Author: Arinya
Rating:R
Summary: Sam is forced to retell all the things that happened after the Fellowship had succeeded in destroying the Ring. All the members of the Fellowship have their own problems. Darkness returns, and Love struggles to conquer all. But as the problems mount up to a peak, can they survive? And can Sam bear telling his audience the true story?
Chapter Thirty One: Plans
Galadriel rolled out a large, and intricate map of Middle Earth over a table. The map itself was a pearly white, untouched by time, it had not yellowed. One of her kin long ago had made this map. The world had changed, but the map changed as well. For its inks were made from things given by Middle-Earth. The browns of the mountains still dark and rich. The blue of the oceans and rivers seemed to move and not seem just one color. The green of various fields still vibrant. The black used to name the various places on the map was still deep and dark. The eloquent quenya that had been scripted on there never failed to capture her. She loved this map. Taking one finger, she set it on Lothlorien, her blue eyes searching the map. Her finger moved from Lothlorien to Mirkwood, to Emyn Muil. In four days, she could begin her conquest for Middle-Earth. A special day indeed. She straightened, leaving the map on the table, she looked out her balcony.
"Rumil!"
The elf below knelt on one knee and bowed his head.
"Yes my Queen?" came the answer.
"What is the Uruk-hai count?"
"At fifteen thousand My Queen"
"Fifteen thousand..." she whispered to herself.
Production was fast, but not fast enough. She wanted more soldiers so that when the time came, she could rid herself of the troublesome bore named Thranduil.
"How many loyal elves Rumil?"
"Two hundred My Queen! They await your orders"
"Be at ease Rumil. You have gone well so far. I have no duties for you and the elves, but to maintain the Uruk-hai. Our goal was at least ten thousand"
"Yes My Queen" said Rumil, now able to look at Galadriel.
"Go"
He stood and walked away, feeling extremely angry. He could not understand at first how it came to be. How the Great Galadriel had turned into something so malicious and dark. Like a shaded sapling, she had gone bad, shriveled into something twisted and black. He hated serving her, even pretending to be her faithful servant was horrible. If the chance came, he would surely bring a knife to her neck and the job would be done in short time. But he knew there was no opening for such a move. He had heard rumors, she was holding two elves captive. He did not know their identities, only that they were male, and well-known.