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Corruption
Chapter Seven - Many Meetings
Gandalf held the One Ring in his left hand and the hand of Frodo Baggins in his right, his pace steady increasing. Frodo and Sam had to run to match the long strides of Mithrandir as he pulled the Hobbits towards Rohan.
As he walked, and the Hobbits ran, Gandalf quickly explained why he had come and taken the Great Ring of Power from Frodo. Frodo, who had been slipping deeper and deeper into the clutches of the Ring, felt horribly bitter about the whole thing. Gandalf went to pains explaining his plan over and over, in great detail, much to the horror of Samwise and Frodo.
"But," Frodo said, stumbling for the third time. He stood up with a grumpy look on his face and brushed himself down. "You said only the Fires of Mordor could destroy the One Ring."
Gandalf grabbed Frodo's hand again, mumbling and barking at Sam to hurry up. Sam sighed irritably and glared at Gandalf. Even the mischievous Gollum, who had cleared off as soon as Gandalf arrived, was better company. At least he wasn't bossy. Both Hobbits were in denial with what was happening.
"Sam," Frodo said, turning back to his friend. "I swear I'm having the strangest dream. Gandalf has come back from the dead and is now planning of a way to destroy the One Ring."
Gandalf then stopped suddenly. He turned to Frodo and gave him a small smile. "Oh, don't be silly, Frodo. I didn't die."
Frodo raised an eyebrow and turned back to Sam. "He's even like the old Gandalf, every now and then."
Gandalf chuckled lightly, and then whistled out a long low note followed by one of a higher pitch. A magnificent white horse came running up over the hill.
Sam gasped and breathed: "That is the most wonde-" Gandalf rounded on him, the old Gandalf gone, and a snarling, raving lunatic in his place.
"For Valar's Sake!" He roared, his eyes glinting. "Its just a flaming Horse!"
Sam was shocked. He took a step back and gulped, several times. Gandalf had an odd expression on his face as he mounted Shadowfax. Frodo and Sam watched him ride towards a large hill with a golden hall at its top. Edoras.
**
Galadriel was in shock. Her already pale skin was now so white, it was unearthly. In his rare moments of humanity, Sauron felt a little concerned for how she faired, but could never bring himself to ask.
Galadriel couldn't hear anything, she couldn't see anything, but for the awful scene playing itself over and over again in her mind.
Sauron took this shock as an opportunity to take Galadriel to Rivendell to pay a visit to Arwen. She went without a fight.
**
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli learned of Celeborns death as they left Fangorn and found themselves not far from Edoras. They could see the Golden Hall winking out to them in the distance.
Legolas, stuck with sudden grief of the death of another Elf, could not go on. Aragorn sat with him as he grieved.
"Cry your tears now, Legolas." He said quietly, patting the Elf's shoulder. "For later on, we may have no time. Grief is better spent now, than later when you have time to dwell on it."
Legolas wept, silently. By mid-day, they were ready to move on.
**
Sauron watched Galadriel closely and they rode to Rivendell. This wasn't hard as she was in sitting in front of him on his horse, Arúk. She had to be kept safe; her powers vital in his final plan. He knew that if Galadriel would not come to him, willingly, she would have to be forced. She was unconscious, her head leaning heavily on his shoulder. He smiled a cruel smile at the thoughts of wrecking havoc on Rivendell.
'This,' He thought to himself, as Galadriel started to stir. 'Is going to be fun.'
**
The three hunters, now with Edoras clear in their view, stopped a moment to admire its picturesque beauty. Legolas looked to the steps of the Golden Hall and saw two tiny figures sitting on the stairs.
"I believe," Legolas said, narrowing his eyes to be certain, "That those two brown spots you see on the stairs of the Golden Hall, are our two little friends. And.." He said, walking a few steps closer to double- check. "I believe they are sharing a cake of Lembas."
Aragorn laughed and clapped Legolas' shoulder. "You Elves never cease to amaze me with your gift of extremely good sight. I can barely make out the stairs."
Legolas counted and grinned at Aragorn. "I could tell you how many steps there are."
Aragorn laughed again, worry lines smoothing out from his face.
Gimli frowned and squinted into the distance. "What stairs?"
**
The fight between the Ents and the cursed creatures of Isengard was in full flood, literally. Some Ents had managed to break the dam that held the river Isen, allowing it to roar down the slopes to Orthanc and wreck is devastation on Isengard.
The fires of Isengard were put out, and Saruman, who was confined to his tower, Orthanc, screamed curses at the Ents, shaking his fist in rage.
He had massed a great army, and army that served the purpose of destroying man kind, an army of ten thousand strong. Half of the army had fallen back to protect Isengard, but their efforts were wasted. They were no match for the Ents, who had the nasty habit of picking up an Orc or Uruk before he had the chance to stick his sword into anything and swing him around, using him to knock down other Uruks and Orcs.
Now, only half the army breeded to crush the people of Rohan marched, but not with ease. Some Ents had gone to chase the army, crushing more members, before falling back and letting them march. The army looked pitiful now, only about three thousand strong and they were seriously having doubts about Helm's Deep being a push over.
Gandalf had forced Saruman from King Theoden, and he now relied on his miserable servant, Grima Wormtongue, to keep him updated.
"They are preparing to leave for Helm's Deep, my Lord, though Gandalf has fled." Grima had said in his last report. Saruman now covered his face and dreaded reporting to his Lord, Sauron.
**
Frodo and Sam were exhausted from the long climb up to the Golden Hall. They were confused as to why Gandalf had left them here. They had seen him arrive, and leave a few moments ago, not, even for one moment, acknowledging that the two Hobbits were there.
They were considering entering the hall, when a young woman, face full of bitterness and sorrow, came bursting out of the Hall.
Sam looked up and immediately stood, though he needn't worry, she still didn't see him, her gaze focused way over his head, tears coursing down her pale, freckled cheeks.
Frodo climbed slowly to his feet and asked: "Lady, why do you weep?"
The woman turned and looked down at Frodo, smiling in puzzlement. "You are but a child," She said softly, her blond hair being tugged at by the wind. "You wouldn't understand."
Sam snorted quietly and beamed up at her. "Try us, we're not children, like you think. Actually, Frodo here is way into his fifties!"
The womans eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Yes? And of what folk, are you?"
"Hobbits," Sam said simply. "Halflings, Shire Folk."
The woman smiled weakly, her tears stopped. She sighed and seated herself next two the Hobbits. Frodo and Sam also sat down.
"My uncle recovers, but my cousin is dead." She said quietly.
A look of pity flickered upon both Hobbits' faces.
"I'm sorry." Sam said.
The woman smiled.
"I am Éowyn, niece to the King Theoden, daughter of Éomund. What be your names?"
Frodo extended his hand. "I am Frodo Baggins."
"And I," Sam said, also extending his hand. "Am Samwise Gamgee." Éowyn smiled warmly. "Welcome, Samwise, Frodo, to Edoras and the Golden Hall.
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Okies, there's another chapter. T he next one is quite sad, I reckon. I hope you enjoyed it, please review. Constructive Criticism wanted, please. Oh, and also, if you think this is turning into a Mary-Sue, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE help me from this path of evilness (Is that a word?).
: D
Corruption
Chapter Seven - Many Meetings
Gandalf held the One Ring in his left hand and the hand of Frodo Baggins in his right, his pace steady increasing. Frodo and Sam had to run to match the long strides of Mithrandir as he pulled the Hobbits towards Rohan.
As he walked, and the Hobbits ran, Gandalf quickly explained why he had come and taken the Great Ring of Power from Frodo. Frodo, who had been slipping deeper and deeper into the clutches of the Ring, felt horribly bitter about the whole thing. Gandalf went to pains explaining his plan over and over, in great detail, much to the horror of Samwise and Frodo.
"But," Frodo said, stumbling for the third time. He stood up with a grumpy look on his face and brushed himself down. "You said only the Fires of Mordor could destroy the One Ring."
Gandalf grabbed Frodo's hand again, mumbling and barking at Sam to hurry up. Sam sighed irritably and glared at Gandalf. Even the mischievous Gollum, who had cleared off as soon as Gandalf arrived, was better company. At least he wasn't bossy. Both Hobbits were in denial with what was happening.
"Sam," Frodo said, turning back to his friend. "I swear I'm having the strangest dream. Gandalf has come back from the dead and is now planning of a way to destroy the One Ring."
Gandalf then stopped suddenly. He turned to Frodo and gave him a small smile. "Oh, don't be silly, Frodo. I didn't die."
Frodo raised an eyebrow and turned back to Sam. "He's even like the old Gandalf, every now and then."
Gandalf chuckled lightly, and then whistled out a long low note followed by one of a higher pitch. A magnificent white horse came running up over the hill.
Sam gasped and breathed: "That is the most wonde-" Gandalf rounded on him, the old Gandalf gone, and a snarling, raving lunatic in his place.
"For Valar's Sake!" He roared, his eyes glinting. "Its just a flaming Horse!"
Sam was shocked. He took a step back and gulped, several times. Gandalf had an odd expression on his face as he mounted Shadowfax. Frodo and Sam watched him ride towards a large hill with a golden hall at its top. Edoras.
**
Galadriel was in shock. Her already pale skin was now so white, it was unearthly. In his rare moments of humanity, Sauron felt a little concerned for how she faired, but could never bring himself to ask.
Galadriel couldn't hear anything, she couldn't see anything, but for the awful scene playing itself over and over again in her mind.
Sauron took this shock as an opportunity to take Galadriel to Rivendell to pay a visit to Arwen. She went without a fight.
**
Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli learned of Celeborns death as they left Fangorn and found themselves not far from Edoras. They could see the Golden Hall winking out to them in the distance.
Legolas, stuck with sudden grief of the death of another Elf, could not go on. Aragorn sat with him as he grieved.
"Cry your tears now, Legolas." He said quietly, patting the Elf's shoulder. "For later on, we may have no time. Grief is better spent now, than later when you have time to dwell on it."
Legolas wept, silently. By mid-day, they were ready to move on.
**
Sauron watched Galadriel closely and they rode to Rivendell. This wasn't hard as she was in sitting in front of him on his horse, Arúk. She had to be kept safe; her powers vital in his final plan. He knew that if Galadriel would not come to him, willingly, she would have to be forced. She was unconscious, her head leaning heavily on his shoulder. He smiled a cruel smile at the thoughts of wrecking havoc on Rivendell.
'This,' He thought to himself, as Galadriel started to stir. 'Is going to be fun.'
**
The three hunters, now with Edoras clear in their view, stopped a moment to admire its picturesque beauty. Legolas looked to the steps of the Golden Hall and saw two tiny figures sitting on the stairs.
"I believe," Legolas said, narrowing his eyes to be certain, "That those two brown spots you see on the stairs of the Golden Hall, are our two little friends. And.." He said, walking a few steps closer to double- check. "I believe they are sharing a cake of Lembas."
Aragorn laughed and clapped Legolas' shoulder. "You Elves never cease to amaze me with your gift of extremely good sight. I can barely make out the stairs."
Legolas counted and grinned at Aragorn. "I could tell you how many steps there are."
Aragorn laughed again, worry lines smoothing out from his face.
Gimli frowned and squinted into the distance. "What stairs?"
**
The fight between the Ents and the cursed creatures of Isengard was in full flood, literally. Some Ents had managed to break the dam that held the river Isen, allowing it to roar down the slopes to Orthanc and wreck is devastation on Isengard.
The fires of Isengard were put out, and Saruman, who was confined to his tower, Orthanc, screamed curses at the Ents, shaking his fist in rage.
He had massed a great army, and army that served the purpose of destroying man kind, an army of ten thousand strong. Half of the army had fallen back to protect Isengard, but their efforts were wasted. They were no match for the Ents, who had the nasty habit of picking up an Orc or Uruk before he had the chance to stick his sword into anything and swing him around, using him to knock down other Uruks and Orcs.
Now, only half the army breeded to crush the people of Rohan marched, but not with ease. Some Ents had gone to chase the army, crushing more members, before falling back and letting them march. The army looked pitiful now, only about three thousand strong and they were seriously having doubts about Helm's Deep being a push over.
Gandalf had forced Saruman from King Theoden, and he now relied on his miserable servant, Grima Wormtongue, to keep him updated.
"They are preparing to leave for Helm's Deep, my Lord, though Gandalf has fled." Grima had said in his last report. Saruman now covered his face and dreaded reporting to his Lord, Sauron.
**
Frodo and Sam were exhausted from the long climb up to the Golden Hall. They were confused as to why Gandalf had left them here. They had seen him arrive, and leave a few moments ago, not, even for one moment, acknowledging that the two Hobbits were there.
They were considering entering the hall, when a young woman, face full of bitterness and sorrow, came bursting out of the Hall.
Sam looked up and immediately stood, though he needn't worry, she still didn't see him, her gaze focused way over his head, tears coursing down her pale, freckled cheeks.
Frodo climbed slowly to his feet and asked: "Lady, why do you weep?"
The woman turned and looked down at Frodo, smiling in puzzlement. "You are but a child," She said softly, her blond hair being tugged at by the wind. "You wouldn't understand."
Sam snorted quietly and beamed up at her. "Try us, we're not children, like you think. Actually, Frodo here is way into his fifties!"
The womans eyebrows shot up in surprise.
"Yes? And of what folk, are you?"
"Hobbits," Sam said simply. "Halflings, Shire Folk."
The woman smiled weakly, her tears stopped. She sighed and seated herself next two the Hobbits. Frodo and Sam also sat down.
"My uncle recovers, but my cousin is dead." She said quietly.
A look of pity flickered upon both Hobbits' faces.
"I'm sorry." Sam said.
The woman smiled.
"I am Éowyn, niece to the King Theoden, daughter of Éomund. What be your names?"
Frodo extended his hand. "I am Frodo Baggins."
"And I," Sam said, also extending his hand. "Am Samwise Gamgee." Éowyn smiled warmly. "Welcome, Samwise, Frodo, to Edoras and the Golden Hall.
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Okies, there's another chapter. T he next one is quite sad, I reckon. I hope you enjoyed it, please review. Constructive Criticism wanted, please. Oh, and also, if you think this is turning into a Mary-Sue, PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE help me from this path of evilness (Is that a word?).
: D