An author. Those dread words echo round the fellowship like ripples in the
bowl of porridge that was Elrond's breakfast... that is to say, slowly.
"An... an Author?" Aragorn shuddered.
"Do not speak of such evil in such a beautiful place!" Legolas cried, his fingers touching his sensitive ears as if the very words hurt him.
"But if this is indeed the cause of our troubles..." Elrond murmured, twirling a few strands of hair between his fingers.
"Don't be silly." Merry said suddenly. "Authors don't exist. They're just old hobbit-wives tales to scare kids into doing what they want!"
"Yeah." Pippin agreed. "As if something could control our very thoughts and motions..."
"And the weather." Merry added.
"And bring people from other dimensions..." The two youngest hobbits glanced nervously at each other.
"Unfortunately my friends, authors do exist, though they have not troubled this land in many years."
"Um..." The Fellowship turned to the Things. "You don't mean an Author as in... someone who writes books, do you?" Sean asked, looking completely puzzled.
"They can't do." Dominic said, waving it off casually. "No harm ever came from writing a book." Elrond's stern gaze soon shut them up.
"Do not speak so easily of things you do not understand." He said grimly. "Authors are powerful and terrible. They have control over us, if our will is distracted. They have caused naught but trouble in our history." Billy opened his mouth to protest. "What do you think made the High Elves decide to forge Rings of Power?" Frodo gasped, and his eye twitched at the word 'ring'. The Things stared at him in shock. "So now you understand our peril, and yours, for as long as you remain in Middle Earth, you are under the Authors spell."
Silence weighed upon the council, until Aragorn could stand it no longer.
"If an Author has come to these shores once more, what can we do to defeat it?" He stood, and his hair blew back off his face in a sudden dramatic breeze.
"Authors are very powerful, and not easily destroyed." Elrond replied, sitting back in his ornate seat. "Some say the only way to defeat it, is to let it take them over completely until the evil has fulfilled its tale."
"I am no-one's pawn" Legolas snapped suddenly, and Merry and Pippin exploded in hysterical laughter. Elijah blushed furiously and shifted in his seat as Orlando winked at him. "Pawn as is p-a-w-n, you disgusting little halflings!" He growled, ignoring Aragorn's suddenly interested gaze.
"Quite." He said simply, smiling at him.
"The only way to destroy it is go to the land from whence it came, Mordor." A moment passed as the council digested this information.
"Um, why?" 12 pairs of eyes fell upon Billy, who blushed slightly. "Why Mordor? Why is it always Mordor? Why not... Caradhras? That was pretty scary the last time I went on it." Elrond opened his mouth to speak, then paused.
"I do not know. It just seemed... right." He looked puzzled. "It seems the Authors spell has breached Rivendell's defenses. It is indeed powerful." The Fellowship gasped and looked at each other shocked.
"If that is the way to destroy the Author, then we must go to Mordor immediately." Legolas stated.
"Another adventure?" Samwise sighed, and stood up. "Better get packing Mr. Frodo."
"Mordor?" Frodo gasped. "Nonononononononono, can't go to Mordor... can't... Don't leave me Sam!" The hobbit flung himself into Sam's arms, who smiled apologetically to the others and carried the whimpering hobbit away, to the cries of 'Sam, Sam you can't swim!'.
"What about second breakfast?" Pippin asked suddenly, then his eyes widened and he slapped his hand over his mouth.
"This is no time to think about food Pippin!" Merry snapped, and cuffed Pippin over the head.
"I... I didn't mean to... I'm not even hungry!" The youngest hobbit rubbed the back of his head sulkily.
Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan wandered round Rivendell, taking in the sites, and eating ice-cream (taken from Elrond's fridge).
"Nice place." Billy said appreciatively. Dominic nodded, and opened his mouth to speak when a moan drifted past on the 'sudden dramatic' breeze. 'Ooooorli...' Billy and Dominic looked at each other, then grinned mischievously. They crept round a corner, and looked round onto the balcony. Orlando was sitting with his back to the supporting pillar, Elijah sat on his lap, legs either side of his hips. Orlando appeared to be undoing the buttons on Elijah's shirt with his teeth, and Elijah's hands seemed to have a grudge against Orlando's t-shirt.
Billy and Dominic giggled and quickly backed away. Smirking, they made their way down the steps, in time to see, over the railings and in the gardens below, Legolas run into Aragorn. Literally.
"Aragorn." Legolas said curtly, stepping past the Ranger. Aragon sighed.
"Legolas..." He grabbed the elf's arm, and spun him around, pulling him close. "Why do you deny me?" Legolas frowned.
"Because you're a ranger that hasn't had a bath in about two years?" Legolas suggested, pulling his arm free. Aragorn frowned as Legolas turned his back on him.
"Stop doing that Legolas." The elf stopped, and turned his head slightly. "Stop... turning your back on me." Aragorn moved forward and grabbed Legolas arm again, pulling him back round. Legolas stared at him, and almost leant into Aragorn's offered embrace, but suddenly blinked and shook his head.
"No..." He murmured, then tried to back away. Aragorn tightened his grip on the elf's arm and stepped closer. "Aragorn..."
"Shh..." Surprisingly soft fingers traced the elf's jaw, tilting his head up slightly. Aragorn closed his eyes and leant forward.
A sudden dramatic wind broke Dominic's concentration, and he felt something cold and wet drip down his chest. He looked down.
"Hey my shirts gone." He exclaimed in surprise, glancing up. His eyes widened. "Hey your kilts up!" Billy blushed and frantically tried to hold his kilt down, as it was being blown up in the wind. Dominic smirked. "So I guess what they say about Scotsmen it's true then." He murmured, huskily. Billy lowered his gaze in embarrassment, and spotted the line of ice-cream as it dripped down Dominic's exposed chest. He stared at it, and got the sudden urge to lick it off. He moved forward slightly, reaching out.
"Billy?" Dominic's deep voice shocked Billy into stopping. "What are you doing?"
"I... I just..." He moved closer, reaching out to touch his friend's arm. Dominic smiled at him, and stepped forward. Billy smiled back up at him and leaned forward, gently pressing his tongue against the line of melted ice- cream.
"Oh..." Dominic closed his eyes and his hands gently slid into Billy's hair. Slowly, Billy worked his way up, lapping up the ice-cream on the way. Dominic whimpered gently, as Billy sucked gently on his collarbone, then lifted his head. Their eyes met and Billy licked his lips before smiling.
"Absolutely delicious." He muttered, and Dominic suddenly moved forward to catch his friend's lips in a kiss.
"An... an Author?" Aragorn shuddered.
"Do not speak of such evil in such a beautiful place!" Legolas cried, his fingers touching his sensitive ears as if the very words hurt him.
"But if this is indeed the cause of our troubles..." Elrond murmured, twirling a few strands of hair between his fingers.
"Don't be silly." Merry said suddenly. "Authors don't exist. They're just old hobbit-wives tales to scare kids into doing what they want!"
"Yeah." Pippin agreed. "As if something could control our very thoughts and motions..."
"And the weather." Merry added.
"And bring people from other dimensions..." The two youngest hobbits glanced nervously at each other.
"Unfortunately my friends, authors do exist, though they have not troubled this land in many years."
"Um..." The Fellowship turned to the Things. "You don't mean an Author as in... someone who writes books, do you?" Sean asked, looking completely puzzled.
"They can't do." Dominic said, waving it off casually. "No harm ever came from writing a book." Elrond's stern gaze soon shut them up.
"Do not speak so easily of things you do not understand." He said grimly. "Authors are powerful and terrible. They have control over us, if our will is distracted. They have caused naught but trouble in our history." Billy opened his mouth to protest. "What do you think made the High Elves decide to forge Rings of Power?" Frodo gasped, and his eye twitched at the word 'ring'. The Things stared at him in shock. "So now you understand our peril, and yours, for as long as you remain in Middle Earth, you are under the Authors spell."
Silence weighed upon the council, until Aragorn could stand it no longer.
"If an Author has come to these shores once more, what can we do to defeat it?" He stood, and his hair blew back off his face in a sudden dramatic breeze.
"Authors are very powerful, and not easily destroyed." Elrond replied, sitting back in his ornate seat. "Some say the only way to defeat it, is to let it take them over completely until the evil has fulfilled its tale."
"I am no-one's pawn" Legolas snapped suddenly, and Merry and Pippin exploded in hysterical laughter. Elijah blushed furiously and shifted in his seat as Orlando winked at him. "Pawn as is p-a-w-n, you disgusting little halflings!" He growled, ignoring Aragorn's suddenly interested gaze.
"Quite." He said simply, smiling at him.
"The only way to destroy it is go to the land from whence it came, Mordor." A moment passed as the council digested this information.
"Um, why?" 12 pairs of eyes fell upon Billy, who blushed slightly. "Why Mordor? Why is it always Mordor? Why not... Caradhras? That was pretty scary the last time I went on it." Elrond opened his mouth to speak, then paused.
"I do not know. It just seemed... right." He looked puzzled. "It seems the Authors spell has breached Rivendell's defenses. It is indeed powerful." The Fellowship gasped and looked at each other shocked.
"If that is the way to destroy the Author, then we must go to Mordor immediately." Legolas stated.
"Another adventure?" Samwise sighed, and stood up. "Better get packing Mr. Frodo."
"Mordor?" Frodo gasped. "Nonononononononono, can't go to Mordor... can't... Don't leave me Sam!" The hobbit flung himself into Sam's arms, who smiled apologetically to the others and carried the whimpering hobbit away, to the cries of 'Sam, Sam you can't swim!'.
"What about second breakfast?" Pippin asked suddenly, then his eyes widened and he slapped his hand over his mouth.
"This is no time to think about food Pippin!" Merry snapped, and cuffed Pippin over the head.
"I... I didn't mean to... I'm not even hungry!" The youngest hobbit rubbed the back of his head sulkily.
Billy Boyd and Dominic Monaghan wandered round Rivendell, taking in the sites, and eating ice-cream (taken from Elrond's fridge).
"Nice place." Billy said appreciatively. Dominic nodded, and opened his mouth to speak when a moan drifted past on the 'sudden dramatic' breeze. 'Ooooorli...' Billy and Dominic looked at each other, then grinned mischievously. They crept round a corner, and looked round onto the balcony. Orlando was sitting with his back to the supporting pillar, Elijah sat on his lap, legs either side of his hips. Orlando appeared to be undoing the buttons on Elijah's shirt with his teeth, and Elijah's hands seemed to have a grudge against Orlando's t-shirt.
Billy and Dominic giggled and quickly backed away. Smirking, they made their way down the steps, in time to see, over the railings and in the gardens below, Legolas run into Aragorn. Literally.
"Aragorn." Legolas said curtly, stepping past the Ranger. Aragon sighed.
"Legolas..." He grabbed the elf's arm, and spun him around, pulling him close. "Why do you deny me?" Legolas frowned.
"Because you're a ranger that hasn't had a bath in about two years?" Legolas suggested, pulling his arm free. Aragorn frowned as Legolas turned his back on him.
"Stop doing that Legolas." The elf stopped, and turned his head slightly. "Stop... turning your back on me." Aragorn moved forward and grabbed Legolas arm again, pulling him back round. Legolas stared at him, and almost leant into Aragorn's offered embrace, but suddenly blinked and shook his head.
"No..." He murmured, then tried to back away. Aragorn tightened his grip on the elf's arm and stepped closer. "Aragorn..."
"Shh..." Surprisingly soft fingers traced the elf's jaw, tilting his head up slightly. Aragorn closed his eyes and leant forward.
A sudden dramatic wind broke Dominic's concentration, and he felt something cold and wet drip down his chest. He looked down.
"Hey my shirts gone." He exclaimed in surprise, glancing up. His eyes widened. "Hey your kilts up!" Billy blushed and frantically tried to hold his kilt down, as it was being blown up in the wind. Dominic smirked. "So I guess what they say about Scotsmen it's true then." He murmured, huskily. Billy lowered his gaze in embarrassment, and spotted the line of ice-cream as it dripped down Dominic's exposed chest. He stared at it, and got the sudden urge to lick it off. He moved forward slightly, reaching out.
"Billy?" Dominic's deep voice shocked Billy into stopping. "What are you doing?"
"I... I just..." He moved closer, reaching out to touch his friend's arm. Dominic smiled at him, and stepped forward. Billy smiled back up at him and leaned forward, gently pressing his tongue against the line of melted ice- cream.
"Oh..." Dominic closed his eyes and his hands gently slid into Billy's hair. Slowly, Billy worked his way up, lapping up the ice-cream on the way. Dominic whimpered gently, as Billy sucked gently on his collarbone, then lifted his head. Their eyes met and Billy licked his lips before smiling.
"Absolutely delicious." He muttered, and Dominic suddenly moved forward to catch his friend's lips in a kiss.