Chapter 3- The meeting
After a long wait on my part the meeting that every guest here had been called for started. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old" began Elrond. "You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor." He paused to let it sink in. "Middle earth is on the very brink of destruction, none can escape it. We must unite, or we will fall." 'Cheery as usual' I thought to myself. "Bring forth the ring Frodo." The hobbit I had been, for lack of better words, looking out for stepped forward.
I had had an inkilling of who he was, but now I was certain. This was Frodo Baggins, nephew of Bilbo Baggins. The quest for the lonely mountain was another important quest I had been looking out for. It had been me who gave Gandalf the idea of going to Beorn's house. If this hobbit was to embark on this quest, I sincerely and honestly hoped he had inherited many of his uncles traits.
Then he put the ring on the table. I managed to fight back an urge to go try and rip that thing to shreds, or die trying. It hadn't had anything to do with me, but no-one has a greater cause to hate-no despise- Sauron more than me.
"So it is true" Borimer of Gondor whispered. I had made a note of knowing every important person of nobility, and important people in their lives. You can never not recognise too many people, or you never know when you're in danger. He continued. "I had a dream. I saw the eastern sky grow dark, but in the west a pale light lingered. Voices were crying that doom was upon us." He stood up and slowly paced towards the ring. He outstretched his hand and went to pick it up.
The sky grew dark as night, and thunder rumbled. "Borimer no!" Elrond shouted. A voice full of malice fell upon the air, chanting in a language that I didn't understand. This was immediately countered by Gandalf. "Ash naz timbratu, ash naz ractatu, rue shahusee britkaku!"
"Never has that tongue been spoken in this part of middle earth and never should again." uttered Elrond. Goosebumps stood up on the back of my neck and on my forearms. I had heard that tongue be spoken many times, though I didn't know what any of it meant. " I apologise" said Borimer. "But the ring is a gift. Why not use the ring against Sauron? Let us use it against him!" he exclaimed.
"You can not use it against him- none of us can!" A ranger told him. It was a relief to say the least. I had been the one expected to defuse such a situation if necessary, as a promise to Gandalf. I believe many called him Strider, though I had a feeling he might be Isildur's heir, heir to the throne of Gondor. I didn't care for royalty much, but as I said, they need to have an eye on them to stop them from making stupid decisions.
"The one ring answer's to Sauron alone- it has no other master." "And what would a mere ranger know of this matter?" Borimer taunted. A tall blond haired elf stood up. Another royal. Legolas, son of Thranduil, and prince of mirkwood. At least he didn't have much interest in ruling. "This is no mere ranger. This is Aragon son of Arathon. You owe him your alleigence."
"Aragon? This is Isildurs heir?" "And heir to the throne of Gondor." So another suspicion proven correct. He was Aragorn. "Hava dahd (Pronounced dad) Legolas." (sit down Legolas) Aragorn said. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." Borimer stalked back over to his seat.
"Aragorn is right," said Gandalf. "We can not use it." "Then we have no other choice," Elrond explained. "The ring must be destroyed." Everyone paused listening and looked fearfully at the ring. "Then what are we waiting for" a young dwarf roared. He jumped from his chair brandishing his heavy war axe. Several people began to stop him, but only after he had hit the ring squarely with his axe. Pieces of axe flew everywhere and the dwarf got through backwards several feet. "The ring, Gimli son of Gloin, can not be destroyed by any craft we here poesess. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fires of mount doom from whence it came. One of you must do this." Elrond explained. "One does not simply walk into Mordor." said Borimer. Heck that guy was annoying. I would kick him all the way back to Gondor, but that would be against what I valued. "The gates are guarded by more that orc's," He continued. "There is evil there that does not sleep. The great eye is ever watchful. Not with over 10 000 men could you do this. It is folly." Once again I thought I was going to have to clear this situation up. And once again, I was saved from revealing myself.
"Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond just said?!" Legolas shouted. "The ring must be destroyed!" Gimli stood up enraged. "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!" "And what if we fail" continued Borimer "what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!" "I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf" Gimli yelled. Almost everyone stood up and began to argue. "Never trust an elf" he yelled again. The commotion was unbearable. I saw Gandalf shake his head. He stood up and began to rouse at Borimer. I swear I even saw one elf through a punch at an elderly dwarf. "I will take it" Frodo said. "I will take the ring to Mordor!" No-one except I heard him. I finally decided to risk myself being seen. "Silence!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "This is exactly what Sauron wants. SILEENNNNCCCCEE!" I quickly withdrew back into the shadows. People started looking around for the man who spoke(because for some reason I've never known my voice sounds like a mans). "I will take it" Frodo repeated. "I will take the ring to Mordor!" Everyone turned around to look at the small hobbit. "Though" he said uncertainly "I do not know the way."
"I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins, as long it is yours to bear." Gandalf walked up to him and put his hand on Frodo's shoulder. "By my life or death I will protect you. You have my sword." Aragorn knelt at the hobbits feet. "And my bow" Legolas said walking towards him. "And my axe!" exclaimed Gimli, standing by the hobbit. "You carry the face of us all little one." Borimer walked up. Kran(f**#k) I muttered under my breath. One of my native languages is a language called Vianliz, and I try to learn the swears in most languages anyway. This guy was going to cause trouble, I just knew.
"Hey!" A fat hobbit sprinted out of the bushes. I had heard him there, but knew that there was no point in telling Gandalf and Elrond he was there. "Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me" he stated stubbornly. "No indeed it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summound to a secrect council and you are not" Elrond explained, still startled because the hobbit had run out from right next to him. "Oi! we're coming to!" Two more hobbits ran from behind some pillars. "And you'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us" a curly blond haired one stated. "Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing.' The equally curly brown haired one said. "Well that rules you out pip." the blond one said.
"Nine companions" Elrond said. "So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring." It sounded a bit like a finale. "Great" the brown haired one said. "Where are we going?" I mentally sighed. This was going to be a long hard slog across middle earth.
thankyou for waiting! I hoped you liked the chapter. Believe it or not I'm going away again so you might not see another chapter for at least a week. Thankyou for reading! 7doom.
