Disclaimer: I do not own LotR or Orlando Bloom, but I do own Sabriel.
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Gandalf walked up to Frodo and said, "I will help you bear this burden, my friend."
Aragorn, humbled by the hobbit's dedication, also strode forward. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will." Kneeling before the hobbit, he declared, "You have my sword."
Quickly coming to a decision, Legolas stepped forward. "And you have my bow."
Gimli, loathe to see an elf take all the glory, cried, "And my ax!"
With a sigh, Boromir joined the small group. "If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."
With a cry, Sam leapt out from behind the bushes. He planted himself next to Frodo and crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me."
"Indeed. It seems as if we are hardly able to separate the two of you, even when he is called to a secret council meeting and you are not!" Lord Elrond chided gently. As Sam blushed fiercely, Merry and Pippin rushed from their hiding place.
"We're going, too!" cried Merry.
Elrond looked indignantly at the two hobbits, but relented. He looked over the assembled men, and nodded to himself. "Nine companions. So be it. You shall be-"
"Father." The softly spoken word stopped Lord Elrond's declaration mid- sentence. He turned to face Sabriel, who stood behind him.
Sabriel implored softly and sadly in elvish, "Father, Rivendell should not sit by and watch while Middle Earth is in danger. Forgive me, but I must go." She turned to the rest of the council members and continued in the Common Tongue, "There will be ten companions, not nine."
Only Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, and Lord Elrond remained unfazed by her announcement. The other men eyed Sabriel up and down doubtfully. Dressed in a soft, modest morning gown and with her hair down in curls, Sabriel hardly looked like the rough-and-tumble type.
Politely but firmly, Boromir said, "Beg pardon, my lady, but I don't think that would be such a good idea. This journey will not be easy, and we cannot be constantly worried for your welfare when trouble strikes. It would be best if you stayed home."
Sabriel's eyes flashed fire. Before she could come up with a scathing retort, Lord Elrond spoke up. "Much as I hate to see my daughter leave, I must admit that she is quite adequately able to defend herself. With five older brothers and living among my troops, Sabriel has picked up many skills."
Legolas added helpfully, "Gentlemen, I think this lady will surprise you." Sabriel sent grateful glances to her father and Legolas for their support. Legolas sent her a warm smile in return.
However, when the men remained unsure, Gandalf spoke up. "I know what, I propose that we hold a tournament tomorrow. This will keep our spirits up in the face of our dangerous mission, and also provide Sabriel a chance to prove herself capable." The men, eager to exercise their skills and channel their energy into something positive, cheered agreeably at this suggestion.
Lord Elrond looked thoughtful before nodding his agreement. "Very well, we shall hold a tournament tomorrow. All of you are welcome to participate. We will finish discussing the ring after the tournament. Then you can all decide whether or not my daughter is worthy enough to protect the ring."
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Gandalf walked up to Frodo and said, "I will help you bear this burden, my friend."
Aragorn, humbled by the hobbit's dedication, also strode forward. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will." Kneeling before the hobbit, he declared, "You have my sword."
Quickly coming to a decision, Legolas stepped forward. "And you have my bow."
Gimli, loathe to see an elf take all the glory, cried, "And my ax!"
With a sigh, Boromir joined the small group. "If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."
With a cry, Sam leapt out from behind the bushes. He planted himself next to Frodo and crossed his arms over his chest stubbornly. "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me."
"Indeed. It seems as if we are hardly able to separate the two of you, even when he is called to a secret council meeting and you are not!" Lord Elrond chided gently. As Sam blushed fiercely, Merry and Pippin rushed from their hiding place.
"We're going, too!" cried Merry.
Elrond looked indignantly at the two hobbits, but relented. He looked over the assembled men, and nodded to himself. "Nine companions. So be it. You shall be-"
"Father." The softly spoken word stopped Lord Elrond's declaration mid- sentence. He turned to face Sabriel, who stood behind him.
Sabriel implored softly and sadly in elvish, "Father, Rivendell should not sit by and watch while Middle Earth is in danger. Forgive me, but I must go." She turned to the rest of the council members and continued in the Common Tongue, "There will be ten companions, not nine."
Only Gandalf, Legolas, Aragorn, and Lord Elrond remained unfazed by her announcement. The other men eyed Sabriel up and down doubtfully. Dressed in a soft, modest morning gown and with her hair down in curls, Sabriel hardly looked like the rough-and-tumble type.
Politely but firmly, Boromir said, "Beg pardon, my lady, but I don't think that would be such a good idea. This journey will not be easy, and we cannot be constantly worried for your welfare when trouble strikes. It would be best if you stayed home."
Sabriel's eyes flashed fire. Before she could come up with a scathing retort, Lord Elrond spoke up. "Much as I hate to see my daughter leave, I must admit that she is quite adequately able to defend herself. With five older brothers and living among my troops, Sabriel has picked up many skills."
Legolas added helpfully, "Gentlemen, I think this lady will surprise you." Sabriel sent grateful glances to her father and Legolas for their support. Legolas sent her a warm smile in return.
However, when the men remained unsure, Gandalf spoke up. "I know what, I propose that we hold a tournament tomorrow. This will keep our spirits up in the face of our dangerous mission, and also provide Sabriel a chance to prove herself capable." The men, eager to exercise their skills and channel their energy into something positive, cheered agreeably at this suggestion.
Lord Elrond looked thoughtful before nodding his agreement. "Very well, we shall hold a tournament tomorrow. All of you are welcome to participate. We will finish discussing the ring after the tournament. Then you can all decide whether or not my daughter is worthy enough to protect the ring."
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