'King Elessar, we meet again!' Aragorn heard from behind as he sat on
his throne in Minas Tirith. He looked behind his shoulder hoping to see an
old friend.
He smiled. It was an old friend. 'Gandalf!' he said in surprise, 'How long it has been since our last meeting!' Aragorn stood from his throne to confront Gandalf. 'What has brought you so far? On what occasion caused your visit?'
'Ah, well I have come to see a friend!' Gandalf said to him, yet with no smile. 'Yet this is not a visit of old memories and fine wine. I have something important to speak with you. There is no time for merriment and talk of past times, I am sorry, for this matter cannot wait.' Gandalf said as he sat down in a stone chair near Aragorn's throne. 'Evil is at work once again. Yet no Ring are they after.'
'They? Who are they? And why are you sharing this matter with such? And at such time?' Aragorn inquired confused.
'I am telling you because you are the one they are after. And now because we have no time.'
Aragorn said nothing for some time as he pondered about this new threat. 'How can evil be at work if evil was conquered?'
'Evil was not conquered; it was Sauron that was conquered. Yet who was Sauron's creator?' Gandalf asked Aragorn. 'Morgoth!' Aragorn whispered softly.
'Yea. Sauron was destroyed, yet though Morgoth is kept captured by the Valar, his evil is still growing from the past.' Aragorn sat on his throne, awaiting the news that he was about to be told. 'The nine were not fully destroyed. The Witch King was by Eowyn, yet the others were not. They diminished by the death of their master, yet they have not come to their end. Their rings have not been destroyed.'
Aragorn sighed at the news of this new peril. 'Yet no elf, dwarf, or mortal man, can destroy the Nazgúl! It would be in vain for us to fight against them. And what lady would be willing to fight these creatures?'
'I do not know, Aragorn. The Nazgúl are still hidden, and they have taken a new leader between them. And with this time, they have grown stronger.'
'But it has been but ten years since! That is not nearly enough to gain such power!'
'You are right, yet Morgoth has been prisoner for ages, and he has unleashed power that he has been building for thousands of years. He has faltered with the destruction of Sauron, and his anger has caused him to take this action. He now wants vengeance. And he is starting with you! Sauron has thirsted for your death, and he never achieved it. And so Morgoth has sent his power and will to the Nazgúl and has told them their plans. The Valar have found this, yet it was to late. Morgoth already sent his commands to the Eight.' Gandalf paused and sighed in grief, 'they are coming, Aragorn.'
Aragorn stood and walked to a large window overlooking the city. 'I must not stay here, it puts my City in danger, and Arwen.' He said sorrowfully. Gandalf agreed and walked over and looked out also. 'That is the best thing to do.'
Aragorn and Gandalf stood silently for a long while, looking at the city of Minas Tirith. Both pondering of what the next action should be. 'Gandalf,' Aragorn spoke, 'I feel that we must discuss this with others. Let us call council.' Gandalf looked at him and smiled. 'Let us call the Fellowship once again, my dear friend. . .once again. . .'
He smiled. It was an old friend. 'Gandalf!' he said in surprise, 'How long it has been since our last meeting!' Aragorn stood from his throne to confront Gandalf. 'What has brought you so far? On what occasion caused your visit?'
'Ah, well I have come to see a friend!' Gandalf said to him, yet with no smile. 'Yet this is not a visit of old memories and fine wine. I have something important to speak with you. There is no time for merriment and talk of past times, I am sorry, for this matter cannot wait.' Gandalf said as he sat down in a stone chair near Aragorn's throne. 'Evil is at work once again. Yet no Ring are they after.'
'They? Who are they? And why are you sharing this matter with such? And at such time?' Aragorn inquired confused.
'I am telling you because you are the one they are after. And now because we have no time.'
Aragorn said nothing for some time as he pondered about this new threat. 'How can evil be at work if evil was conquered?'
'Evil was not conquered; it was Sauron that was conquered. Yet who was Sauron's creator?' Gandalf asked Aragorn. 'Morgoth!' Aragorn whispered softly.
'Yea. Sauron was destroyed, yet though Morgoth is kept captured by the Valar, his evil is still growing from the past.' Aragorn sat on his throne, awaiting the news that he was about to be told. 'The nine were not fully destroyed. The Witch King was by Eowyn, yet the others were not. They diminished by the death of their master, yet they have not come to their end. Their rings have not been destroyed.'
Aragorn sighed at the news of this new peril. 'Yet no elf, dwarf, or mortal man, can destroy the Nazgúl! It would be in vain for us to fight against them. And what lady would be willing to fight these creatures?'
'I do not know, Aragorn. The Nazgúl are still hidden, and they have taken a new leader between them. And with this time, they have grown stronger.'
'But it has been but ten years since! That is not nearly enough to gain such power!'
'You are right, yet Morgoth has been prisoner for ages, and he has unleashed power that he has been building for thousands of years. He has faltered with the destruction of Sauron, and his anger has caused him to take this action. He now wants vengeance. And he is starting with you! Sauron has thirsted for your death, and he never achieved it. And so Morgoth has sent his power and will to the Nazgúl and has told them their plans. The Valar have found this, yet it was to late. Morgoth already sent his commands to the Eight.' Gandalf paused and sighed in grief, 'they are coming, Aragorn.'
Aragorn stood and walked to a large window overlooking the city. 'I must not stay here, it puts my City in danger, and Arwen.' He said sorrowfully. Gandalf agreed and walked over and looked out also. 'That is the best thing to do.'
Aragorn and Gandalf stood silently for a long while, looking at the city of Minas Tirith. Both pondering of what the next action should be. 'Gandalf,' Aragorn spoke, 'I feel that we must discuss this with others. Let us call council.' Gandalf looked at him and smiled. 'Let us call the Fellowship once again, my dear friend. . .once again. . .'