So, finally, here it is:
The Council of Elrond: Part 2
Disclaimer: Said already lah
A/N: It's advisable you read part 1 again first.
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Now Frodo recounted his own story. Every single step of his journey from Hobbiton to Bruinen was questioned, and, to Silei and Diana, analysed just like one of those annoyingly morbid lit. pieces they had to do.
Finally he sat back down.
"Not bad," said Bilbo. "It would've made quite a good story. I tried to make a few notes, but we shall have to go over it again sometime. There are whole chapters of the stuff made up before you got here!"
Sniggering, Shuwen jabbed her thumb at page after page of Diana and Pris's journal (or more accurately, flimsy folder of parchments that were more often covered in drawings rather than notes). The pages were filled with line after line of Diana's signature note-taking illegible scribbles (and several ink blots and doodles of what looked like "the EYE of Sauron" done LITERALLY).
"Yes, it made quite a long tale. But the story still does not seem complete to me. I still want to know a great deal, especially about Gandalf."
It was finally Galdor's turn to speak up.
"You speak for me also! The Wise may have good reason to believe that the halfling's trove is indeed the great ring of long debate, unlikely though that may seem to those that know less."
"Like you." Sara said bluntly, not bothering to keep the volume down.
"But may we not hear the proofs? And I would ask this also. What of Saruman? He is learned in the lore of the Rings, yet he is not among us. What is his counsel - if he knows the things that we have heard?"
"The questions you ask, Galdor, are bound together." Elrond replied. "I had not overlooked them, and they shall be answered. But these things it is the part of Gandalf to make clear; and I call upon him last, for it is the place of honour, and in all this matter he has been the chief."
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[ Insert all that long-winded speech here. ]
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"So now that everyone here has a better idea of the situation, we return once more to the destroying of the Ring. We have only two options. Either to destroy the Ring forever, or to send it over the Sea."
"Well what are you waiting for?" Gimli grunted, heaving himself off the seat and raising his axe.
BOOM.
Gimli flew backwards as the axe shattered. In a stage whisper, Sara could (again) be heard.
"See, listening properly can save you all that money for the chiropractor's bills."
Elrond sighed for the umpteenth time that day and rolled his eyes.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Gloin, by any craft that we here posess. It was made in the fires of Mount Doom, only there can it be unmade."
Erestor then suggested the Ring be taken to Bombadil.
"Oh no. Not to that spastic..... *idiot*!" Shuwen groaned. "He'd probably lose it or *toy* with it, or worse!"
"Precisely. I mean, going about all day singing nonsense and prancing about like he's got ants in his pants. Can't he act his age?"
Amazingly Gandalf agreed with them.
"He would not take the Ring. He might, it all the Free Peoples of the world begged him to, but he would not understand the need. And if he were given the Ring, he would soon forget it, or most likely throw it away. Such things have no hold on his mind; they have no power over him. He would be a most unsafe guardian."
"But in any case, " sighed Glorfindel. "To send the Ring to him would only postpone the day of evil. He is far away. We could not take it back to him, unguessed, unmarked by any spy. And even if we could, soon or late the Lord of the Rings would learn of it's hiding place and would bend all his power towards it. Could that power be defied by Bombadil alone?"
"That, " Silei remarked idly, "Is a rhectoral question."
"I know little or Iarwain save the name," said Galdor. "But Glorfindel, I think, is right. Power to defy our enemy is not in him, unless such power is in the earth itself."
"Ah stuff it!" Polinn grumbled. "Let's just summarise this. The Ring can't stay. It's got to go. Any volunteers?"
"But can't it go to Valinor?"
"Those who dwell beyond the Sea would not receive it: for good or evil it belongs to Middle Earth; it is for us that still dwell here to deal with it."
Bloodthirsty Boromir was still confused.
"I do not understand all this! Saruman is a traitor, but did he not have a glimpse of wisdom? Why do you speak ever of hiding and destroying? Why should we not think that the great Ring has come into our hands to serve us in the very hour of need? Wielding it the Free lords of the Free may surely defeat the enemy! That is what he most fears, I deem.'
'The men of Gondor are valiant, and they will never submit; but they may be beaten down. Valour needs first strength, and then a weapon. Let the Ring be your weapon, if it has such power as you say! Take it and go forth to victory!"
Legolas shook his head pityingly.
"Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"
Oops. Big mistake. Up jumped Gimli.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!"
"And if it fails, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!"
It wasn't long before everyone else started leaping up to take sides. The girls decoded to sit and watch the show, waiting for Frodo to end the argument with his *famous last words*. They waited......
.......and waited........
And you people can wait cos I gotta run. Hey! It's a school night!
The Council of Elrond: Part 2
Disclaimer: Said already lah
A/N: It's advisable you read part 1 again first.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Now Frodo recounted his own story. Every single step of his journey from Hobbiton to Bruinen was questioned, and, to Silei and Diana, analysed just like one of those annoyingly morbid lit. pieces they had to do.
Finally he sat back down.
"Not bad," said Bilbo. "It would've made quite a good story. I tried to make a few notes, but we shall have to go over it again sometime. There are whole chapters of the stuff made up before you got here!"
Sniggering, Shuwen jabbed her thumb at page after page of Diana and Pris's journal (or more accurately, flimsy folder of parchments that were more often covered in drawings rather than notes). The pages were filled with line after line of Diana's signature note-taking illegible scribbles (and several ink blots and doodles of what looked like "the EYE of Sauron" done LITERALLY).
"Yes, it made quite a long tale. But the story still does not seem complete to me. I still want to know a great deal, especially about Gandalf."
It was finally Galdor's turn to speak up.
"You speak for me also! The Wise may have good reason to believe that the halfling's trove is indeed the great ring of long debate, unlikely though that may seem to those that know less."
"Like you." Sara said bluntly, not bothering to keep the volume down.
"But may we not hear the proofs? And I would ask this also. What of Saruman? He is learned in the lore of the Rings, yet he is not among us. What is his counsel - if he knows the things that we have heard?"
"The questions you ask, Galdor, are bound together." Elrond replied. "I had not overlooked them, and they shall be answered. But these things it is the part of Gandalf to make clear; and I call upon him last, for it is the place of honour, and in all this matter he has been the chief."
~*~
[ Insert all that long-winded speech here. ]
~*~
"So now that everyone here has a better idea of the situation, we return once more to the destroying of the Ring. We have only two options. Either to destroy the Ring forever, or to send it over the Sea."
"Well what are you waiting for?" Gimli grunted, heaving himself off the seat and raising his axe.
BOOM.
Gimli flew backwards as the axe shattered. In a stage whisper, Sara could (again) be heard.
"See, listening properly can save you all that money for the chiropractor's bills."
Elrond sighed for the umpteenth time that day and rolled his eyes.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Gloin, by any craft that we here posess. It was made in the fires of Mount Doom, only there can it be unmade."
Erestor then suggested the Ring be taken to Bombadil.
"Oh no. Not to that spastic..... *idiot*!" Shuwen groaned. "He'd probably lose it or *toy* with it, or worse!"
"Precisely. I mean, going about all day singing nonsense and prancing about like he's got ants in his pants. Can't he act his age?"
Amazingly Gandalf agreed with them.
"He would not take the Ring. He might, it all the Free Peoples of the world begged him to, but he would not understand the need. And if he were given the Ring, he would soon forget it, or most likely throw it away. Such things have no hold on his mind; they have no power over him. He would be a most unsafe guardian."
"But in any case, " sighed Glorfindel. "To send the Ring to him would only postpone the day of evil. He is far away. We could not take it back to him, unguessed, unmarked by any spy. And even if we could, soon or late the Lord of the Rings would learn of it's hiding place and would bend all his power towards it. Could that power be defied by Bombadil alone?"
"That, " Silei remarked idly, "Is a rhectoral question."
"I know little or Iarwain save the name," said Galdor. "But Glorfindel, I think, is right. Power to defy our enemy is not in him, unless such power is in the earth itself."
"Ah stuff it!" Polinn grumbled. "Let's just summarise this. The Ring can't stay. It's got to go. Any volunteers?"
"But can't it go to Valinor?"
"Those who dwell beyond the Sea would not receive it: for good or evil it belongs to Middle Earth; it is for us that still dwell here to deal with it."
Bloodthirsty Boromir was still confused.
"I do not understand all this! Saruman is a traitor, but did he not have a glimpse of wisdom? Why do you speak ever of hiding and destroying? Why should we not think that the great Ring has come into our hands to serve us in the very hour of need? Wielding it the Free lords of the Free may surely defeat the enemy! That is what he most fears, I deem.'
'The men of Gondor are valiant, and they will never submit; but they may be beaten down. Valour needs first strength, and then a weapon. Let the Ring be your weapon, if it has such power as you say! Take it and go forth to victory!"
Legolas shook his head pityingly.
"Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"
Oops. Big mistake. Up jumped Gimli.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!"
"And if it fails, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!"
It wasn't long before everyone else started leaping up to take sides. The girls decoded to sit and watch the show, waiting for Frodo to end the argument with his *famous last words*. They waited......
.......and waited........
And you people can wait cos I gotta run. Hey! It's a school night!