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Chapter Four
Legolas sat straight and stiff the next day during Lord Elrond's council. He didn't want to be here. They were all telling stories of the One Ring that Legolas knew well. After all, he'd heard them for about 2,931 years. It got pretty tiring hearing the same tales for that long. And Legolas didn't care for that Boromir guy. He seems to not be listening to a word anybody was saying, or else it was going through one ear and out the other. Legolas hated men like that, men who were arrogant and the like.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor!" Boromir said suddenly and Legolas snapped back into reality. 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!"
Legolas inwardly cursed the man. What an idiot. Boromir was the epitome of stupidity in the race of humans. Sometimes Legolas wished he didn't live forever, such as the curse for Elves, but at the moment he was glad he was an Elf and not part of the human race with which Boromir was in. Or maybe he had the unfortunate luck of meeting the more stupid ones and not those smart ones that were talked about in the Elven halls. Legolas didn't know.
"You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," Aragorn spoke up.
Well, Legolas thought, Aragorn has just proven he wasn't stupid. But how could he doubt his best friend?
"Because he took your one true love, that's why," a small voice in Legolas seemed to say. And Legolas couldn't have agreed more, but he decided he couldn't have had a better friend and not think about the problems for the moment.
Boromir turned to face Aragorn with a slight suspicion on his face. "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
Suddenly Legolas was angry. Boromir was insulting the intelligence of Aragorn, and the man didn't deserve that. Legolas stood up before he had second thoughts.
"This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn," Legolas said harshly and Boromir turned around to face him. "You owe him your allegiance."
Legolas' voice rang out through the balcony and for an instant, everything and everybody was silent. Legolas mentally slapped himself. Why the bloody heck did he do that for? An Elf wasn't supposed to lose his cool. He was supposed to remain dead calm on the outside and seemingly with endless patience. After a moment, Boromir turned to face Aragorn.
"Aragorn?" Boromir said. "This...is Isildur's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas intercepted.
Aragorn sighed and gestured to Legolas'. "Havo dad, Legolas." (Sit down, Legolas)
Legolas sat down with a look of fury on his face. Why did he have to go and do that? Legolas was sure it could've been solved another way. Boromir turned to give Aragorn a look slight glare.
"Gondor has no king. Gondor NEEDS no king," Boromir said forcefully before sitting back down, giving Aragorn looks of discontent.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it," Gandalf said to break the silence.
"You have only one choice," Elrond said in his slow drawl. "The Ring must be destroyed."
"Well, then what are we waiting for!" a dwarf by the name of Gimli said, standing up. He grabbed his axe and rushed over to the stand, attempting to break the Ring. But the Ring only broke Gimli's axe and made the Dwarf fly backwards.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin 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," Elrond said. "One of you must do this."
Everybody became silent. Legolas couldn't have been sure, but he could've sworn he heard the Ring whispering in its Dark Language.
"One does not simply walk into Mordor. It's black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs," Boromir said and Legolas rolled his eyes. "There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It's a barren wasteland, riddle with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could endure this. It is folly."
Legolas stood up again in his anger. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond just said?" He turned to the rest of the council. "The Ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!" Gimli exclaimed sarcastically.
"And if we fail, what then? What will happen when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir said, standing up also.
Gimli stood up, facing Legolas. The two of them stared at each other eye-to- eye with pure hatred.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli shouted.
Everybody soon was standing up and shouting and arguing with each other. Legolas just stood looking around everywhere at everybody.
"Never trust an Elf!" Legolas heard Gimli say.
'What was happening?' Legolas thought. 'All of us fighting when the answer's so simple?'
"I will take it!" Legolas heard somebody say, but didn't pay too much attention to it.
"I will take it!" the voice said louder and everybody fell silent. Legolas turned to face Frodo. This small thing—take the Ring to Mordor?
"I will take the Ring to Mordor!" Frodo exclaimed, and then more quietly, "though—I do not know the way."
Everybody looked at Frodo, regarding the small hobbit quietly. Legolas didn't think this small thing could carry such a burden, but he DID hear stories about how he carried the Ring from the Shire to Rivendell and survived a fatal wound from the Nazgul.
"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it's yours to bear," Gandalf said suddenly, walking slowly over to the hobbit and placing his hand on the hobbit's shoulder.
Legolas watch Aragorn stand up from the corner of his eye.
"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will," Aragorn said to Frodo and knelt next in front of him. "You have my sword."
Legolas sighed. He knew somebody had to represent the Elves in the journey and it looked like none of the other Elves were willing to go on the journey. Legolas knew he was needed at home, but oddly enough this seemed more important. He walked towards Frodo.
"And you have my bow," Legolas said.
Gimli looked determinedly at Legolas. "And my axe." Legolas stifled a snicker. The Dwarf was insistent on proving to him that Dwarves were just as important.
Then Boromir started to walk towards the group around Frodo. 'Oh, great,' Legolas thought. 'Nobody let him come along. I don't want to go around Middle Earth with HIM.'
"You carry the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said. "If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor must see it done."
"Here!" somebody shouted and somebody ran around front and stood beside Frodo. Legolas had an inkling that it was Sam, Frodo's best friend that traveled with him to Rivendell. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."
"No, indeed it's highly it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and your not," Elrond said with a small smile on his face.
"Oi! We're coming too!" another voice shouted out and two more hobbits came running up to stand next to Frodo. The one who was talking was Merry, if Legolas could remember the names rightly enough. "You'll have to tie us all tied up in a sack to stop us."
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing," the other one said, and Legolas remembered his name to be Pippin.
Merry glances over at Pippin with his arms crossed. "Well, that rules YOU out, Pip."
Pippin nodded and then realizing what Merry had said, he looked at Merry like he was stupid or something. Legolas had to stifle a smile. It was too funny.
"Nine companions," Elrond said softly. "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"
"Right," Pippin said. "Where are we going?"
"You know where we're going, Pip. To Mordor," Merry said.
"Well, you all better get some rest. You have a long journey ahead of you," Elrond stated and the council was dispersed.
Legolas quickly walked out the balcony, relieved that it was all over. It was getting quite stifling, even though they were all sitting outside. Now it was the dreadful task of writing a letter to his father telling him that his oldest and only son had just embarked himself on a long and hopeless journey that might lead to the death of them all. But maybe Thranduil would learn to go to these councils for himself instead of sending his son along to them.
"Legolas!" Aragorn called out to him and Legolas turned and watched Aragorn jog lightly up to the Elf.
Legolas looked at the man without an expression on his face. "Mani naa ta, Aragorn?" (What is it, Aragorn?)
"I would like to thank you for what you did back there. I mean like, backing me up when Boromir said all those things," Aragorn said.
"He shouldn't be insulting the intelligence of one who is smarter them himself," Legolas said coldly.
"Why are you being so cold?"
"Why are you being so persistant?!" Legolas spun around from his gazing and looked at Aragorn. "I've tried hard to remain your friend, Aragorn, even though you've took the one I love."
"That's a selfish thing to say, Legolas," Aragorn said.
"I'm being selfish, Aragorn? I am not as self centered as you've always perceived me to be," Legolas said. "Never judge before you know the details."
"Look, I'm sorry to tell you this, Legolas, but you've been haughty and jealous ever since you found out that Arwen and I have gotten together," Aragorn stated. "Make no mistake about it."
"Well, try thinking about what it could've been if it was the other way around. You'd know exactly how I feel. You wouldn't be so quick to be making those comments then," Legolas said. "Excuse me, but I've got a letter to tend to and other matters that cannot wait until the morning. Namaarie."
Legolas turned and left, walking up to his bedroom. He didn't care if he'd just lost a good friendship that might prove helpful someday, but Legolas just didn't care. He was tired of everybody showing pity that whenever it concerned Arwen. Legolas walked into his room and slammed the door behind him. He, Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland realm, needed to have a letter written and it couldn't wait.
Author's note: There's chapter four for everybody that's been insisting that they want more chapters for this story. I hope everybody's satisfied with this story. Happy reading to all and I know you all love to review. Thanks wink.
Chapter Four
Legolas sat straight and stiff the next day during Lord Elrond's council. He didn't want to be here. They were all telling stories of the One Ring that Legolas knew well. After all, he'd heard them for about 2,931 years. It got pretty tiring hearing the same tales for that long. And Legolas didn't care for that Boromir guy. He seems to not be listening to a word anybody was saying, or else it was going through one ear and out the other. Legolas hated men like that, men who were arrogant and the like.
"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor!" Boromir said suddenly and Legolas snapped back into reality. 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!"
Legolas inwardly cursed the man. What an idiot. Boromir was the epitome of stupidity in the race of humans. Sometimes Legolas wished he didn't live forever, such as the curse for Elves, but at the moment he was glad he was an Elf and not part of the human race with which Boromir was in. Or maybe he had the unfortunate luck of meeting the more stupid ones and not those smart ones that were talked about in the Elven halls. Legolas didn't know.
"You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," Aragorn spoke up.
Well, Legolas thought, Aragorn has just proven he wasn't stupid. But how could he doubt his best friend?
"Because he took your one true love, that's why," a small voice in Legolas seemed to say. And Legolas couldn't have agreed more, but he decided he couldn't have had a better friend and not think about the problems for the moment.
Boromir turned to face Aragorn with a slight suspicion on his face. "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"
Suddenly Legolas was angry. Boromir was insulting the intelligence of Aragorn, and the man didn't deserve that. Legolas stood up before he had second thoughts.
"This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn," Legolas said harshly and Boromir turned around to face him. "You owe him your allegiance."
Legolas' voice rang out through the balcony and for an instant, everything and everybody was silent. Legolas mentally slapped himself. Why the bloody heck did he do that for? An Elf wasn't supposed to lose his cool. He was supposed to remain dead calm on the outside and seemingly with endless patience. After a moment, Boromir turned to face Aragorn.
"Aragorn?" Boromir said. "This...is Isildur's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas intercepted.
Aragorn sighed and gestured to Legolas'. "Havo dad, Legolas." (Sit down, Legolas)
Legolas sat down with a look of fury on his face. Why did he have to go and do that? Legolas was sure it could've been solved another way. Boromir turned to give Aragorn a look slight glare.
"Gondor has no king. Gondor NEEDS no king," Boromir said forcefully before sitting back down, giving Aragorn looks of discontent.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it," Gandalf said to break the silence.
"You have only one choice," Elrond said in his slow drawl. "The Ring must be destroyed."
"Well, then what are we waiting for!" a dwarf by the name of Gimli said, standing up. He grabbed his axe and rushed over to the stand, attempting to break the Ring. But the Ring only broke Gimli's axe and made the Dwarf fly backwards.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin 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," Elrond said. "One of you must do this."
Everybody became silent. Legolas couldn't have been sure, but he could've sworn he heard the Ring whispering in its Dark Language.
"One does not simply walk into Mordor. It's black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs," Boromir said and Legolas rolled his eyes. "There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It's a barren wasteland, riddle with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could endure this. It is folly."
Legolas stood up again in his anger. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond just said?" He turned to the rest of the council. "The Ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!" Gimli exclaimed sarcastically.
"And if we fail, what then? What will happen when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir said, standing up also.
Gimli stood up, facing Legolas. The two of them stared at each other eye-to- eye with pure hatred.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli shouted.
Everybody soon was standing up and shouting and arguing with each other. Legolas just stood looking around everywhere at everybody.
"Never trust an Elf!" Legolas heard Gimli say.
'What was happening?' Legolas thought. 'All of us fighting when the answer's so simple?'
"I will take it!" Legolas heard somebody say, but didn't pay too much attention to it.
"I will take it!" the voice said louder and everybody fell silent. Legolas turned to face Frodo. This small thing—take the Ring to Mordor?
"I will take the Ring to Mordor!" Frodo exclaimed, and then more quietly, "though—I do not know the way."
Everybody looked at Frodo, regarding the small hobbit quietly. Legolas didn't think this small thing could carry such a burden, but he DID hear stories about how he carried the Ring from the Shire to Rivendell and survived a fatal wound from the Nazgul.
"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it's yours to bear," Gandalf said suddenly, walking slowly over to the hobbit and placing his hand on the hobbit's shoulder.
Legolas watch Aragorn stand up from the corner of his eye.
"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will," Aragorn said to Frodo and knelt next in front of him. "You have my sword."
Legolas sighed. He knew somebody had to represent the Elves in the journey and it looked like none of the other Elves were willing to go on the journey. Legolas knew he was needed at home, but oddly enough this seemed more important. He walked towards Frodo.
"And you have my bow," Legolas said.
Gimli looked determinedly at Legolas. "And my axe." Legolas stifled a snicker. The Dwarf was insistent on proving to him that Dwarves were just as important.
Then Boromir started to walk towards the group around Frodo. 'Oh, great,' Legolas thought. 'Nobody let him come along. I don't want to go around Middle Earth with HIM.'
"You carry the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said. "If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor must see it done."
"Here!" somebody shouted and somebody ran around front and stood beside Frodo. Legolas had an inkling that it was Sam, Frodo's best friend that traveled with him to Rivendell. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."
"No, indeed it's highly it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and your not," Elrond said with a small smile on his face.
"Oi! We're coming too!" another voice shouted out and two more hobbits came running up to stand next to Frodo. The one who was talking was Merry, if Legolas could remember the names rightly enough. "You'll have to tie us all tied up in a sack to stop us."
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing," the other one said, and Legolas remembered his name to be Pippin.
Merry glances over at Pippin with his arms crossed. "Well, that rules YOU out, Pip."
Pippin nodded and then realizing what Merry had said, he looked at Merry like he was stupid or something. Legolas had to stifle a smile. It was too funny.
"Nine companions," Elrond said softly. "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"
"Right," Pippin said. "Where are we going?"
"You know where we're going, Pip. To Mordor," Merry said.
"Well, you all better get some rest. You have a long journey ahead of you," Elrond stated and the council was dispersed.
Legolas quickly walked out the balcony, relieved that it was all over. It was getting quite stifling, even though they were all sitting outside. Now it was the dreadful task of writing a letter to his father telling him that his oldest and only son had just embarked himself on a long and hopeless journey that might lead to the death of them all. But maybe Thranduil would learn to go to these councils for himself instead of sending his son along to them.
"Legolas!" Aragorn called out to him and Legolas turned and watched Aragorn jog lightly up to the Elf.
Legolas looked at the man without an expression on his face. "Mani naa ta, Aragorn?" (What is it, Aragorn?)
"I would like to thank you for what you did back there. I mean like, backing me up when Boromir said all those things," Aragorn said.
"He shouldn't be insulting the intelligence of one who is smarter them himself," Legolas said coldly.
"Why are you being so cold?"
"Why are you being so persistant?!" Legolas spun around from his gazing and looked at Aragorn. "I've tried hard to remain your friend, Aragorn, even though you've took the one I love."
"That's a selfish thing to say, Legolas," Aragorn said.
"I'm being selfish, Aragorn? I am not as self centered as you've always perceived me to be," Legolas said. "Never judge before you know the details."
"Look, I'm sorry to tell you this, Legolas, but you've been haughty and jealous ever since you found out that Arwen and I have gotten together," Aragorn stated. "Make no mistake about it."
"Well, try thinking about what it could've been if it was the other way around. You'd know exactly how I feel. You wouldn't be so quick to be making those comments then," Legolas said. "Excuse me, but I've got a letter to tend to and other matters that cannot wait until the morning. Namaarie."
Legolas turned and left, walking up to his bedroom. He didn't care if he'd just lost a good friendship that might prove helpful someday, but Legolas just didn't care. He was tired of everybody showing pity that whenever it concerned Arwen. Legolas walked into his room and slammed the door behind him. He, Legolas Greenleaf of the Woodland realm, needed to have a letter written and it couldn't wait.
Author's note: There's chapter four for everybody that's been insisting that they want more chapters for this story. I hope everybody's satisfied with this story. Happy reading to all and I know you all love to review. Thanks wink.