'll just keep you until he comes back, I wouldn't want to lose you now would I."
Feeling his heart begin to thud Frodo took off the chain around his neck, threading the gold Ring on to it he tied it back, the weight felt familiar, but still his heart beat faster, uneven, his skin tightened. Reaching out to steady himself Frodo felt a cold wind on his legs, pushing itself through his hair, cold claws raking across his skin, turning his blood to ice.
Swallowing he turned, and looked up.
And Screamed.
Locked away in a prison of darkness and cold, Gandalf felt the air tremor and the bonds that held him loosen.
For a second the vision before him flickered, the ice melted and there was nothing but the stones and his own being to hold him in place. The reprieve lasted for a mere second before the world returned to it's ice and cold, the feeling of the void.
How long he had been left here he didn't know, his mind cold, ravaged.
Morgoth.
The name rang like a death knell.
*Frodo is the key, we were right about that.but we were wrong about everything else.I never suspected.*
The true horror of their situation had barely begun to sink in, all of the truths they had held were lies, history was a sham, a well constructed plan.even the Valar, in their wisdom had not seen through the most elaborate scheme ever conceived.
*There is a way to end this, I need to speak to Frodo, if we do nothing we deserve the fate that is being written for us.*
The voices around him had gone quiet, listening to his thoughts, they took their turns in laughing and crying, screaming for mercy. The one voice that led the rest was that of Frodo Baggins, a tortured scream that played endlessly, renting Gandalf apart, what he saw he knew now was Frodo's body, no longer governed by the laws of mortality, the spirit that dwelt within was Sauron's.
*I hope Elessar see this before the end.this may be the only chance we have.*
as the silence descended, the voices of the imprisoned began again.