Chapter five

Noble Six's POV

Noble Six and the hobbits were looking for Kingsfoil when Strider came back with a graceful and beautiful woman beside him. They were having an argument in a foreign tongue so Six couldn't tell what they were talking about. The Spartan heard the hobbits whispering, something about the lady being an elf? Part of Six's mind wanted to call bull crap, but something about the woman radiated a mysterious feeling. When finally the fight looked over, the elf woman picked up Frodo and carried him on her horse heading for a place called Rivendell.

Frodo Baggins' POV

As he rode on the galloping horse he was scarcely aware of the elf behind him. He and the elf rode towards Rivendell, while being pursued by the ringwraiths. The Nazgul were slowly gaining ground when the white stallion made it to a river. The wraiths stopped, scared of the water. Then one of the Nazgul spoke, "Hand over the Halfling, she-elf!" Said one in his raspy voice, "If you want him, come and claim him!" Arwen spoke as she began to chant in elvish. Slowly the Nazgul crept through the water, then Frodo heard a trickle then a roar, and a wave of water came crashing down onto the ringwraiths. Then all went silent.

When Frodo awoke, he asked "where am I?" Suddenly a familiar voice cuts through the silence. "Gandalf!" Frodo cries "Yes I'm here, and you're lucky to be here too. A few more hours and you would have been beyond our aid. You have some strength in you, my dear hobbit." Gandalf replies. Frodo questions the wizard "Why didn't you meet us?" "I'm sorry Frodo, I was delayed…"

"Gandalf, what is it!" Frodo questions, "Nothing, Frodo." Sam bursts in, "Frodo, Frodo! Bless you're awake!" Gandalf speaks up "Sam has hardly left your side." We were worried about you, weren't we Gandalf!?" "Yes we were." answers a deeper voice and our Spartan steps up. Gandalf says "By the skills of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend." "Elrond replies "Welcome to Rivendell, Frodo Baggins."

Noble Six POV

November 12, 2552

Noble Six explores around the Elvin town. He comes across many elves including some training for battle. He hears whispers in the shadows; something about this planet feels off. The elves are whispering about him and he continues searching for Frodo. Eventually he comes across a room where the wizard looking man and Frodo are discussing things; He hears a question being spoken and steps inside answering the question. Momentary shock is on the hobbits face. After the reunion is over and night falls our Spartan sets off and comes upon two men. One of the men speaks up in quiet awe, "The shards of Narcil… The blade that cut the ring from Sauron's hand." The man touches the sword and cut himself. "Still sharp" The man looks at strider, "But no more than a broken heirloom." He says quickly to himself as he replaces the blade but it clatters to the floor. Six turns and walks away.

Six walks into a Library, looking for a book on the history of this world. He finds one and begins to read about the great ring and its involvement in this war. After three hours of learning in the quiet room, He begins to leave. An elf happened to be walking in, the elf wasn't looking where he was going and runs into the Spartan. "Sorry." The elf quickly apologizes, "It's okay." Replies Noble Six as he walks out.

Before he can get anywhere, Elrond stops him and asks if he could watch over a meeting tomorrow to make sure it doesn't get out of hand. "I am sure you could, prevent any, arguments…" The elf lord replied when asked by he was to do this.

November 11 2552

The meeting began at noon. Noble Six watched from a nearby roof top as introductions were being made. Elrond addresses the council "Strangers from distant lands… friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon 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…"

Elrond speaks "Bring forth the ring, Frodo." Frodo steps up and places the ring on a stone pedestal. One of the men gasps "So it is true!" An elf speaks "Sauron's ring! The ring of power!" "The doom of man!" a dwarf replies. Boromir speaks up "It is a gift! A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the steward of Gondor, held 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!" Strider steps forward "Your cannot wield it, none of us can The one ring answers to Sauron alone… it has no other master." Boromir turns around "And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Legolas stands up "This no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, you owe him your allegiance." Boromir asks in quiet disbelief "This is Isildur's heir?" "And heir to the throne of Gondor", Legolas replies. Aragorn speaks in elvish to the elf. Havo dad, Legolas (Sit down, Legolas.) The elf sits and Boromir speaks "Gondor needs no king." Gandalf speaks up "Aragorn is right, we cannot use it." Elrond says "Then you have only one choice, the ring must be destroyed."

"And I guess you think that you should be the one to do it!" Gimli replies outraged. "I will be dead before I see that ring in the hands of an elf!" A storm of argument sweeps across the room. The voices get louder and louder as the argument continues. Gandalf shouts out in an attempt to be heard but the chaos does not stop. All of a sudden a huge crash is heard and a crater is dug deep into the floor. A six foot nine behemoth steps out of the crater. Everybody was shocked into silence and Boromir fumbles for his sword. He points the archaic weapon at the Spartan and noble six knocks it across the room. Legolas shoots an arrow at six only to have it caught in the air. Frodo speaks among the dust cloud "Stop! I will take the ring to Mordor. Everybody's eyes snap towards the diminutive creature. "But I do not know the way." Boromir tries to sneak up behind the Spartan to grab his helmet but Six turns around and grabs the man's arm. "We have bigger things to worry about." The Spartan states and Gandalf speaks up. "I will help you bear this burden, as long as it is yours to bear." Aragorn also speaks. "By my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." "And my bow!" An elf speaks. "And my axe" Gimli states. Boromir speaks You carry all of our fates, little one." He pauses "If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done." All of a sudden Sam pops out of the bushes, "Mr. Frodo's not going without me!" Elrond replies "No, indeed it is hardly possible to separate you… even when he is summoned to a secret meeting and you are not." Merry and Pippin jump out of another bush. "Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to tie us up and send us home in a sack to stop us!" "Anyway, you'll need people of intelligence on this quest…mission…thing…" "Well that rules out you Pip!" Merry chuckles. "Add one more." a much deeper voice speaks. Elrond speaks, "Ten companions, so be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring!" Pippin speaks up, "Great, so where are we going," Six mentally face palms.

November 12, 2552

The fellowship says their goodbyes and is about to set off when Elrond rushes to stop them, he runs up to the Spartan and gives him two items the first of which was long silver sword, "This sword is made of mithril so it will not break, what you name it is up to you." The second gift was a small chip. "I don't know what this is but we found it in the forest north of here. We suspect it fell from the sky in a coffin shaped thing. No inhabitants were found but it looks like it could match your armor." The Spartan thanks the elder elf and leaves…

Author's note: So how's it going readers? Sorry for the lack of updates, things were busy. I am still waiting for names for the sword and I look forward to some fresh reviews, remember no flames, just criticism.