Hey everybody! Sorry I haven't posted in so long, I've been very, very
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chapter number four!
AJ stared dumbly at her sister, not quite believing what she had just said. Brit's smile wavered a little when her sister said nothing, and then fell altogether. Cautiously, she touched her sister on her shoulder.
"Um, AJ? Are you there? Did you hear? We've been invited to the Council tomorrow. Cool, right?"
This snapped AJ out of her trance.
"Like Hell we're going! No, no, no, no, no, not no, but Hell no! Bad idea, very bad idea!" She was shaking her head vehemently. Brit was staring at her in shock.
"But why?"
"First off, if we really are in this loony bin everyone seems to think is Middle Earth, do you know how much us going to the Council would change the course of history! Quite a bit! We know too much! And second off, there is no way we are here in the first place! We are merely dreaming! We aren't going!"
Brit shook her head, "I'm sure this place is real enough. We can't both be having the same dream."
Growling low in her throat, AJ grabbed her sister's hand and dragged her into a corner, "Then I'm dreaming and your just being the annoying sister who I wish would make more sense and think with her head! Middle Earth is not real! It is a book written by a man name J.R. Tolkien! It ain't real!"
"Ain't isn't a word."
Screaming into her hands, AJ began to pace back and forth in front of her beloved sister, who was watching her comically. Nothing was making sense. Middle Earth just was not real, was it.?
"Ha, if you're so smart, then how come we understand Elvish! Hm? I don't remember taking a course on the language," AJ said triumphantly.
Brit sighed patiently, as if she was regarding a two year old girl, "AJ, you just have to go with the flow. You aren't supposed to ask these questions."
AJ stopped pacing and stared incredulously at her, "You did not just say that! Oh God, I need a gun. Somebody shoot me now! I'm hallucinating! They're gonna put me into an asylum!"
Placing her hands on AJ's shoulders, Brit led her over to the table she had been sitting at with Legolas, Aragorn, and presumably Arwen. AJ went without a fuss, still muttering about what type of medicine's they were going to give her and how she would have to tape down her belongings so none of the other crazy people stole them. Gandalf motioned for Legolas and the others to leave, giving the sisters some alone time.
"AJ, I don't understand why you can't just believe that by some miracle, you and I landed up in Middle Earth? I thought you would be happy."
Groaning, AJ laid her head on the table, "But, Brit, don't you understand? We're supposedly someplace that is make-believe! It isn't real! How can I believe that we are actually something that is merely on paper?"
"I don't know, AJ," Brit said, "but you're going to have to somehow. I did."
Looking up at her, AJ said softly, "Well, at least there are some hot asses running around here."
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It was nearing time for the Council to commence, and AJ was doing her best to hide. She refused to go to the Council, even if she did accept that they might be in Middle Earth. She didn't want to change the course of its history by being present.
She was sitting in the garden when she heard the footsteps. It was probably only Brit or Gandalf again, trying to convince her to go to the Council. Didn't they understand the reasons why she wouldn't go? That everything could change?
However, AJ was not expecting who sat down beside her. Lord Aragorn.
AJ was startled for a moment when he just quietly sat down, but then sighed.
"Hello, future King. Are you here to try to convince me to go to the Council as well?" She said softly, not looking at him, though she felt him start when she said his future title.
"I forget that you are not from here. Though it is curious as to how you know who I am," he said in that coarse, utterly devastating voice of his that many a woman swooned over.
"I know many things, some that are yet to be known," AJ responded, hating the fact that she sounded like Lady Galadriel.
He nodded, "So I've heard. Why do you not wish to go to the Council?"
Leaning her head back against the tree she was sitting by, AJ sighed, "Many reasons, not one of which could be countered in good conscience."
"You could be a very valuable source of knowledge for us."
She looked over at him then, an eyebrow raised in sarcastic question, "I am a woman."
He dismissed that with a wave of his hand, "Just because you are a woman does not mean you are any more the weakest creature alive. True, in general men are the stronger sex, but that is not always the case, as I believe is true in yours."
"Very wise words. It must be a burden to have your ancestors looming over your shoulders, particularly the most famous of them all," she said vaguely, knowing he would understand her, which he did.
"Yes, it is troublesome. But I deal with it as best I can. And with Arwen's help."
"If you are not careful, you, too, shall miss the Council," AJ said, looking back over the garden.
"I shall attend when you do," he answered.
Turning back to him, AJ said, "But I am not going!"
"Suit yourself. I shall not either."
"Your guilt complexing me, and I don't like it," AJ pouted.
His gray eyes slid over to the corners to look at her with amusement, "Really?"
"I'm not going."
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AJ sat grumbling on her stone chair that was situated between her sister and Gandalf. How Aragorn roped her into going to the Council, she will never know. She used to be famous for her ability to completely ignore people when they tried to "guilt" her into doing something.
Around the room, AJ saw familiar faces: Boromir, son of Denethor; Gimli, son of Gloin; Gloin himself; Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood; Glorfindel, another Elven Prince; Aragorn; and other Elves, Dwarves, and men alike. And one hobbit: Frodo.
Elrond sat at the front on a large chair, a round dais before him. He looked stern and focused, and AJ prepared herself for one of the most famous speeches.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction," Elrond began, looking around the room, "None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."
AJ felt sorry for the little guy as he slowly and carefully brought the Ring and placed it upon the dais. The room went into instant murmurs, and both AJ and Brit knew what was coming next.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor!" Boromir said, and AJ rolled her eyes. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay - by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!?"
AJ tried not to chuckle at him. Boromir looked kind of like a cheerleader up there. Then, she turned to wait for Aragorn to say his piece.
"You cannot wield it," Aragorn said, right on expectation. "None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Boromir did not look very happy that his tirade had been broken by Aragorn, who didn't look perturbed at all. Good sign of a future King: stay calm in the face of calamity. However badly AJ and Brit wanted to speak up, neither did, knowing it probably wouldn't be wise.
"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir sneered, probably to cover his wounded pride.
AJ decided that she was going to step in, instead of Legolas, "He Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance. Be quiet, Boromir, for you speak of what you do not know."
The room went silent again, and they all stared at her, including Boromir. Elrond and Gandalf looked at her in a look that was similar to.pleasure, as if they had wanted her to speak up.
"Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King," Boromir said, but he sat down.
"And your father is doing how well?" AJ sneered, knowing that she was probably picking a fight that would best wait for later.
Before Boromir could reply, Gandalf broke in, "Aragorn is right. We can not use it."
"You have only one choice," Elrond said, "The Ring must be destroyed."
Brit grabbed AJ and pulled her down into her seat, silently chastising her, and nodding her head over to Frodo, who still looked to be in shock to find out that Aragorn was royalty. AJ felt even more bad for him. And then she remembered what Gimli was about to do.
"Well? What are we waiting for!?" He shot up out of his chair and sprinted to the Ring, his axe drawn. AJ tried to warn him, and Brit covered her face, but it was to late. When the axe exploded, catapulting Gimli backwards, AJ had been unable to say a thing.
After a moment of confusion, Elrond said, "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloín, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." He appeared completely undisturbed by what had just happened.
"One of you must do it," Elrond finished, eyeing the Council, though it was obvious who was going to do it.
Boromir rubbed a weary hand over his face, "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has just said!?" Legolas cried, his beautiful blue eyes bright with anger as he jumped from his seat, "The Ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!" Gimli barked.
"And if we fail?" Boromir cried, "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!" Gimli roared, causing quite a stir.
Everyone jumped up, minus AJ, Brit, and Frodo, and began to argue with one another. Gimli's voice could be heard saying, "I'd never trust an elf!"
Funny how Gimli and Legolas were destined to be best friends.
AJ knew who was going to call out, who was going to say he was going to take, and both she and Brit got up and went to the little hobbit, kneeling before him, giving him smiles of reassurance. He looked at them with his big, blue eyes, and AJ felt her heart melt into one thousand tiny pieces, so pitiful were they. Still looking at them, he said, "I will take it!"
Frodo stood up and said it again when it had no affect, "I will take it!" When everyone quieted down, Frodo continued, AJ and Brit still at his side, "I will take the Ring to Mordor.though, I do not know the way."
Gandalf came to him and laid a large hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."
"If, by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." Aragorn rose from he seat strode over and knelt in front of Frodo. "You have my sword."
"And you have my bow," Legolas added, moving to stand beside the small hobbit.
"And my axe!" Gimli cried, moving to stand by Legolas, who gave him a very annoyed look, but said nothing.
"You carry the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said as he faced Frodo, "If it is the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
"Here!" A voice cried, startling everyone momentarily. Sam came barrelling out from some nearby bushes, running up next to Frodo. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me"
"No indeed," Elrond said, though he looked fondly upon the two small hobbits, "It is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned for a secret council, and you are not."
"Oy! We're coming too!" Everyone turned, surprised, to see Merry and Pippin running over. Elrond watched with shock as they ran past him and stood next to Frodo. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry said.
"Anyway," Pippin said, "You need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."
"Well, that rules you out, Pip," Merry snorted.
Pippin nodded in agreement, then paused, as Merry's words sunk in. Turning, he looked at him indignantly.
Elrond looked to AJ and Brit, still by Frodo's side. "Will you ladies join the Quest?"
Brit nodded enthusiastically, but AJ hesitated. She looked over to Frodo. They had only met briefly, but AJ felt like she had known him for a long time. Well, she had, since she did read the books, but that was beside the point. He looked at her with those blue eyes, and she sighed.
"Yes, we'll go."
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AJ stared dumbly at her sister, not quite believing what she had just said. Brit's smile wavered a little when her sister said nothing, and then fell altogether. Cautiously, she touched her sister on her shoulder.
"Um, AJ? Are you there? Did you hear? We've been invited to the Council tomorrow. Cool, right?"
This snapped AJ out of her trance.
"Like Hell we're going! No, no, no, no, no, not no, but Hell no! Bad idea, very bad idea!" She was shaking her head vehemently. Brit was staring at her in shock.
"But why?"
"First off, if we really are in this loony bin everyone seems to think is Middle Earth, do you know how much us going to the Council would change the course of history! Quite a bit! We know too much! And second off, there is no way we are here in the first place! We are merely dreaming! We aren't going!"
Brit shook her head, "I'm sure this place is real enough. We can't both be having the same dream."
Growling low in her throat, AJ grabbed her sister's hand and dragged her into a corner, "Then I'm dreaming and your just being the annoying sister who I wish would make more sense and think with her head! Middle Earth is not real! It is a book written by a man name J.R. Tolkien! It ain't real!"
"Ain't isn't a word."
Screaming into her hands, AJ began to pace back and forth in front of her beloved sister, who was watching her comically. Nothing was making sense. Middle Earth just was not real, was it.?
"Ha, if you're so smart, then how come we understand Elvish! Hm? I don't remember taking a course on the language," AJ said triumphantly.
Brit sighed patiently, as if she was regarding a two year old girl, "AJ, you just have to go with the flow. You aren't supposed to ask these questions."
AJ stopped pacing and stared incredulously at her, "You did not just say that! Oh God, I need a gun. Somebody shoot me now! I'm hallucinating! They're gonna put me into an asylum!"
Placing her hands on AJ's shoulders, Brit led her over to the table she had been sitting at with Legolas, Aragorn, and presumably Arwen. AJ went without a fuss, still muttering about what type of medicine's they were going to give her and how she would have to tape down her belongings so none of the other crazy people stole them. Gandalf motioned for Legolas and the others to leave, giving the sisters some alone time.
"AJ, I don't understand why you can't just believe that by some miracle, you and I landed up in Middle Earth? I thought you would be happy."
Groaning, AJ laid her head on the table, "But, Brit, don't you understand? We're supposedly someplace that is make-believe! It isn't real! How can I believe that we are actually something that is merely on paper?"
"I don't know, AJ," Brit said, "but you're going to have to somehow. I did."
Looking up at her, AJ said softly, "Well, at least there are some hot asses running around here."
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It was nearing time for the Council to commence, and AJ was doing her best to hide. She refused to go to the Council, even if she did accept that they might be in Middle Earth. She didn't want to change the course of its history by being present.
She was sitting in the garden when she heard the footsteps. It was probably only Brit or Gandalf again, trying to convince her to go to the Council. Didn't they understand the reasons why she wouldn't go? That everything could change?
However, AJ was not expecting who sat down beside her. Lord Aragorn.
AJ was startled for a moment when he just quietly sat down, but then sighed.
"Hello, future King. Are you here to try to convince me to go to the Council as well?" She said softly, not looking at him, though she felt him start when she said his future title.
"I forget that you are not from here. Though it is curious as to how you know who I am," he said in that coarse, utterly devastating voice of his that many a woman swooned over.
"I know many things, some that are yet to be known," AJ responded, hating the fact that she sounded like Lady Galadriel.
He nodded, "So I've heard. Why do you not wish to go to the Council?"
Leaning her head back against the tree she was sitting by, AJ sighed, "Many reasons, not one of which could be countered in good conscience."
"You could be a very valuable source of knowledge for us."
She looked over at him then, an eyebrow raised in sarcastic question, "I am a woman."
He dismissed that with a wave of his hand, "Just because you are a woman does not mean you are any more the weakest creature alive. True, in general men are the stronger sex, but that is not always the case, as I believe is true in yours."
"Very wise words. It must be a burden to have your ancestors looming over your shoulders, particularly the most famous of them all," she said vaguely, knowing he would understand her, which he did.
"Yes, it is troublesome. But I deal with it as best I can. And with Arwen's help."
"If you are not careful, you, too, shall miss the Council," AJ said, looking back over the garden.
"I shall attend when you do," he answered.
Turning back to him, AJ said, "But I am not going!"
"Suit yourself. I shall not either."
"Your guilt complexing me, and I don't like it," AJ pouted.
His gray eyes slid over to the corners to look at her with amusement, "Really?"
"I'm not going."
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AJ sat grumbling on her stone chair that was situated between her sister and Gandalf. How Aragorn roped her into going to the Council, she will never know. She used to be famous for her ability to completely ignore people when they tried to "guilt" her into doing something.
Around the room, AJ saw familiar faces: Boromir, son of Denethor; Gimli, son of Gloin; Gloin himself; Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood; Glorfindel, another Elven Prince; Aragorn; and other Elves, Dwarves, and men alike. And one hobbit: Frodo.
Elrond sat at the front on a large chair, a round dais before him. He looked stern and focused, and AJ prepared herself for one of the most famous speeches.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction," Elrond began, looking around the room, "None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."
AJ felt sorry for the little guy as he slowly and carefully brought the Ring and placed it upon the dais. The room went into instant murmurs, and both AJ and Brit knew what was coming next.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor!" Boromir said, and AJ rolled her eyes. "Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay - by the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!?"
AJ tried not to chuckle at him. Boromir looked kind of like a cheerleader up there. Then, she turned to wait for Aragorn to say his piece.
"You cannot wield it," Aragorn said, right on expectation. "None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
Boromir did not look very happy that his tirade had been broken by Aragorn, who didn't look perturbed at all. Good sign of a future King: stay calm in the face of calamity. However badly AJ and Brit wanted to speak up, neither did, knowing it probably wouldn't be wise.
"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir sneered, probably to cover his wounded pride.
AJ decided that she was going to step in, instead of Legolas, "He Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance. Be quiet, Boromir, for you speak of what you do not know."
The room went silent again, and they all stared at her, including Boromir. Elrond and Gandalf looked at her in a look that was similar to.pleasure, as if they had wanted her to speak up.
"Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King," Boromir said, but he sat down.
"And your father is doing how well?" AJ sneered, knowing that she was probably picking a fight that would best wait for later.
Before Boromir could reply, Gandalf broke in, "Aragorn is right. We can not use it."
"You have only one choice," Elrond said, "The Ring must be destroyed."
Brit grabbed AJ and pulled her down into her seat, silently chastising her, and nodding her head over to Frodo, who still looked to be in shock to find out that Aragorn was royalty. AJ felt even more bad for him. And then she remembered what Gimli was about to do.
"Well? What are we waiting for!?" He shot up out of his chair and sprinted to the Ring, his axe drawn. AJ tried to warn him, and Brit covered her face, but it was to late. When the axe exploded, catapulting Gimli backwards, AJ had been unable to say a thing.
After a moment of confusion, Elrond said, "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloín, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." He appeared completely undisturbed by what had just happened.
"One of you must do it," Elrond finished, eyeing the Council, though it was obvious who was going to do it.
Boromir rubbed a weary hand over his face, "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has just said!?" Legolas cried, his beautiful blue eyes bright with anger as he jumped from his seat, "The Ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!" Gimli barked.
"And if we fail?" Boromir cried, "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!" Gimli roared, causing quite a stir.
Everyone jumped up, minus AJ, Brit, and Frodo, and began to argue with one another. Gimli's voice could be heard saying, "I'd never trust an elf!"
Funny how Gimli and Legolas were destined to be best friends.
AJ knew who was going to call out, who was going to say he was going to take, and both she and Brit got up and went to the little hobbit, kneeling before him, giving him smiles of reassurance. He looked at them with his big, blue eyes, and AJ felt her heart melt into one thousand tiny pieces, so pitiful were they. Still looking at them, he said, "I will take it!"
Frodo stood up and said it again when it had no affect, "I will take it!" When everyone quieted down, Frodo continued, AJ and Brit still at his side, "I will take the Ring to Mordor.though, I do not know the way."
Gandalf came to him and laid a large hand on his shoulder in a comforting manner, "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."
"If, by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." Aragorn rose from he seat strode over and knelt in front of Frodo. "You have my sword."
"And you have my bow," Legolas added, moving to stand beside the small hobbit.
"And my axe!" Gimli cried, moving to stand by Legolas, who gave him a very annoyed look, but said nothing.
"You carry the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said as he faced Frodo, "If it is the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
"Here!" A voice cried, startling everyone momentarily. Sam came barrelling out from some nearby bushes, running up next to Frodo. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me"
"No indeed," Elrond said, though he looked fondly upon the two small hobbits, "It is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned for a secret council, and you are not."
"Oy! We're coming too!" Everyone turned, surprised, to see Merry and Pippin running over. Elrond watched with shock as they ran past him and stood next to Frodo. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry said.
"Anyway," Pippin said, "You need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."
"Well, that rules you out, Pip," Merry snorted.
Pippin nodded in agreement, then paused, as Merry's words sunk in. Turning, he looked at him indignantly.
Elrond looked to AJ and Brit, still by Frodo's side. "Will you ladies join the Quest?"
Brit nodded enthusiastically, but AJ hesitated. She looked over to Frodo. They had only met briefly, but AJ felt like she had known him for a long time. Well, she had, since she did read the books, but that was beside the point. He looked at her with those blue eyes, and she sighed.
"Yes, we'll go."
Ha ha ha ha ha! There we go, peeps! That was a sorta long chapter, right? I know, it was primarily stuff you have seen all ready, but it was necessary! Anyway, next chapter will hopefully be more longer. Review! Love always! ^_^V Sparky