Rating: PG 13, because Aragorn's getting fed up.
Disclaimer: I (sob) do (wail) not (sniffle) Own (weep) the Lord of the Rings (Blubber) or (hiccup) its characters.
Thank you to any one who is still reading! My brother found his Disc-man, and now mysteriously my Thesauruses is gone (the fiend). I'm hoping this will be better then chapter three lets see.
The Faint of Galadrial
The Fellowship made their way down the mountain and into a forest.
"Let's see if the meeting with my people will go better then the meeting with yours," Legolas challenged Gimli.
"Let's see if they'll accept you as an elf, beard boy." Gimli sneered back.
"Maybe I'll be so rude as to spit in their faces. Maybe then they'll execute me and this whole mess will be over." Legolas retorted.
"You wouldn't,"
"I would do anything to get out of this horrible excuse for a figure," Legolas shot back.
"I said none of that!" Aragorn yelled using his new found balk to separate the two. "The next one of you to challenge death, or spit in the face of an elf will face my wrath, so help me; I'll have him permanently displayed on my palace wall."
"What castle, what people would take you as a king, with that body? You're not the heir of Isildur you're the Heir of a Shire farmer," Boromir laughed.
"Yes, well what chance do you have of ever taking your fathers place as steward with that height? You'll be the laughing stock of Gondor," Aragorn replied, this comment brought the two former men into a feud similar to the one Legolas and Gimli where already locked into.
"Hahaha," several voices laughed from within the trees as a troop of elves materialized from the foliage and leveled their bows at the fellowship.
"You argue so loudly, we could have shot you in the dark," the nearest replied eyeing Legolas suspiciously. "I am Haldir, you are now my captives."
Aragororn untangled himself from Boromir and stepped up to the elf, "Haldir o Lórien. Henion aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn. (Haldir of Lorien. We have come for help. We need your protection.)" He said.
The elf eyed him curiously, "It is odd for a halfling to speak our tongue so delicately, who are you?"
"Oh, right," Aragorn blundered remembering his present state, "I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn, we had a bit of a run in with one of Saruman's spells, it made us. switch."
"I see," the elf responded coldly as he eyed Bill who was running circles around Boromir.
"Aragorn, these woods are perilous, we should go back!" Gimli warned.
"Ah, one our kin, what land do you come from," Haldir asked approaching Gimli.
"Um, err," Gimlis squeaked, "actually I'm temporarily renting this body, so you may want to ask the dwarf that."
"Right. well any way, you have entered the realm of the lady of the wood, you cannot go back." Haldir recovered. "Come, she is waiting." He then led the fellowship as well as his archers into the wood and to the elven city of Lorien.
The travelers where ordered to ascend a large stair case that led to a house in the tree tops. There they where greeted by two royal looking elves.
"Eight there are here, but nine there were set out from Rivendell. Where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him," The male asked as he approached them.
Aragorn shot Pippin an angry glare.
"He has fallen into shadow," The female replied searching through Pippins face. "The quest stands on the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all." Her stare skipped franticly from face to face. "Yet hope remains as long as the company is true." she said urgently watching Gimli give Legolas a murderous look. "Do not let your hearts be troubled," she consoled Merry who had just been hoisted up the tree in a sling. "Oh, we're all doomed!" she wept before fainting into her husbands arms. Several elven servants immediately ran over to help her and the fellowship was ushered down the stair case and into a tent.
"Please, just stay here, and don't cause any trouble," they pleaded before returning to the tree house.
"Great people you have here Legolas, so. welcoming," Gimli said sarcastically.
Legolas was to busy hacking through at his new hair to argue. Elven singing drifted through the trees "A lament for Gandalf," he whisperd.
"What do they say about him?" Gimli asked.
"That he was killed by a stupid Halfling," Aragorn muttered as he began his evening exercises. "Take some rest Boromir, Eru knows we need it." He instructed Boromir who paced nearby followed closely by Bill.
"I shall find no rest here. I heard a voice inside my head." Boromir replied.
"With you that's no surprise," Aragorn muttered under his breath
Boromir winced and continued "She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, even now, there is hope left, but I cannot see it. Look at me, I'm short, I'm weak, I can do nothing but melt girls with my puppy dog eyes. My father is a noble man, but Izual is failing, and the people lose faith. My father looks to me to set it right, and I would do it. If I could just have it."
"Have what?" Aragorn asked.
"um.My old body!" Boromir recovered. "With it I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you seen it, Aragorn? The white tower of Ecthelion glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?"
"No, I was raised in Rivendell remember, I'm in exile, jeeze, must you always bring that up?" Aragorn growled before returning to his work out.
"Ouch, oh shit," Legolas swore as his comb snapped off in his hair. He tugged at the handle, but it held fast. "Why, couldn't you just take three fricken moments each day to untangle this mess!!" he yelled at Gimli who had settled himself into his bed.
"A dwarf's time is valuable, we have no time for hair care, the most we ever do is braid it once every ten years."
The evening passed by, several elves came with blankets for the travelers and hay for Merry. Soon the Fellowship found them selves lulled to sleep by elven songs.
Frodo awoke at the sound of a twig snapping, he leapt up and grabbed the ring "We mustn't let them have it, it's ours. The pointy ears will take it they will," he cautioned himself as Galadrial came into view, her face was a pasty white, more white then usual.
She began to ascend a small stairway, Frodo followed. She stopped at a basin in the middle of a clearing.
"Will you look in top the mirror?" she asked eyeing the ring bearer who began to take on a tense twitchy motion.
"Wha. what wi wi.will I see?" he questioned in return.
"Not even the wisest can say, for the mirror shows many things. Things that are, things that were, and some things that have not yet come to pass." She grabbed a jug form nearby and filled it with water from a fountain. She then poured the jug out into the basin. Her eyes grew hypnotic.
Frodo approached cautiously and peered into the mirror. He saw Legolas (In Gimli's body) diving off a cliff with the comb still stuck in his hair, Gimli (in the elf's body) charging an army of orcs alone. He saw Sam impressing Rosy with his new figure and Arwen slapping a pudgy Aragorn. Then Bill teaching a course on English and Merry giving pony rides to the Hobbiton children. He saw Boromir pounce on him and then Saruman laughing to himself in Orthanc, before dying of a heart attack. Suddenly then the eye of Sauron dominated the vision, the ring began to pull it's bearer down wards. Frodo desperately clutched the ring and threw himself backwards.
"He can't have it, he mustn't have it!!" He cried scrambling to his feet.
"The ring, you have it, of course," Galadrial whispered approaching the ring bearer. "I must say that my heart has greatly desired this, to have the Ring of Power with in my reach." She began to mutate into a green terrifying women. "Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!!"
"Eeep," Frodo cried before running off into the woods.
"I passed the test. I will diminish, and go into the west, and remain Galadriel," The elven queen sighed before signaling several of her archers to fetch the schizophrenic former hobbit.
I must admit I was having a bit of trouble with this one, not only because my Thesaurus was missing, but I also kept switching back to present tense and to a bit more tragic approach. Any way please review I need more reviews, I must have them precious, give the to usss. Erm, sorry about that eha. Yeah. Stay tuned for the next Chapter, Will I kill Boromir.maybe. How will Frodo and Sam get to Mordor with all this switching? you'll see.
Disclaimer: I (sob) do (wail) not (sniffle) Own (weep) the Lord of the Rings (Blubber) or (hiccup) its characters.
Thank you to any one who is still reading! My brother found his Disc-man, and now mysteriously my Thesauruses is gone (the fiend). I'm hoping this will be better then chapter three lets see.
The Faint of Galadrial
The Fellowship made their way down the mountain and into a forest.
"Let's see if the meeting with my people will go better then the meeting with yours," Legolas challenged Gimli.
"Let's see if they'll accept you as an elf, beard boy." Gimli sneered back.
"Maybe I'll be so rude as to spit in their faces. Maybe then they'll execute me and this whole mess will be over." Legolas retorted.
"You wouldn't,"
"I would do anything to get out of this horrible excuse for a figure," Legolas shot back.
"I said none of that!" Aragorn yelled using his new found balk to separate the two. "The next one of you to challenge death, or spit in the face of an elf will face my wrath, so help me; I'll have him permanently displayed on my palace wall."
"What castle, what people would take you as a king, with that body? You're not the heir of Isildur you're the Heir of a Shire farmer," Boromir laughed.
"Yes, well what chance do you have of ever taking your fathers place as steward with that height? You'll be the laughing stock of Gondor," Aragorn replied, this comment brought the two former men into a feud similar to the one Legolas and Gimli where already locked into.
"Hahaha," several voices laughed from within the trees as a troop of elves materialized from the foliage and leveled their bows at the fellowship.
"You argue so loudly, we could have shot you in the dark," the nearest replied eyeing Legolas suspiciously. "I am Haldir, you are now my captives."
Aragororn untangled himself from Boromir and stepped up to the elf, "Haldir o Lórien. Henion aníron, boe ammen i dulu lîn. Boe ammen veriad lîn. (Haldir of Lorien. We have come for help. We need your protection.)" He said.
The elf eyed him curiously, "It is odd for a halfling to speak our tongue so delicately, who are you?"
"Oh, right," Aragorn blundered remembering his present state, "I'm Aragorn, son of Arathorn, we had a bit of a run in with one of Saruman's spells, it made us. switch."
"I see," the elf responded coldly as he eyed Bill who was running circles around Boromir.
"Aragorn, these woods are perilous, we should go back!" Gimli warned.
"Ah, one our kin, what land do you come from," Haldir asked approaching Gimli.
"Um, err," Gimlis squeaked, "actually I'm temporarily renting this body, so you may want to ask the dwarf that."
"Right. well any way, you have entered the realm of the lady of the wood, you cannot go back." Haldir recovered. "Come, she is waiting." He then led the fellowship as well as his archers into the wood and to the elven city of Lorien.
The travelers where ordered to ascend a large stair case that led to a house in the tree tops. There they where greeted by two royal looking elves.
"Eight there are here, but nine there were set out from Rivendell. Where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him," The male asked as he approached them.
Aragorn shot Pippin an angry glare.
"He has fallen into shadow," The female replied searching through Pippins face. "The quest stands on the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all." Her stare skipped franticly from face to face. "Yet hope remains as long as the company is true." she said urgently watching Gimli give Legolas a murderous look. "Do not let your hearts be troubled," she consoled Merry who had just been hoisted up the tree in a sling. "Oh, we're all doomed!" she wept before fainting into her husbands arms. Several elven servants immediately ran over to help her and the fellowship was ushered down the stair case and into a tent.
"Please, just stay here, and don't cause any trouble," they pleaded before returning to the tree house.
"Great people you have here Legolas, so. welcoming," Gimli said sarcastically.
Legolas was to busy hacking through at his new hair to argue. Elven singing drifted through the trees "A lament for Gandalf," he whisperd.
"What do they say about him?" Gimli asked.
"That he was killed by a stupid Halfling," Aragorn muttered as he began his evening exercises. "Take some rest Boromir, Eru knows we need it." He instructed Boromir who paced nearby followed closely by Bill.
"I shall find no rest here. I heard a voice inside my head." Boromir replied.
"With you that's no surprise," Aragorn muttered under his breath
Boromir winced and continued "She spoke of my father and the fall of Gondor. She said to me, even now, there is hope left, but I cannot see it. Look at me, I'm short, I'm weak, I can do nothing but melt girls with my puppy dog eyes. My father is a noble man, but Izual is failing, and the people lose faith. My father looks to me to set it right, and I would do it. If I could just have it."
"Have what?" Aragorn asked.
"um.My old body!" Boromir recovered. "With it I would see the glory of Gondor restored. Have you seen it, Aragorn? The white tower of Ecthelion glimmering like a spike of pearl and silver, its banners caught high in the morning breeze. Have you ever been called home by the clear ringing of silver trumpets?"
"No, I was raised in Rivendell remember, I'm in exile, jeeze, must you always bring that up?" Aragorn growled before returning to his work out.
"Ouch, oh shit," Legolas swore as his comb snapped off in his hair. He tugged at the handle, but it held fast. "Why, couldn't you just take three fricken moments each day to untangle this mess!!" he yelled at Gimli who had settled himself into his bed.
"A dwarf's time is valuable, we have no time for hair care, the most we ever do is braid it once every ten years."
The evening passed by, several elves came with blankets for the travelers and hay for Merry. Soon the Fellowship found them selves lulled to sleep by elven songs.
Frodo awoke at the sound of a twig snapping, he leapt up and grabbed the ring "We mustn't let them have it, it's ours. The pointy ears will take it they will," he cautioned himself as Galadrial came into view, her face was a pasty white, more white then usual.
She began to ascend a small stairway, Frodo followed. She stopped at a basin in the middle of a clearing.
"Will you look in top the mirror?" she asked eyeing the ring bearer who began to take on a tense twitchy motion.
"Wha. what wi wi.will I see?" he questioned in return.
"Not even the wisest can say, for the mirror shows many things. Things that are, things that were, and some things that have not yet come to pass." She grabbed a jug form nearby and filled it with water from a fountain. She then poured the jug out into the basin. Her eyes grew hypnotic.
Frodo approached cautiously and peered into the mirror. He saw Legolas (In Gimli's body) diving off a cliff with the comb still stuck in his hair, Gimli (in the elf's body) charging an army of orcs alone. He saw Sam impressing Rosy with his new figure and Arwen slapping a pudgy Aragorn. Then Bill teaching a course on English and Merry giving pony rides to the Hobbiton children. He saw Boromir pounce on him and then Saruman laughing to himself in Orthanc, before dying of a heart attack. Suddenly then the eye of Sauron dominated the vision, the ring began to pull it's bearer down wards. Frodo desperately clutched the ring and threw himself backwards.
"He can't have it, he mustn't have it!!" He cried scrambling to his feet.
"The ring, you have it, of course," Galadrial whispered approaching the ring bearer. "I must say that my heart has greatly desired this, to have the Ring of Power with in my reach." She began to mutate into a green terrifying women. "Instead of a Dark Lord, you would have a queen, not dark but beautiful and terrible as the dawn! Tempestuous as the sea, and stronger than the foundations of the earth! All shall love me and despair!!"
"Eeep," Frodo cried before running off into the woods.
"I passed the test. I will diminish, and go into the west, and remain Galadriel," The elven queen sighed before signaling several of her archers to fetch the schizophrenic former hobbit.
I must admit I was having a bit of trouble with this one, not only because my Thesaurus was missing, but I also kept switching back to present tense and to a bit more tragic approach. Any way please review I need more reviews, I must have them precious, give the to usss. Erm, sorry about that eha. Yeah. Stay tuned for the next Chapter, Will I kill Boromir.maybe. How will Frodo and Sam get to Mordor with all this switching? you'll see.