A/N Sorry about abandoning this fic. for so long, but I
suffered from a lack of inspiration. The good news is, I've had plenty of
brainstorming time. I promise that if ya'll people review, I'll get the
rest of the chapters up as fast as I can. I won't abandon my story anymore.
*hugs fanfiction*
Chapter 3
"It began with a vision of darkness." Galadriel explained. "When I departed from the Grey Havens, I Saw it. The One Ring still exists."
"But how?" cried Pippin, not caring that the she-elf was doubtlessly about to explain that anyway, without his asking.
"The fires of Mount Doom are the gateways between two worlds," Galadriel continued. "When the Ring was thrown in, it was transported to another world. This world, actually."
"Does that mean the Dark Lord is still alive?" asked Gimli, in his gruff voice. He had his ax out, and was gripping it so hard his knuckles were white.
"No, Gilmi son of Gloin. The Ring has left Middle Earth, so Sauron was destroyed."
"Then why don't we just leave it where it is? Haven't we suffered enough from the ring?" Stated Sam firmly. He knew he sure didn't want Frodo to have to bear it any more.
This time it was Frodo who answered. "No, Sam. Sauron was destroyed, but the Ring has lost none of its evil power. It can never truly be destroyed. It's already begun plaguing this world. We can't just stand by and watch."
" But what are we supposed to do with it?" asked Legolas.
"We aren't going to bring it back to Middle Earth, are we?" said Aragorn suspiciously. He was responsible for the welfare of all of Gondor. He wasn't about to allow the hard-earned peace slip away easily.
"No." said Gandalf. "The Ring will remain here."
"But I thought you said we couldn't leave it here. . ."
" We have a plan, you fool-of-a-Took! We aren't just going to leave it here. There is an ancient relic on this world, one of pure good. Hopefully, it will be powerful enough to counter-act the Ring, and allow it to stay here without affecting Earth."
"Oh." Was all Pippin could say.
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Sora awoke the next morning even more tired than she'd been when she went to sleep. A glance at the clock told her that it was four o'clock, two hours before even her Aunt Rosemary (who has a tendency to wake up at the un-Godly hour of 6 A.M.) would be up.
"Time to get rid of this thing." She mumbled to herself, as she noticed the ring on her dresser. She picked it up and examined it as she walked out of her bedroom, before suddenly whirling back around. She saw her precious Lord of the Rings books sitting on her crowded bookshelf. "Hmmm." Was all she said.
Sora trudged sluggishly into the kitchen, which was kept very neat and tidy at all times. (Aunt Rosemary hated a messy kitchen, and was always saying how it was the 'heart of the home', or something like that.) Sora stood on tiptoes as she grabbed the matchbox on top of the refrigerator. She struck a match and lit one of the lilac-scented candles that Aunt Rosemary insisted upon having. Pulling a pair of tongs from a drawer, she carefully held the ring in the small scented flame.
" 'One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. . .'" she quoted idly, not really paying any attention as fiery letters began to appear on the smooth gold ring. It was only a joke, after all. The One Ring didn't really exist. . .
She finally pulled the ring away and blew out the candle when the lilac began to overpower her senses with its almost sickeningly sweet smell. Only then did she notice the words.
"Wow. Let me guess. I'm on one of those hidden camera shows or something, right?" She said aloud. 'But don't you have to have a friend or family member sign you up to get pranked? Aunt Rose would never do that, and I don't have any friends who'd do it either.'
Suddenly, she heard a noise from behind her. Without turning, Sora asked, "Hey, up already, Aunt Rosemary? You should come look at this." No answer came. "Aunt Rose. . ." Sora turned around and screamed.
Aunt Rosemary Cloud stood in the doorway, but it wasn't because she had woken up early. She was slumped over, and the only thing keeping her from falling was the charred, black hand that was wrapped around her waist. Her wispy white hair, normally pulled back into a no- nonsense bun, was unkempt and tangled. And a thin trickle of blood leaked out from the corner of her mouth.
Then, the burned hand that had been supporting Rose snaked away. The elderly woman fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap. The dark figure that had stood behind her creped toward Sora. Closer it came, closer, until. . .
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"Oh." Was all that Pippin could say.
"What is the plan, Mr. Gandalf, sir?" asked Sam.
"We are going to have too split up. You, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli will go with Frodo to find the Ring. Like it or not, all of you are bound to its fate. Frodo should be able to sense the Ring when you get near it. The three of us will search for the other relic. When both groups find what they're looking for. . ."
"Three of you?" said Gimli, cutting Gandalf off. Alas, he only saw two members for the second group. (Not that he wasn't willing to remedy the situation by going with Galadriel; somebody has to insure the protection of the most beautiful being in Middle Earth, in his opinion.)
"Of course, three of us, you fool-of-a. . . son of Gloin!"
The Fellowship jumped as they heard a small snore coming from the other side of the tree they were resting under. They peaked over, and saw an old hobbit napping on the other side.
"Bilbo, old friend, wake up!" called Gandalf. "It's time for us to go."
With that, there was a flash of light, and Galadriel, Gandalf, and Bilbo were gone. The Fellowship members, still extremely confused, shrugged at each other.
"I guess we'd better get started." Said Frodo. And thus, the second quest for the Ring began.
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So, like it yet? If so, review. If not, review anyways. If you
think it was mediocre, review and tell me. PLEASE!!! Anyways,
this story is about to take a turn and become a LOTR/ King
Arthur crossover, a rather strange mix. Just warning ya'll.
Peace out.
Chapter 3
"It began with a vision of darkness." Galadriel explained. "When I departed from the Grey Havens, I Saw it. The One Ring still exists."
"But how?" cried Pippin, not caring that the she-elf was doubtlessly about to explain that anyway, without his asking.
"The fires of Mount Doom are the gateways between two worlds," Galadriel continued. "When the Ring was thrown in, it was transported to another world. This world, actually."
"Does that mean the Dark Lord is still alive?" asked Gimli, in his gruff voice. He had his ax out, and was gripping it so hard his knuckles were white.
"No, Gilmi son of Gloin. The Ring has left Middle Earth, so Sauron was destroyed."
"Then why don't we just leave it where it is? Haven't we suffered enough from the ring?" Stated Sam firmly. He knew he sure didn't want Frodo to have to bear it any more.
This time it was Frodo who answered. "No, Sam. Sauron was destroyed, but the Ring has lost none of its evil power. It can never truly be destroyed. It's already begun plaguing this world. We can't just stand by and watch."
" But what are we supposed to do with it?" asked Legolas.
"We aren't going to bring it back to Middle Earth, are we?" said Aragorn suspiciously. He was responsible for the welfare of all of Gondor. He wasn't about to allow the hard-earned peace slip away easily.
"No." said Gandalf. "The Ring will remain here."
"But I thought you said we couldn't leave it here. . ."
" We have a plan, you fool-of-a-Took! We aren't just going to leave it here. There is an ancient relic on this world, one of pure good. Hopefully, it will be powerful enough to counter-act the Ring, and allow it to stay here without affecting Earth."
"Oh." Was all Pippin could say.
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Sora awoke the next morning even more tired than she'd been when she went to sleep. A glance at the clock told her that it was four o'clock, two hours before even her Aunt Rosemary (who has a tendency to wake up at the un-Godly hour of 6 A.M.) would be up.
"Time to get rid of this thing." She mumbled to herself, as she noticed the ring on her dresser. She picked it up and examined it as she walked out of her bedroom, before suddenly whirling back around. She saw her precious Lord of the Rings books sitting on her crowded bookshelf. "Hmmm." Was all she said.
Sora trudged sluggishly into the kitchen, which was kept very neat and tidy at all times. (Aunt Rosemary hated a messy kitchen, and was always saying how it was the 'heart of the home', or something like that.) Sora stood on tiptoes as she grabbed the matchbox on top of the refrigerator. She struck a match and lit one of the lilac-scented candles that Aunt Rosemary insisted upon having. Pulling a pair of tongs from a drawer, she carefully held the ring in the small scented flame.
" 'One ring to rule them all, one ring to find them. . .'" she quoted idly, not really paying any attention as fiery letters began to appear on the smooth gold ring. It was only a joke, after all. The One Ring didn't really exist. . .
She finally pulled the ring away and blew out the candle when the lilac began to overpower her senses with its almost sickeningly sweet smell. Only then did she notice the words.
"Wow. Let me guess. I'm on one of those hidden camera shows or something, right?" She said aloud. 'But don't you have to have a friend or family member sign you up to get pranked? Aunt Rose would never do that, and I don't have any friends who'd do it either.'
Suddenly, she heard a noise from behind her. Without turning, Sora asked, "Hey, up already, Aunt Rosemary? You should come look at this." No answer came. "Aunt Rose. . ." Sora turned around and screamed.
Aunt Rosemary Cloud stood in the doorway, but it wasn't because she had woken up early. She was slumped over, and the only thing keeping her from falling was the charred, black hand that was wrapped around her waist. Her wispy white hair, normally pulled back into a no- nonsense bun, was unkempt and tangled. And a thin trickle of blood leaked out from the corner of her mouth.
Then, the burned hand that had been supporting Rose snaked away. The elderly woman fell to the ground in an ungraceful heap. The dark figure that had stood behind her creped toward Sora. Closer it came, closer, until. . .
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"Oh." Was all that Pippin could say.
"What is the plan, Mr. Gandalf, sir?" asked Sam.
"We are going to have too split up. You, Merry, Pippin, Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli will go with Frodo to find the Ring. Like it or not, all of you are bound to its fate. Frodo should be able to sense the Ring when you get near it. The three of us will search for the other relic. When both groups find what they're looking for. . ."
"Three of you?" said Gimli, cutting Gandalf off. Alas, he only saw two members for the second group. (Not that he wasn't willing to remedy the situation by going with Galadriel; somebody has to insure the protection of the most beautiful being in Middle Earth, in his opinion.)
"Of course, three of us, you fool-of-a. . . son of Gloin!"
The Fellowship jumped as they heard a small snore coming from the other side of the tree they were resting under. They peaked over, and saw an old hobbit napping on the other side.
"Bilbo, old friend, wake up!" called Gandalf. "It's time for us to go."
With that, there was a flash of light, and Galadriel, Gandalf, and Bilbo were gone. The Fellowship members, still extremely confused, shrugged at each other.
"I guess we'd better get started." Said Frodo. And thus, the second quest for the Ring began.
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So, like it yet? If so, review. If not, review anyways. If you
think it was mediocre, review and tell me. PLEASE!!! Anyways,
this story is about to take a turn and become a LOTR/ King
Arthur crossover, a rather strange mix. Just warning ya'll.
Peace out.