::Chapter Four::
A/N: Just a quick note; Thank-you so much to all of my reviewers!! I never expected anyone to like it. Just me getting a very random idea in the car. Here's some thanks:
Kafei of Clock Town: Thanks, and I'll try to update regularly. School, however, has other ideas.
Lizai: I won't ask then. Thank you for your review though!
Card-Captor: looks at review jaw drops Omigoodness! Thank you!
Irukapooka: Glad to see you like it!
Anyway, on with the story... hang on, before I forget:
I do not own (although I sometimes pretend to) The Legend of Zelda- the Master Gamer Shigeru Miyamoto does.
Link was walking around Rivendell and enjoying the sights. The waterfall... the buildings... the women...
Suddenly, he heard a voice come from a room nearby. None of the Rivendell rooms had full walls, so he could hear pretty well.
"My old sword, Sting! Here! Take it, take it!"
The sound of metal scraping made Link cringe.
"It's so light."
Oh. Mr. Little-Fly-In-The-Ointment dude. What was his name...?
"Yes... yea--made by the elves you know. The blade glows blue when orcs are close. And its times like that my lad, when you'll have to be extra careful! Here's a pretty thing --Mithril! As light as a feather! And as hard as dragon scales! Let me see you put it on. Go on."
At the sound of the word 'dragon', Link perked up. Maybe there was dragons here after all! He had really liked kicking Volvagia's butt that time...
"Oh...M-my old ring! Oh well... I sh-sh-should very much like, to hold it again, one last time."
This guy's stuttering is really starting to tick me off. Link thought. Hang on! The ring, again??
Link was startled by a 'gnaaa!!!' sound from the room. Then heavy breathing. Then a man weeping.
Whoosie nancy.
"I'm sorry I brought this upon you my boy... I'm sorry that you must carry this burden. I'm sorry for everything!"
Right... That was weird...
Elrond gave an emotional farewell to the Fellowship. "May the blessing of elves, and men, and all free folk go with you."
Link rolled his eyes.
"The Fellowship awaits the Ringbearer." Gandalf (as Link had found his name was) said, looking at Frodo (another name Link had learnt).
Frodo seemed to take a last, longing glance at Rivendell before finally turning around and walking out the stone gate.
Link's large Hylian ears (that are able to hear the goddesses) picked up Frodo whispering; "Mordor Gandalf, is it left or right?"
Then Gandalf replied; "Left."
Link rolled his eyes Great. They were being led by some whoosie who didn't know basic geography.
He was still standing still, as the Mr. No-Bath had decided to say an emotional farewell to his girlfriend. Link looked at him sardonically.
Mr. No-Bath hurried up when Link gave him a kick up his butt with his re-inforced toed Kokiri Boots.
"We must hold this course west from the Misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there our road turns east to Mordor."
Forty bloomin' days???
Link looked around. Boromir was teaching Merry and Pippin how to sword fight. Now, giving one of those short people a sharpened blade just wasn't a good idea...
"Two, Three, Four, Five. Good, very good." Boromir counted.
"Move your feet." Aragorn said, whilst puffing his pipe.
Practice what you preach, you loser. Link thought with an inward scowl.
"That's good, Pippin." Merry complimented his friend. Link was finding it hard to distinguish between the two things.
"Thanks."
"Faster." Boromir said, speeding the 'things' up.
Oh, heck no! Link thought. I can't tell which one's which as it is!
He was distracted as the dwarf was winging. Again.
"...Anyone was to ask for my opinion, which I know they're not, I'd say we were taking the long way round. Gandalf, we could pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin Balin would give us a royal welcome."
That's why we don't ask you.
"No Gimli," Gandalf said "I would not take the roads to Moria unless I had no other choice."
The Nancy Pants was on watch. He was constantly trying to better Link at everything. Archery, clothing, hair styles, sword training (Link really had the upper hand on that one) and the like. Or so Link thought.
"Come on. Good." the clinks of metal against metal could be heard in the background. That suddenly turned to metal hitting flesh. A mortal's ears couldn't have picked it up, but Link, with is super-sensitive-Hylian-ears, did.
"Ow." he muttered, not even looking over.
"Aaaah!" came a cry from one of the 'things'.
"Sorry!" Boromir apologised.
The smack of flesh hitting flesh reached Link's super-sensitive-Hylian-ears.
Deserved it.
"Ahh!"and "Get him!" was heard from behind Link. He finally turned around to see Boromir being wrestled to the ground by the two 'things'.
"For the Shire!"
"Hold him! Hold him Merry!"
"He got my arm! He got my arm!"
Link smiled for the first time since he had started the journey.
"What is that?" the Fatso broke his thoughts. Link looked up to see a black cloud moving toward them. But he knew better...
"Nothing, it's just a whiff of cloud." the dwarf shrugged it off.
Link stirred. He got up and looked concerned.
"It's moving fast... against the wind." Boromir said.
Link suddenly had a revelation. "Keese!!" he called and bought his shield in front of him.
The rest of the Fellowship looked at him increduosly.
"Uhm... No... I believe it's Crebain from Dunland." Legolas said with a tone of contempt in his voice.
Aragorn came to his senses. "Hide!" he called.
"Merry! Frodo!"
"Come on, come on! Take cover!"
"Run!"
"Now where's my book?"
"Oi! That's my sword!"
"Hands off the merchandise!!"
"Get your own hidie-hole!"
Link dived beneath a rock, only to bump his head on a rack-sack already stashed under there.
Great.
When the 'Crebain' had passed on, the Fellowship exited their holes.
"Spies of Saruman," Gandalf said. "The passage south is being watched."
We can all see that, dimbo.
"We must take the pass of Caradhras." Gandalf continued and looked up a big. Snowy. Mountian.
Oh, hell no!
As the Fellowship climbed the snowy slopes of Caradhras, Frodo lost his footing and fell, rolling down the slope towards Link.
Link bent down and caught the little tyke before he rolled all the way down and they ended back at square one.
Frodo, without any gratitude Link noted, got up and brushed himself off. He felt inside his tunic and looked worried.
"Frodo?" Aragorn called from behind Link.
Frodo looked around on the ground for the ring. Link just tapped his foot, but not to much effect as the snow made no tapping sound.
Up ahead, Boromir bent down and picked up the ring. He looked at it in an expression of awe.
It's a ring. Get. Over. It.
"Boromir." Aragorn snatched Boromir out of his reverie.
"It is a strange fate we should suffer so much fear and doubt over so small a thing... such a little thing." Boromir reached out to touch the ring, but Aragorn snapped again;
"Boromir! Give the ring to Frodo."
Boromir walked toward Frodo. He hesitated.
"Give him the stupid ring, or I will be feeding your brain to the wolfos." Link snarled.
"As you wish. I care not." Boromir laughed half-hartedly.
Frodo grabbed the ring from him. Boromir jokingly tousled Frodo's hair then turned to resume climbing. Gandalf looked on suspiciously. Link released his grip from his sword.
This is an uncomfortable silence...
Link could not be more miserable if Ruto had a crush on him... wait... okay. So he was pretty miserable.
Nancy Pants was showing him up. Again. They were all plodding along slower than an athsmatic turtle and Nancy Pants was running on top of the snow! Link suspected he was even doing pirouettes when he wasn't looking. Which was most of the time.
'...Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; nai yarvaxea rasselya!...'
A voice could be heard floating with the freezing snow. Not even the Ice Cavern was this cold!
"There is a fell voice on the air." came Nancy Pant's voice.
Duh.
"It's Saruman!" Gandalf screamed to the Fellowship.
Everyone froze. Everyone except Link, that is.
"Look, I don't give a damn. All I want is to get out of this place! Who's idea was it to come here anyway...?
Link was cut off as he was dumped by a huge avalanche of snow.
Legolas stifled his laughter.
"He's trying to bring down the mountain! Gandalf, we must turn back!" Aragorn cried.
"No!" Gandalf retorted.
"Yes!!" Link's muffled scream was heard from under the snow.
"Losto Caradhras, sedho, hodo, nuitho i 'ruith!" Gandalf cried.
"...Cuiva nwalca Carnirasse; nai yarvaxea rasselya; talhira notto-carinnar!..." the voice was heard, louder this time.
As soon as the words were uttered, lightning struck the top of the mountian. Link emerged from his snowy prison, only to get dumped by an even larger one.
Soon, all the Fellowship was out of the snow, and bracing themselves against the icy wind once more.
"We must get off the mountain! Make for the Gap of Rohan and take the west road to my city!" cried Boromir, hen he chocked as a piece of snow flew into his mouth.
"The Gap of Rohan takes us too close to Isengard!"
"So?"
"Who cares?"
"Not me."
"Saruman will find us."
"Stop being a pessimist!"
"If we cannot pass over a mountain, let us go under it!" the dwarf called, "Let us go through the mines of Moria!"
He silenced them all.
"Let the ringbearer decide." Gandalf said to Frodo.
Yeah, that's right. Dump all the responsibility on that dude. Real nice.
"Frodo?"
"C'mon It's freezing!"
"I'm hungry."
"I need to go."
"You should have gone before we left!" came the cries and whisperings from the Fellowship.
"We will go through the mines." Frodo said.
"So be it."
A/N: Just another quick note, has anyone realised that in the scene where Saruman calles out the spell to bring down Caradhras, and you see him on Orthanc, Cristopher Lee has a bandage on his finger! He jammed it in a door and had to have a skin graft!
Owch.
ahem I'm fine.
Also, the Farewell to the Fellowship bit was in the Extended Edition DVD that I have. I didn't make it up. Well... obviously the bit about Link...
I need my medication.
See ya!