Disclaimer: As I'm sure everyone realizes, I do not own any of the Lord of
the Ring characters or locations nor do I own rights to the either the
novel or the movie, etc.
Note 1: I do realize that in the books Gandalf was gone for more than a few days, but in following the movie and in attempting to keep the character from spending an extremely long time in this adventure I have shorten it. If it bothers you, feel free to rant about it in a review :)
Note 2: Sorry it's been so long since I've written anything more. Not like it's much of an excuse, but going to school definitely drains away most of my time. And well, I guess I've been lazy too.
Any way. onto part 2:
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As I sat letting my heart slow, I watched Gandalf in his trance-like state. He must have seen the same thing I saw; and from the look of it, he knew something about it. I watched him, trying to get some clue as to what was going on but, before I could figure anything out another small man, or boy rather came running into the house.
He was calling for Bilbo, so I assumed him to be the one named Frodo I heard mentioned. He bent down and picked up the ring, obviously not suffering the same vision that befell Gandalf and myself. Lucky him.
I saw his face fall ever so slightly, and his eyes seemed to focus into the distance. He stood there for a few moments before saying anything, and when he did I felt my heart drop. "He's gone hasn't he? He talked for so long about leaving, I didn't think he'd really do it." He sounded so sad. I wanted to reach out and comfort him as a friend... but I knew that wasn't possible. He walked into the other room and the signs of concern were added to his face as Gandalf continued to mumble to himself.
In an instance, Gandalf turned to face the forlorn boy, and told him of Bilbo's trip to go live with the Elves. Wow... Elves, I want to see Elves. If I'm going to be living in some weird place, at least I can see some of the things I've always dreamed of... I thought with wonder. Then again, no one can see me, hear me, and as far as I can tell I can't interact with anything in this world... great, just great. Oh no, what happens when I get hungry? Ummm... let's not think about that right now...
While I drifted into thoughts of my own problems I vaguely heard Gandalf and Frodo talking about Bilbo and Bag End. I gave them my attention again just in time to see Gandalf leaving, saying something about matters he had to attend to. It has to have something to do with that ring. I know it.but what is he hiding. Obviously the ring had had a profound impact on him, and as he told Frodo to keep it secret and keep it safe I knew that the ring was much more important than he let on to Frodo. Then he disappeared into the darkness, leaving Frodo and I to ponder his words.
After staring at the envelope containing the ring for some time, Frodo retired for the night. Knowing when to take a good suggestion when presented with one seemed a good idea, so I found a small room to crash in for the night. Though getting to sleep seemed harder than it sounded. The vision I had seen when I reached for the ring haunted me, at some point during the night I drifted off because the next thing I knew I heard pots and pans banging in the kitchen.
Stretching, I made my way through the little dwelling, the smells of fresh baked bread drifted to my nose. Just as I thought that the bread smelled delicious, I realized I wasn't the least bit hungry, "well, thank goodness for small mercies, if I can walk through people I most certainly won't be able to ingest food."
So, rather than eat, I decided to sit across the table from Frodo and enjoy the smells. Unfortunately, as I lowered myself to the chair, I realized too late that I actually passing through the chair. I landed with a jolt for the second time in two days.
"Great, just great. Looks like I better get used to the floor," I muttered to myself. "I wish my physics teacher was here, I would love to hear an explanation of why I can walk through people and objects, but not go through the floor. Does anyone else see a problem in logic with this? Well, I guess not since I'm the only one here. ugh, I've got to stop talking to myself."
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The next few days passed in much the same way, I followed Frodo around as he complete his daily routine, took walks around the village (which I discovered went by the name of hobbiton), and learned what I could about this world and its people.
It was on a warm evening that Frodo and his friends went to the local pub, having nothing better to do with my time I followed them. Interesting friends to say the least. Sam obviously had a crush on the waitress, Rosy, but was too shy to either say or do anything. I would have prodded him but the whole walk through people thing got in the way. C'est la vie.
It was dark by the time we left, the moonlight lit our way back to Bag End. Sam walk with us, well I suppose with Frodo since neither had any idea I existed, parting ways once we reached the gate. Frodo entered first and paused, looking over towards the den I could see why. The place was in a state of disarray. I turned to look at Frodo and my heart skipped a beat. A hand was reaching out towards him and grabbed his shoulder. He spun around, but in that instant we both felt relieved as the light revealed Gandalf.
"Is it secret, is it safe?" he implored, the haggard look on his face spoke of the urgency he dare not say. Immediately Frodo turned and dug through his belongings, producing the ring still sealed in the envelope. Without a word Gandalf grabbed it and threw it into the fire.
"What are you doing?"
Remaining silent, Gandalf watched as the envelope was consumed in the flames, revealing the golden ring. Using a pair of tongs he took the ring from the fire and told Frodo to hold out his hand. From Frodo's face of incredulity he obviously thought Gandalf had lost it, and I couldn't blame him. But hold out his hand he did, as Gandalf insisted that it wasn't hot. He dropped the ring into Frodo's hand and turned to ask Frodo if he saw anything. I moved in closer to get a better look, nothing appeared. Gandalf turned in relief, but that relief was short lived. Some form of writing started to glow around it. I could tell immediately from Gandalf's stance that he had fervently hope nothing would appear.
As Gandalf explained these markings, I felt a chill consume my body. Mordor. The word itself felt evil. He continued his tale, talking of its history and its sixty dormant years, how it had passed from a creature called Golem to Bilbo, and finally that the servants of Sauron knew of its location and were coming for it.
Note 1: I do realize that in the books Gandalf was gone for more than a few days, but in following the movie and in attempting to keep the character from spending an extremely long time in this adventure I have shorten it. If it bothers you, feel free to rant about it in a review :)
Note 2: Sorry it's been so long since I've written anything more. Not like it's much of an excuse, but going to school definitely drains away most of my time. And well, I guess I've been lazy too.
Any way. onto part 2:
§ § § § §
As I sat letting my heart slow, I watched Gandalf in his trance-like state. He must have seen the same thing I saw; and from the look of it, he knew something about it. I watched him, trying to get some clue as to what was going on but, before I could figure anything out another small man, or boy rather came running into the house.
He was calling for Bilbo, so I assumed him to be the one named Frodo I heard mentioned. He bent down and picked up the ring, obviously not suffering the same vision that befell Gandalf and myself. Lucky him.
I saw his face fall ever so slightly, and his eyes seemed to focus into the distance. He stood there for a few moments before saying anything, and when he did I felt my heart drop. "He's gone hasn't he? He talked for so long about leaving, I didn't think he'd really do it." He sounded so sad. I wanted to reach out and comfort him as a friend... but I knew that wasn't possible. He walked into the other room and the signs of concern were added to his face as Gandalf continued to mumble to himself.
In an instance, Gandalf turned to face the forlorn boy, and told him of Bilbo's trip to go live with the Elves. Wow... Elves, I want to see Elves. If I'm going to be living in some weird place, at least I can see some of the things I've always dreamed of... I thought with wonder. Then again, no one can see me, hear me, and as far as I can tell I can't interact with anything in this world... great, just great. Oh no, what happens when I get hungry? Ummm... let's not think about that right now...
While I drifted into thoughts of my own problems I vaguely heard Gandalf and Frodo talking about Bilbo and Bag End. I gave them my attention again just in time to see Gandalf leaving, saying something about matters he had to attend to. It has to have something to do with that ring. I know it.but what is he hiding. Obviously the ring had had a profound impact on him, and as he told Frodo to keep it secret and keep it safe I knew that the ring was much more important than he let on to Frodo. Then he disappeared into the darkness, leaving Frodo and I to ponder his words.
After staring at the envelope containing the ring for some time, Frodo retired for the night. Knowing when to take a good suggestion when presented with one seemed a good idea, so I found a small room to crash in for the night. Though getting to sleep seemed harder than it sounded. The vision I had seen when I reached for the ring haunted me, at some point during the night I drifted off because the next thing I knew I heard pots and pans banging in the kitchen.
Stretching, I made my way through the little dwelling, the smells of fresh baked bread drifted to my nose. Just as I thought that the bread smelled delicious, I realized I wasn't the least bit hungry, "well, thank goodness for small mercies, if I can walk through people I most certainly won't be able to ingest food."
So, rather than eat, I decided to sit across the table from Frodo and enjoy the smells. Unfortunately, as I lowered myself to the chair, I realized too late that I actually passing through the chair. I landed with a jolt for the second time in two days.
"Great, just great. Looks like I better get used to the floor," I muttered to myself. "I wish my physics teacher was here, I would love to hear an explanation of why I can walk through people and objects, but not go through the floor. Does anyone else see a problem in logic with this? Well, I guess not since I'm the only one here. ugh, I've got to stop talking to myself."
§ § § § §
The next few days passed in much the same way, I followed Frodo around as he complete his daily routine, took walks around the village (which I discovered went by the name of hobbiton), and learned what I could about this world and its people.
It was on a warm evening that Frodo and his friends went to the local pub, having nothing better to do with my time I followed them. Interesting friends to say the least. Sam obviously had a crush on the waitress, Rosy, but was too shy to either say or do anything. I would have prodded him but the whole walk through people thing got in the way. C'est la vie.
It was dark by the time we left, the moonlight lit our way back to Bag End. Sam walk with us, well I suppose with Frodo since neither had any idea I existed, parting ways once we reached the gate. Frodo entered first and paused, looking over towards the den I could see why. The place was in a state of disarray. I turned to look at Frodo and my heart skipped a beat. A hand was reaching out towards him and grabbed his shoulder. He spun around, but in that instant we both felt relieved as the light revealed Gandalf.
"Is it secret, is it safe?" he implored, the haggard look on his face spoke of the urgency he dare not say. Immediately Frodo turned and dug through his belongings, producing the ring still sealed in the envelope. Without a word Gandalf grabbed it and threw it into the fire.
"What are you doing?"
Remaining silent, Gandalf watched as the envelope was consumed in the flames, revealing the golden ring. Using a pair of tongs he took the ring from the fire and told Frodo to hold out his hand. From Frodo's face of incredulity he obviously thought Gandalf had lost it, and I couldn't blame him. But hold out his hand he did, as Gandalf insisted that it wasn't hot. He dropped the ring into Frodo's hand and turned to ask Frodo if he saw anything. I moved in closer to get a better look, nothing appeared. Gandalf turned in relief, but that relief was short lived. Some form of writing started to glow around it. I could tell immediately from Gandalf's stance that he had fervently hope nothing would appear.
As Gandalf explained these markings, I felt a chill consume my body. Mordor. The word itself felt evil. He continued his tale, talking of its history and its sixty dormant years, how it had passed from a creature called Golem to Bilbo, and finally that the servants of Sauron knew of its location and were coming for it.