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A/N: Sorry about the wait. My Internet was disconnected because of Lightfirst going out of business. I love the magic in this section. You'll see what I'm talking about later.
Matrixelf: if you liked this last chapter you'll love this one. You'll see. It's more like she's afraid of the past and trying to live with it (not very successfully though). You'll find out what happened to later chapters. I don't want to ruin it!
XXXXChapter 7: The Council
I found out that Frodo was invited along with Bilbo but the rest of the hobbits were not. They were upset about not being included but I am pretty sure they are planning an ambush. I could use the distraction right now. No one, and I mean no one, has ever reacted reasonably when I have used magic. Tilly and the others even had to get used to it. And that's Tilly. That is why I use it so seldom. I don't want to frighten anyone away from me.
We make our way to the council after I finally got Deor to stay with the remaining hobbits. It took awhile but I finally did it. I am seated besides Bilbo across from Strider who smiled at me cheekily.
"Still not speaking to me?" he asks across the way.
"I can't speak anyway so what does it matter?" of course I am but am I going to tell him that? No I didn't think so either.
Elrond stood up catching everyone's attention.
"Stranger's of distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this one fate-this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo."
When Frodo places the ring on the pedestal whispers spring out over the council.
"So it is true," the man named Boromir says in awe, "In a dream, I saw the Eastern side grow dark but in the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying: 'Your doom is near at hand. Isildur's Bane is found."
He reached for the ring making Elrond and Gandalf bound to their feet.
"Ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul! One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and, in the darkness, bind them," Gandalf shouted in the Black speech.
When he was yelling clouds shaded the area while everyone winced with pain. Several people, including myself, covered our ears. The words grated and were cruel to the hearing. Before another word was said Boromir started to talk more to himself then anyone else.
"It is a gift! A gift to the foes of Mordor! 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!"
"You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," Strider cut in.
"And what would a ranger know of this matter?"
Boromir's words instantly insulted me. He was my friend. It didn't matter that I was upset with him, no way was I going to let someone make fun of him.
"Excuse me! Just because you are the stewards son doesn't mean you can treat people that way!"
Strider silently told me to stop. By now everyone know that I could not speak. Many were interested in what I had said though were too polite to ask.
Saying my thoughts out loud the Elf, I mean Legolas leaps up, ready to defend our mutual friend, "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
"Aragorn? This," Boromir says in disbelief, "is Isildur's heir?
"Heir to the throne of Gondor."
Wow. That's a lot to take in. Well, Gods spit why didn't he say something?
Strider also named Aragorn, motions from Legolas to sit, "Havo dad Legolas."
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king," Boromir said vehemently.
Bilbo suddenly stands up chanting a poem:
'All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.
From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless again shall be king.
Looks like Strider, err Aragorn, has many friends. Elrond finally decided that the ring had to be destroyed. I was in favor of it but many grumbled under their breath.
"What are we waiting for? AGHH!" The dwarf Gimli smashed his axe over the ring and was thrown back to the ground.
When the dust cleared the ring was whole without a scratch on it.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft-" Elrond started but was interrupted by Gandalf.
"Maybe something other then material weapons?" Gandalf indicated me.
I looked from them to the ring and back, "Oh no. No way! I could really hurt someone."
"She does not want to take the risk of hurting anyone," Aragorn interprets.
"She is a women. How would she hurt anyone?" The man besides Boromir said.
One thing I really hate is that how little women really are worth. The men folk act as if we break a nail we'll die. It is rather insulting. I furiously leap to my feet throwing my hand to the sky. A peal of thunder along with a flash of white light rip through the sky. Many of the council members cry out in surprise. When they finally look at me lightning is vibrating in my out stretched hand. I point at the ring, bending my power on the lightning. It zooms faster then the eye can see, but it left no mark on the ring.
I turn to Aragorn, "Translate this to that man. Don't you ever say that just because I am a woman that I can not do any harm, because if you think that way then any women can take advantage of you! Don't even think to argue with me. Don't sit close to the fire if you can't stand the heat."
They were stunned at my harsh words even with Strider's toned down version. I was still reeling with anger when I felt a nudge against my leg. Looking down I see that Deor had gotten away from the hobbits. Just seeing him settled me down right away. I scooped him up laying him on my lap when I sat down. Frodo was the first to speak.
"I didn't know you could do that," he commented calmly.
"Anger makes it have more of a punch. Strider tell Elrond that whatever has to be done I'm in especially if Frodo gets involved. No matter what."
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