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"Three days! But...it was a week." Antonia's eyes widened as Arwen shook her head.
"No, Antonia. It only took three days." Arwen answered, sitting beside Antonia, on the bed.
"But...Lord Elrond shut and opened the curtains and windows six times, and made me sleep six times." Antonia's eyes narrowed, as she realized.
"It is our way of making sure our care have enough rest, without them fussing. Usually, they are in too much pain to argue." Arwen smiled, and helped Antonia sit.
"Oww!"
"Oh. Sorry, I forgot to remind you, there will be some pain for a few days. After all, your miscarriage was far quicker than it would have been naturally."
"Elvish medicine?" Antonia stood up, with Arwen's help.
"Yes."
Arwen helped Antonia out of the blood encrusted nightgown, and much to Antonia's embarrassment, helped her wash.
"Father would not allow you to do much by yourself tonight Antonia." Arwen had said. "You have lost much blood, and you are weak."
Arwen dressed her in the richly embodied wine-red dress, that brought back color to Antonia's pale and weary face. Arwen gently tucked the hair back, in a pretty hairnet, made from ribbon and semi-precious jewels.
After dressing her, Arwen took Antonia to the ladies parlor, a cozy room with sofas, rugs, books, and a large window overlooking the quiet forest.
"There is a feast tonight." Arwen casually remarked, as she relaxed close to the fire.
Before Antonia could answer, a tall, beautiful she-elf walked in. She took one look at Antonia, who looked weary, and tired, her eyes with dark bags beneath, and turned away towards where Arwen sat.
She started to talk to Arwen, ignoring Antonia. Finally she turned to Antonia.
"Arwen, send your servant away. She is sitting in one of our seats."
"Be careful Jalinania." Arwen's voice went from light and indifferent, to dark and powerful. "This is Prince Legolas's betrothed, and servant to no-one."
"She looks like no princess." Jalinania scoffed. "Just a tired run down old maid."
"Her name is Lady Antonia, Jalinania. She is tired, as you would be after miscarrying twins half-orcs."
"Half-orcs..." Jalinania paused, but her smirk returned. "So, she goes for orcs as well. No surprise."
Arwen stood up, in a perfect controlled anger. "She, like my mother, asked no part in their foul torture. Leave this place. I will not have a victim be called a whore."
"Sorry Antonia." Arwen sat. "She plays friend, until she sees an opportunity to rise in power. She mistook you for a servant, then when she discovered that you had just miscarried twin half-orcs, after being betrothed to a Prince...I guess she hoped she could get you banished, and play loving friend to a sad elf. She did the same with my mother and my father."
Antonia sighed, then realized something. "Where's Ana?"
"Chasing hobbits, I guess."
Two hobbits hurriedly walked past, looking behind them nervously, holding a map labeled 'Mushroom Patch'. A moment later, Ana crawled by, on her belly, a evil grin on her face, dirt smudged all over her.
"See?"
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Ana ducked, as the two hobbits looked around. They shrugged, and kept following the 'Mushroom Patch' Map. Ana crawled, snake style through the long grass, behind the hobbits.
"Merry?"
"Yes Pip?"
"I'm getting a little scared." Pippin looked behind, but saw only Rivendel.
A rider made them jump, as he galloped past. He stopped in the courtyard, and Ana peered through the grass. Legolas! Suddenly, the hobbit hunt was forgotten, as she flew at him. The hobbits could wait.
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Legolas dismounted, and looked around, memories flooding in, and a smile breaking on his face. He could almost remember how Ana felt, when she attached herself to him, the way he couldn't breathe...what!
He looked down, and saw familiar arms, around his waist.
"Leggy!"
"Ana?" Legolas peeled her off, and turned to face her. She grinned, and hugged him again.
"Yep! Miss me?"
"No." Legolas gasped for air.
"No?" Ana stepped back, glaring.
"I missed Antonia."
"Oh!" Ana hugged him again. "That's so cute!"
"Right." Legolas shook her. She didn't move. He took a step foward, and groaned, as she stepped on his feet, and went with him. More steps, and she refused to budge, giggling. "Figwit! Help!"
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Antonia heard the voice, and froze. She grinned, and got up, and ran for outside.
"Antonia! Stop! Your still weak!" Arwen rushed after her.
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Legolas heard the yell from behind, and another body latched itself to him from behind. But this one fell to her knees, panting.
"Melamin?" Legolas pushed Ana off, and kneeled next to Antonia. He could sense the weakness in her.
"Hi." Antonia wrapped her arms around his neck, and he picked her up in his arms. "Miss me?"
Legolas laughed, the first laugh since he last saw her, and answered her with a kiss. "More than life itself." He muttered into her ear.
Arwen came rushing up. "Antonia! I told you! Quiet and peaceful today."
"Arwen." Legolas turned towards Arwen. "Where's my child?"
"Uhhh..." Arwen sighed. "You should probably come and speak to my father Prince Legolas." She smiled, and added, seeing his arms tighten around her. "I'm sure he will not mind if you bring Antonia."
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Legolas had curled up next to the fire in his room, Antonia now asleep in his lap. He brushed her hair, gently, out of her face, and traced her features.
"Hey!" She whispered, stirring. "That tickles!"
Legolas smiled, and kept going.
"Legolas!" She sat up, smiling.
Arwen knocked, and came in after Legolas called to her that it was safe.
"Sorry Legolas, but we must get this little one ready for the feast. And you need to change." She smiled, seeing the dirt off Ana had rubbed off on Legolas and Antonia.
Legolas shrugged. "Can I not change her?"
"No."
Legolas helped Antonia up. "You may borrow my lady. But, be sure to return her before the start of the feast."
"Of course, your highness." Arwen laughed, and took Antonia's hand. "But I doubt you will recognize her."
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Another bath, and a new gown. This one, warm blue. There was no real waistline this time, only a silver belt wrapped around Antonia's waist. The sleeves were long, and ended at her elbow, at a single jewel. Arwen helped her with the headpiece, a silver working of swirls that held her hair up, and framed her face, entwined with loose locks.
Ana had been dressed in exactly the same cut of dress, only in cool pink.
Legolas was waiting at his chamber, and stared at Antonia, as she unsteadily came towards him.
"Melamin." He breathed, running his hands over the smooth fabric, at the sides of her body. "If I was not expected, I would remain here, with you all night."
He led her into the hall.
Lord Elrond sat at the end of the main table, raised on a dais. Gandalf the Grey, and a handsome blonde elf sat next to him. In the center, Arwen sat. Antonia sat next to Legolas, and Ana next to Figwit.
After dinner, and long boring discussions, they were followed Lord Elrond and Lady Arwen into the Hall of fire, for music. Antonia saw a new hobbit, Frodo talking to an elderly hobbit, Bilbo. A shadow passed over him, as Frodo showed the ring, and a creepy thing was revealed. When the shadow lifted, only a shamed Bilbo, and Frodo were there. Antonia shivered, and Legolas wrapped his arm around her waist.
Bilbo started one of his songs.
Antonia fell asleep, drunk on wine, and listing to listing to elvish tunes.
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Legolas lay the girl on his bed, cursing himself for letting her drink so much. It could have been worse, had she been full strength, she probably would be table dancing...or something right now.
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Antonia stood, and shook her head. Legolas was stretched out, naked next to her, a sight she welcomed. And...Antonia grinned evilly. It seemed, he was ready for her...a little tent had erected itself in the light coverings... Antonia stripped her dress off. Legolas would be woken...her way.
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Later that moring, a cheerful Legolas walked around, grinning at anyone, and anything that moved. He felt good. Very good.
Antonia snuck out, and went looking for Sam and Pippin. She had guessed what was going on by now, and knew they'd show her where the concial was. They were found, sneaking around. She tapped Pippin on the sholder, who jumped. He turned, and relaxed when he saw it was her.
Pippin kissed her hand. "Sorry Milady...we thought it might have been..."
"Ana." Merry looked around as he spoke Ana's name. "Can we help you?"
"Take me with you to the concial." Antonia answered, and they grinned evily.
"Fine with us!"
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A.N: Ok, I'm gonna use the movie council bit thing, cause Elrond really does talk too much in the book.
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Antonia crouched in the bushes with the hobbits, as it started.
Elrond stood, and started his speach. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."
Frodo stood, shaking, and placed the ring on the round stone. The proud blonde man smiled, as it was reveled. It was obvious it was Bomior, his gauntlets had a symbal of Gondor.
"So it is true."
"The doom of man."
Boromir spoke, the years of his power giving him ease to speak in front of the powerful folk with him. "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor." He stood up, and paced. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
Aragorn inturruped him. "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Bormir looked down on him. "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
Legolas stood up, and defended his friend. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Boromir took a double take. "Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"
Legolas added, a little smugly. "And heir to the throne of Gondor."
Aragorn waved at Legolas, who stood proudly. "Havo dad, Legolas." //Sit down, Legolas//
Boromir answered. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." He slumped in the chair, a little shocked.
Gandalf spoke up from beside Frodo. "Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."
Elrond added. "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."
Gimli stood up. "What are we waiting for?!" He tried to smash the ring with his axe, but the axe shattered into pieces, throwing Gimli to the ground.
Elrond looked down at him. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the firey chasm from whence it came."
Strange whispering was heard, and Antonia shivered. 'Creepy' She thought, and turned her attentian back to the circle.
Elrond contuinued. "One of you must do this."
Boromir shook his head, not convinced. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."
Legolas answered imendantly. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed!"
Gimli stood. "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!"
Boromir ignored the elf and the dwarf, and continued on his 'merry' trail of thought. "And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"
Gimli ignored Bomior. "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"
All the Elves stood up, then the Dwarves, then everyone except Frodo, who sat stiffly, staring at the ring.
Gimli snapped. "Never trust an Elf!"
Gandalf tried to get over the loud argueing. "Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!"
Seconds later, Frodo stood. "I will take it! I will take it!"
The croud quietened, and stared at the little man.
Frodo went on, a little uncomftable, under the eyes of the powerful men. "I will take the ring to Mordor... Though - though I do not know the way."
Gandalf smiled at the little man, and stepped towards him. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear." He stood next to Frodo, putting his hand on his shoulder.
Aragorn added; "If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will." He got up from his seat, and kneeled beside Frodo. "You have my sword."
Gandalf winked at Elrond, and Antonia stifled a giggle.
"And you have my bow." Legolas stood beside Frodo.
Gimli answered roughly. "And my axe." He stood beside Legolas.
Boromir Walked slowly towards Frodo. "You carry the fates of us all, little one."
Aragorn placed his hand on Frodo's shoulder.
Boromir continued. "If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
"Here!" Sam jumped out, and ran in-between Aragon and Frodo, forcing Aragon to let go. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."
Elrond smiled. "No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not."
Merry ran out, followed by Pippin. "Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."
Gandalf poked the bush, and Antonia came out sheepishly. "You too?"
"I can help." She answered, and Elrond looked at her strangely. "I see what will happen, before it does. I'd protect you as well as I could, if you nine will have me."
Bomior looked away, a smirk on his lips, but Legolas smiled, and held out his hand. She took it, and stood next to him. Gimli shook her hand, nodding his hello, and Aragon clapped her on the back, smiling.
Pippin smiled. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."
Merry looked over at him. "Well that rules you out, Pip."
Elrond smiled, looking satisfied. "Ten companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
Pippin grinned. "Great. Where are we going?"
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"I can't belive you!" Ana hit Antonia. "Or you!" She then attacked Figwit. "Why didn't you stop her? Or get me to go?"
"You are with-child. She is not." Figwit answered. "Relax. I will take you to Lorion, as a treat."
Ana smiled at that, and kissed Figwit. "I can see Haldir?"
"Yes."
"And you won't let him kill me?"
"No."
"Okay." Ana wrapped her arms around Figwit. "Legolas, if she gets killed..."
"She won't." Legolas answered, pulling Antonia to him, and kissing her forehead. "One scratch, and she returns here."
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Ok! I promace. Ana will...add her part. She insists! *Ana come's running in with a chainsaw, screaming...'Antonia gets all the good parts! Die, nasty Auther!' The auther runs off.*
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"Three days! But...it was a week." Antonia's eyes widened as Arwen shook her head.
"No, Antonia. It only took three days." Arwen answered, sitting beside Antonia, on the bed.
"But...Lord Elrond shut and opened the curtains and windows six times, and made me sleep six times." Antonia's eyes narrowed, as she realized.
"It is our way of making sure our care have enough rest, without them fussing. Usually, they are in too much pain to argue." Arwen smiled, and helped Antonia sit.
"Oww!"
"Oh. Sorry, I forgot to remind you, there will be some pain for a few days. After all, your miscarriage was far quicker than it would have been naturally."
"Elvish medicine?" Antonia stood up, with Arwen's help.
"Yes."
Arwen helped Antonia out of the blood encrusted nightgown, and much to Antonia's embarrassment, helped her wash.
"Father would not allow you to do much by yourself tonight Antonia." Arwen had said. "You have lost much blood, and you are weak."
Arwen dressed her in the richly embodied wine-red dress, that brought back color to Antonia's pale and weary face. Arwen gently tucked the hair back, in a pretty hairnet, made from ribbon and semi-precious jewels.
After dressing her, Arwen took Antonia to the ladies parlor, a cozy room with sofas, rugs, books, and a large window overlooking the quiet forest.
"There is a feast tonight." Arwen casually remarked, as she relaxed close to the fire.
Before Antonia could answer, a tall, beautiful she-elf walked in. She took one look at Antonia, who looked weary, and tired, her eyes with dark bags beneath, and turned away towards where Arwen sat.
She started to talk to Arwen, ignoring Antonia. Finally she turned to Antonia.
"Arwen, send your servant away. She is sitting in one of our seats."
"Be careful Jalinania." Arwen's voice went from light and indifferent, to dark and powerful. "This is Prince Legolas's betrothed, and servant to no-one."
"She looks like no princess." Jalinania scoffed. "Just a tired run down old maid."
"Her name is Lady Antonia, Jalinania. She is tired, as you would be after miscarrying twins half-orcs."
"Half-orcs..." Jalinania paused, but her smirk returned. "So, she goes for orcs as well. No surprise."
Arwen stood up, in a perfect controlled anger. "She, like my mother, asked no part in their foul torture. Leave this place. I will not have a victim be called a whore."
"Sorry Antonia." Arwen sat. "She plays friend, until she sees an opportunity to rise in power. She mistook you for a servant, then when she discovered that you had just miscarried twin half-orcs, after being betrothed to a Prince...I guess she hoped she could get you banished, and play loving friend to a sad elf. She did the same with my mother and my father."
Antonia sighed, then realized something. "Where's Ana?"
"Chasing hobbits, I guess."
Two hobbits hurriedly walked past, looking behind them nervously, holding a map labeled 'Mushroom Patch'. A moment later, Ana crawled by, on her belly, a evil grin on her face, dirt smudged all over her.
"See?"
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Ana ducked, as the two hobbits looked around. They shrugged, and kept following the 'Mushroom Patch' Map. Ana crawled, snake style through the long grass, behind the hobbits.
"Merry?"
"Yes Pip?"
"I'm getting a little scared." Pippin looked behind, but saw only Rivendel.
A rider made them jump, as he galloped past. He stopped in the courtyard, and Ana peered through the grass. Legolas! Suddenly, the hobbit hunt was forgotten, as she flew at him. The hobbits could wait.
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Legolas dismounted, and looked around, memories flooding in, and a smile breaking on his face. He could almost remember how Ana felt, when she attached herself to him, the way he couldn't breathe...what!
He looked down, and saw familiar arms, around his waist.
"Leggy!"
"Ana?" Legolas peeled her off, and turned to face her. She grinned, and hugged him again.
"Yep! Miss me?"
"No." Legolas gasped for air.
"No?" Ana stepped back, glaring.
"I missed Antonia."
"Oh!" Ana hugged him again. "That's so cute!"
"Right." Legolas shook her. She didn't move. He took a step foward, and groaned, as she stepped on his feet, and went with him. More steps, and she refused to budge, giggling. "Figwit! Help!"
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Antonia heard the voice, and froze. She grinned, and got up, and ran for outside.
"Antonia! Stop! Your still weak!" Arwen rushed after her.
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Legolas heard the yell from behind, and another body latched itself to him from behind. But this one fell to her knees, panting.
"Melamin?" Legolas pushed Ana off, and kneeled next to Antonia. He could sense the weakness in her.
"Hi." Antonia wrapped her arms around his neck, and he picked her up in his arms. "Miss me?"
Legolas laughed, the first laugh since he last saw her, and answered her with a kiss. "More than life itself." He muttered into her ear.
Arwen came rushing up. "Antonia! I told you! Quiet and peaceful today."
"Arwen." Legolas turned towards Arwen. "Where's my child?"
"Uhhh..." Arwen sighed. "You should probably come and speak to my father Prince Legolas." She smiled, and added, seeing his arms tighten around her. "I'm sure he will not mind if you bring Antonia."
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Legolas had curled up next to the fire in his room, Antonia now asleep in his lap. He brushed her hair, gently, out of her face, and traced her features.
"Hey!" She whispered, stirring. "That tickles!"
Legolas smiled, and kept going.
"Legolas!" She sat up, smiling.
Arwen knocked, and came in after Legolas called to her that it was safe.
"Sorry Legolas, but we must get this little one ready for the feast. And you need to change." She smiled, seeing the dirt off Ana had rubbed off on Legolas and Antonia.
Legolas shrugged. "Can I not change her?"
"No."
Legolas helped Antonia up. "You may borrow my lady. But, be sure to return her before the start of the feast."
"Of course, your highness." Arwen laughed, and took Antonia's hand. "But I doubt you will recognize her."
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Another bath, and a new gown. This one, warm blue. There was no real waistline this time, only a silver belt wrapped around Antonia's waist. The sleeves were long, and ended at her elbow, at a single jewel. Arwen helped her with the headpiece, a silver working of swirls that held her hair up, and framed her face, entwined with loose locks.
Ana had been dressed in exactly the same cut of dress, only in cool pink.
Legolas was waiting at his chamber, and stared at Antonia, as she unsteadily came towards him.
"Melamin." He breathed, running his hands over the smooth fabric, at the sides of her body. "If I was not expected, I would remain here, with you all night."
He led her into the hall.
Lord Elrond sat at the end of the main table, raised on a dais. Gandalf the Grey, and a handsome blonde elf sat next to him. In the center, Arwen sat. Antonia sat next to Legolas, and Ana next to Figwit.
After dinner, and long boring discussions, they were followed Lord Elrond and Lady Arwen into the Hall of fire, for music. Antonia saw a new hobbit, Frodo talking to an elderly hobbit, Bilbo. A shadow passed over him, as Frodo showed the ring, and a creepy thing was revealed. When the shadow lifted, only a shamed Bilbo, and Frodo were there. Antonia shivered, and Legolas wrapped his arm around her waist.
Bilbo started one of his songs.
Antonia fell asleep, drunk on wine, and listing to listing to elvish tunes.
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Legolas lay the girl on his bed, cursing himself for letting her drink so much. It could have been worse, had she been full strength, she probably would be table dancing...or something right now.
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Antonia stood, and shook her head. Legolas was stretched out, naked next to her, a sight she welcomed. And...Antonia grinned evilly. It seemed, he was ready for her...a little tent had erected itself in the light coverings... Antonia stripped her dress off. Legolas would be woken...her way.
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Later that moring, a cheerful Legolas walked around, grinning at anyone, and anything that moved. He felt good. Very good.
Antonia snuck out, and went looking for Sam and Pippin. She had guessed what was going on by now, and knew they'd show her where the concial was. They were found, sneaking around. She tapped Pippin on the sholder, who jumped. He turned, and relaxed when he saw it was her.
Pippin kissed her hand. "Sorry Milady...we thought it might have been..."
"Ana." Merry looked around as he spoke Ana's name. "Can we help you?"
"Take me with you to the concial." Antonia answered, and they grinned evily.
"Fine with us!"
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A.N: Ok, I'm gonna use the movie council bit thing, cause Elrond really does talk too much in the book.
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Antonia crouched in the bushes with the hobbits, as it started.
Elrond stood, and started his speach. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."
Frodo stood, shaking, and placed the ring on the round stone. The proud blonde man smiled, as it was reveled. It was obvious it was Bomior, his gauntlets had a symbal of Gondor.
"So it is true."
"The doom of man."
Boromir spoke, the years of his power giving him ease to speak in front of the powerful folk with him. "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor." He stood up, and paced. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
Aragorn inturruped him. "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Bormir looked down on him. "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
Legolas stood up, and defended his friend. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Boromir took a double take. "Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"
Legolas added, a little smugly. "And heir to the throne of Gondor."
Aragorn waved at Legolas, who stood proudly. "Havo dad, Legolas." //Sit down, Legolas//
Boromir answered. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." He slumped in the chair, a little shocked.
Gandalf spoke up from beside Frodo. "Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."
Elrond added. "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."
Gimli stood up. "What are we waiting for?!" He tried to smash the ring with his axe, but the axe shattered into pieces, throwing Gimli to the ground.
Elrond looked down at him. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the firey chasm from whence it came."
Strange whispering was heard, and Antonia shivered. 'Creepy' She thought, and turned her attentian back to the circle.
Elrond contuinued. "One of you must do this."
Boromir shook his head, not convinced. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."
Legolas answered imendantly. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed!"
Gimli stood. "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!"
Boromir ignored the elf and the dwarf, and continued on his 'merry' trail of thought. "And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"
Gimli ignored Bomior. "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"
All the Elves stood up, then the Dwarves, then everyone except Frodo, who sat stiffly, staring at the ring.
Gimli snapped. "Never trust an Elf!"
Gandalf tried to get over the loud argueing. "Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!"
Seconds later, Frodo stood. "I will take it! I will take it!"
The croud quietened, and stared at the little man.
Frodo went on, a little uncomftable, under the eyes of the powerful men. "I will take the ring to Mordor... Though - though I do not know the way."
Gandalf smiled at the little man, and stepped towards him. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear." He stood next to Frodo, putting his hand on his shoulder.
Aragorn added; "If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will." He got up from his seat, and kneeled beside Frodo. "You have my sword."
Gandalf winked at Elrond, and Antonia stifled a giggle.
"And you have my bow." Legolas stood beside Frodo.
Gimli answered roughly. "And my axe." He stood beside Legolas.
Boromir Walked slowly towards Frodo. "You carry the fates of us all, little one."
Aragorn placed his hand on Frodo's shoulder.
Boromir continued. "If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
"Here!" Sam jumped out, and ran in-between Aragon and Frodo, forcing Aragon to let go. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."
Elrond smiled. "No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not."
Merry ran out, followed by Pippin. "Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."
Gandalf poked the bush, and Antonia came out sheepishly. "You too?"
"I can help." She answered, and Elrond looked at her strangely. "I see what will happen, before it does. I'd protect you as well as I could, if you nine will have me."
Bomior looked away, a smirk on his lips, but Legolas smiled, and held out his hand. She took it, and stood next to him. Gimli shook her hand, nodding his hello, and Aragon clapped her on the back, smiling.
Pippin smiled. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."
Merry looked over at him. "Well that rules you out, Pip."
Elrond smiled, looking satisfied. "Ten companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."
Pippin grinned. "Great. Where are we going?"
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"I can't belive you!" Ana hit Antonia. "Or you!" She then attacked Figwit. "Why didn't you stop her? Or get me to go?"
"You are with-child. She is not." Figwit answered. "Relax. I will take you to Lorion, as a treat."
Ana smiled at that, and kissed Figwit. "I can see Haldir?"
"Yes."
"And you won't let him kill me?"
"No."
"Okay." Ana wrapped her arms around Figwit. "Legolas, if she gets killed..."
"She won't." Legolas answered, pulling Antonia to him, and kissing her forehead. "One scratch, and she returns here."
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Ok! I promace. Ana will...add her part. She insists! *Ana come's running in with a chainsaw, screaming...'Antonia gets all the good parts! Die, nasty Auther!' The auther runs off.*