A/N: Here's the next chapter.
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The next few days where pretty eventful for Elphaba and Fiyero. The day after they arrived they had been called into Lord Elrond's study. They told him their story. How she had become the witch, how she faked her death and escaped through The Clock of the Time Dragon with Fiyero, and ended up in the forest. They felt they could trust him.
"You are both to attend the council that will be held when Frodo is strong enough to be present." Elrond had said.
Frodo had woken up a day after Elphaba, Fiyero, Strider and the hobbits had arrived, and he was up and walking the day after. That day there had been a great feast in honor of him.
The council was to be held that next day. People had been arriving from all over Middle-Earth to attend.
"I don't need a new dress." Elphaba protested as the seamstress tried to take her measurements.
"My Lady, you can not attend the council in that old thing." She replied. "Now stand still."
"How are you even gonna finish it on time?" Elphaba asked.
"If I can get your measurements now it will be done by tomorrow mornig." The maid replied impatiently.
"No. Bright. Colors." Elphaba said slowly, reluctantly standing still. Fiyero softly laughed at her.
"No bright colors." The seamstress agreed. She got the measurements she needed and left the room.
"Fae, whats wrong with getting a new dress?" Fiyero asked.
"It reminds me too much of when Glinda tried to give me a make-over." Elphaba said tears welling up in her eyes.
"Shh, love." Fiyero comforted, holding her in his arms. She buried her face in his chest.
"I love you, Yero."She whispered .
"I love you, too" He kissed the top of her head.
"What did I do to deserve you?" Elphaba whispered looking into his eyes.
"You where just you, Fae." He said. "Strong, intelligent, and beautiful." He kissed her lips softly.
"You don't have to lie to me Fiyero. I'm not beautiful."She said looking down at the floor. Fiyero lifted her chin so she was looking at him again.
"Yes you are, and I don't care how many times I have to say it before you believe me."
The next morning
Elphaba was the first to wake up. She usually was. She stared at Fiyero's sleeping form. She traced her fingers over the blue diamonds tattooed on his chest.
"Good morning, my love." He whispered. Elphaba jumped a little. She hadn't noticed that he had woken up.
"Good morning." She said looking into his blue eyes(I think they are blue).
"What time is it?" Fiyero asked.
"I don't know." She said continuing to trace her finger over his tribal markings. "Does it matter?"
"No." He started kissing her neck.
"Not now, Yero." She whispered slowly pulling away. She grabbed her nigth gown, and pulled it on. Fiyero pouted.
"Why not." He asked playfully.
"You got enough last night." She replied smiling at him. She stood up and walked over to the window and looked out. "It's so beautiful." She whispered.
"Not as beautiful as you." Fiyero replied. Elphaba didn't say anything she just stood there. Fiyero got out of bed and quickly put his pants on. He walked over to her and wrapped his armed around her slim waist. She leaned into his chest and closed her eyes.
"What suprises me is that no one has commented on my skin since we got here." Elphaba said after a vile, opening her eyes.
"Maybe they don't care." He replied. Then there was a knock on the door and a maid entered. She was carrying a bundle of fabric in her arms. She lay it on the bed and left the room. Elphaba walked over to it. She lifted up a beautiful midnight blue dress from the bundle. She put it on and turned around to face Fiyero. The dress hugged her every curve, and vent beautifully with her emerald skin. The neckline and the end of the huge sleeves where lined with silver tread. Fiyero was speech-less.
Later at the council
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old." Lord Elrond started. "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 fate--this one doom." He gestured to a pedestral in the middle of the circle. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Frodo stood up slowly from his chair and placed a small golden ring on the pedestral.He sat down again. Elphaba stared at the ring. She heard a voice whispering in her head.
"If you take me to my master, I'll help you." It whispered. "I'll help you get you dear Gilinda back." Elphaba shook her head trying to get the voice out of her head.
"Fae, what's wrong?" Fiyero whispered.
"Nothing." She whispered back. Fiyero let it go and looked at the ring. He would ask her later.
"So it is true..." A man whispered.
"The Doom of Men" Another man whispered. The man who spoke first slowly stood up and walked towords the ring.
"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.
"Boromir!" Elrond said loadly. and the man jumped away. Gandalf, the old man sitting next to Frodo jumped up and started shouting.
"Ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." The sky darkened and the whole council winced. Elrond put his head in his hands.One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them, One Ring to bring them all and, in the darkness, bind them
"Never before has any voice uttered the words of the tongue here in Imladris." Lord Elrond said.
"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is altogether evil." Gandalf said sitting down again.
"It is a gift!" The man called Boromir said. "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." Strider said. "The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir asked. Suddenly a blond elf stood up. He had an angry look on his face.
"This is no mere ranger." He said. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Elphaba had no idea what this meant, but she saw in Boromirs eyes that it meant something. There was a look of disbelief in his eyes.
"Aragorn?" Boromir said turning towards Strider. "This... is Isildur's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Gondor." The elf said. Elphaba stared at Strider, or Aragorn as she knew him as now. Fiyero, and Frodo looked suriprised as well.
"Havo dad Legolas" Aragorn said and the elf sat down. Sit down Legolas
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." Boromir said and sat down.
"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf said.
"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond said
"What are we waiting for?" A dwarf asked. He grabbed his axe, and aproched the ring. "ARGH!!" He brings his axe down hard on the ring, but is thrown back, falling on the ground. The shards of the axe lays around the unharmed ring.
"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." Lord Elrond said. "One of you must do this."
"One does not simply walk into Mordor." Boromir said. "Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!" Legolas stands up.
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?" He said "The Ring must be destroyed!" The dwarf Gimli leaps to his feet.
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?!" He yells. Boromir stands.
"And if we fail, what then?! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!" He asked.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli roared. All the other elves jumpes up and started shoating. "Never trust an elf!" Gandalf rises to his feet.
"Do you not understand that while we bicker among ourselves, Sauron's power grows?! None can escape it!" He said.
"You'll all be destroyed!" A man yelled. Elphaba looks at Frodo who is staring at the ring. Suddenly he stands up and walkes over to the pedestral.
"I will take it!" He calls. "I will take it!" Everyone stopped arguing and looked at him. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though.. I do not know the way." Gandalf walked towards Frodo.
"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear." he said putting a hand on hi shoulder. Aragorn stands up and kneels before Frodo.
"If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." He said. "You have my sword." Legolas walked towards Frodo.
"And you have my bow." He said. Gimli walks over.
"And my axe!" He said. He and Legolas glares at each other. Boromir slowly approached Frodo.
"You carry the fates of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done." He said. Elphaba stood up.
" Fae, what are you doing?" Fiyero asked grabbing her arm."
"I wan't to do something good for once." She whispered back. "Frodo, I don't know what I'm doing here, and I don't really know whats going on, but this is what I have to do. I'll go with you if you will let me." She said. Frodo opened his mouth to reply but was stopped when Boromir started speaking.
"We can't have a woman with us." He said harshly.
"Why not, Boromir." Elphaba said angrily.
"No woman would understand the danger." He replied.
"I've been through a lot more than you'll ever know." She replied, staring at Boromir.
"I would love for you to come, Elphaba." Frodo said. Breaking the staring contest that seemed to be going on between Boromir and his new friend.
"Thank you, Frodo." She said smiling at him.
"I'm coming as well." Fiyero said standing up.
"Heh!" Sam suddenly emerged from behind some bushes and stands beside Frodo. "Mr. Frodo is not goin' anywhere without me!"
"No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Elrond said, slightly amused
"Wait! We are coming too!" Merry and Pippin said running out of their hiding place to stand next to Frodo.
"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry said crossing his arms.
"Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest... thing." Pippin said.
"Well that rules you out Pip." Merry said looking at Pippin.
"Eleven companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond said.
"Great! Where are we going?" Pippin asked. Elphaba laughed.
A/N: This is the longest chapter I've written. Please, Please, Please review. I've already started the next chapter, so it will probably be up sometime next week.