1I am soooo sorry I haven't updated in a long time. Our computer has been broken . . . well, ever since the last time I wrote on this story.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings still isn't mine.
Author's Note: Okay, so this chapter is short. Oh, and so you don't bother trying to figure it out, Avanwë is not Elvish so I do not have a translation.
"Those who are quite content sit around and do nothing. It is those who are not quite content who are the sole benefactors of the world."
–Another smart guy whose name I can't remember (and by the time I remember his name, I won't remember which thing he said.)
Chapter Two
The Council of Elrond, Take Two
"Quite down, quiet down, everyone," Elrond announced. No such thing happened. With over fifty people there, including Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Eomer, Eowyn, Bergil, Faramir, Radagast, Bilbo, Erestor, and, of course, Elrond, everyone was pretty loud.
Elrond tried again, and then turned to his right, to and Elf named Avanwë. "QUIET!" she yelled. Everyone did.
"Thank you, Avanwë," Elrond said, smiling grimly. "All of you know why we're here. We don't really know much more, however. We don't know where the Hobbits were taken, or why."
"I think I might," Avanwë said, rising.
"Who're you?" Gimli asked.
"Your friend has the answer to that, Gimli, son of Gloin," the Elf answered mysteriously.
"I do?" Legolas asked. For the first time since Gimli had met him, the Elf looked surprised.
"Okay, so maybe you don't remember me. I'm not all that surprised. I rarely visited Mirkwood, and didn't stay long even then. It was a long time ago. You were very young, though your father, Thranduil, would know me."
"Not fondly," Radagast whispered to Bilbo on his left. The old Hobbit smiled. The King of Mirkwood had a tendency to jump to conclusions, especially about strangers.
"Where are they?" Gimli asked, none too kindly.
"I'm not entirely sure," Avanwë admitted. "I do know that whoever goes looking for them will find themselves facing danger unknown in Middle-Earth. I suggest, Elrond, the solution you agreed on the last time a Council like this was faced with a hard decision. A small group, big enough to fight their way through peril whilst small enough to be unnoticed."
"I agree," Elrond said, a little reluctantly. Their last such Quest had come so close to complete failure so many times. Could they do it again?
Gandalf was the first to step forward as a volunteer. He was a close friend of the Hobbits and hadn't had a moment's peace of mind since finding out they were missing. He'd though the War of the Ring to be his final task in Middle-Earth, but he knew it was quite possible this journey would lead them far out of Middle-Earth.
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli all stood up at the same time, only milliseconds after Gandalf. Members of the original Fellowship of the Ring, they weren't about to abandon their friends. Over-familiar with danger of all kinds, they were ready for anything, or so they thought.
Faramir paused a moment, but then stood, as well. He knew the danger of such a Quest. His brother, Boromir, hadn't returned alive from one like it. He knew the Hobbits, of course. Frodo and Sam he had met on their way to Mordor, Pippin when he had returned to Minas Tirich, and Merry in the Houses of Healing, where he had met Eowyn. He was ready to follow his brother's example.
Eowyn stood only shortly after her husband. Of the Hobbits, she really only knew Merry well, haven ridden with him from Rohan to the aid of a war-stricken Gondor. She'd always loved adventure as much as her brother. In fact, if he hadn't been so worried about his country and his people, Eomer would have joined the group, as well.
Seeing that this was his chance, Bergil rose. He expected some form of rejection or at least surprise from Elrond, but he received none. Elrond could see the boy's resemblance to Pippin almost immediately, and knew it was useless to object. Gandalf, at least, would support the boy, and that was enough.
Avanwë, the mysterious Elf who knew more than anyone else about what lay ahead, remained standing. She knew they would need her help, sooner or later, and was glad to offer it.
Elrond glanced around the room. No one else seemed ready to volunteer, and he knew nine to be a good number. Or perhaps that was simply his excuse, for, when the Council ended, nine members there were: Avanwë, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Faramir, Eowyn, Bergil, and Elrond.
Disclaimer: Lord of the Rings still isn't mine.
Author's Note: Okay, so this chapter is short. Oh, and so you don't bother trying to figure it out, Avanwë is not Elvish so I do not have a translation.
"Those who are quite content sit around and do nothing. It is those who are not quite content who are the sole benefactors of the world."
–Another smart guy whose name I can't remember (and by the time I remember his name, I won't remember which thing he said.)
Chapter Two
The Council of Elrond, Take Two
"Quite down, quiet down, everyone," Elrond announced. No such thing happened. With over fifty people there, including Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Gimli, Gandalf, Eomer, Eowyn, Bergil, Faramir, Radagast, Bilbo, Erestor, and, of course, Elrond, everyone was pretty loud.
Elrond tried again, and then turned to his right, to and Elf named Avanwë. "QUIET!" she yelled. Everyone did.
"Thank you, Avanwë," Elrond said, smiling grimly. "All of you know why we're here. We don't really know much more, however. We don't know where the Hobbits were taken, or why."
"I think I might," Avanwë said, rising.
"Who're you?" Gimli asked.
"Your friend has the answer to that, Gimli, son of Gloin," the Elf answered mysteriously.
"I do?" Legolas asked. For the first time since Gimli had met him, the Elf looked surprised.
"Okay, so maybe you don't remember me. I'm not all that surprised. I rarely visited Mirkwood, and didn't stay long even then. It was a long time ago. You were very young, though your father, Thranduil, would know me."
"Not fondly," Radagast whispered to Bilbo on his left. The old Hobbit smiled. The King of Mirkwood had a tendency to jump to conclusions, especially about strangers.
"Where are they?" Gimli asked, none too kindly.
"I'm not entirely sure," Avanwë admitted. "I do know that whoever goes looking for them will find themselves facing danger unknown in Middle-Earth. I suggest, Elrond, the solution you agreed on the last time a Council like this was faced with a hard decision. A small group, big enough to fight their way through peril whilst small enough to be unnoticed."
"I agree," Elrond said, a little reluctantly. Their last such Quest had come so close to complete failure so many times. Could they do it again?
Gandalf was the first to step forward as a volunteer. He was a close friend of the Hobbits and hadn't had a moment's peace of mind since finding out they were missing. He'd though the War of the Ring to be his final task in Middle-Earth, but he knew it was quite possible this journey would lead them far out of Middle-Earth.
Aragorn, Legolas, and Gimli all stood up at the same time, only milliseconds after Gandalf. Members of the original Fellowship of the Ring, they weren't about to abandon their friends. Over-familiar with danger of all kinds, they were ready for anything, or so they thought.
Faramir paused a moment, but then stood, as well. He knew the danger of such a Quest. His brother, Boromir, hadn't returned alive from one like it. He knew the Hobbits, of course. Frodo and Sam he had met on their way to Mordor, Pippin when he had returned to Minas Tirich, and Merry in the Houses of Healing, where he had met Eowyn. He was ready to follow his brother's example.
Eowyn stood only shortly after her husband. Of the Hobbits, she really only knew Merry well, haven ridden with him from Rohan to the aid of a war-stricken Gondor. She'd always loved adventure as much as her brother. In fact, if he hadn't been so worried about his country and his people, Eomer would have joined the group, as well.
Seeing that this was his chance, Bergil rose. He expected some form of rejection or at least surprise from Elrond, but he received none. Elrond could see the boy's resemblance to Pippin almost immediately, and knew it was useless to object. Gandalf, at least, would support the boy, and that was enough.
Avanwë, the mysterious Elf who knew more than anyone else about what lay ahead, remained standing. She knew they would need her help, sooner or later, and was glad to offer it.
Elrond glanced around the room. No one else seemed ready to volunteer, and he knew nine to be a good number. Or perhaps that was simply his excuse, for, when the Council ended, nine members there were: Avanwë, Gandalf, Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli, Faramir, Eowyn, Bergil, and Elrond.