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It took me a while to type this chapter, I wanted the dialogue to be the same as it was in the movie.

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Chapter 4

Gandalf and I walked slowly to the meeting, whispering lowly to each other.

"There is a Hobbit named Frodo, he is the one who brought the Ring to Rivendell from the Shire. He will also be attending the council. Hobbits are quite amazing creatures indeed; loyal, stubborn, and honest."

"Didn't you tell me that he was attacked by a Nazgûl?"

"Yes he was, but I fear he will never truly recover from the wound."

"Is it some type of dark magic?"

Gandalf bowed his head solemnly not needing to answer my question.

"Why is all this significant?" I murmured quietly.

A small smile crossed his face and he said, "He will be the one to carry the ring to Mordor."

I looked at him incredulously; there was no way a Hobbit could possibly make it all the way to Mordor alive. It was a suicide mission.

"You do realize that even if he makes it into Mordor, the ring will have corrupted him. He will never be the same again." I stated. Gandalf sighed and a regretful look washed over his face.

"He must, for he is the only one who can."

I nodded and then went silent, we were close.

I would not be able to speak, for my voice would give me away. We reached a small courtyard. Like everything else in Rivendell, it was serene. There was a stone pedestal in the center of the courtyard, and surrounding it was a semi-circle of elegant chairs. There was one chair up against a tree that was obviously intended for the one who was in charge. There were a few Dwarves standing to the right and few Elves to the left. Gandalf had explained to me that they do not get along.

There were a couple humans as well.

Gandalf bent down by my ear.

"The man with the lighter brown hair is Boromir; he is the son of the steward to Gondor."

I nodded in understanding. However, it was not Boromir who I wanted to know about, it was the man next to him. He had a confident and strong aura. I could tell that this man had a silent strength. He must be important.

My attention left the mysterious man and darted to a certain blonde whom had just entered the room.

Well this is just bloody fantastic.

My mind was now officially on overdrive.

Why, why is it always me?

I think that I would rather face the death eaters.

Shit, now he is looking at me.

This is so awkward.

Why HIM? Why?

Thank Merlin he looked away when a short man entered. This must be the Hobbit Gandalf spoke of, Frodo I think. He looked remarkably like Harry. He had the same hair color, and his pale skin closely resembled Harry's. Glad that Legolas's attention was no longer on me, I took a seat next to the wizard. Frodo sat on the other side of Gandalf, he looked a little ill. His wound from the Nazgûl must be quite painful. Dark magic usually was.

A tall elf sat on the chair by the tree. He looked like a leader. Hell, I didn't even know him but I knew that if he gave me an order I would follow it. Then he spoke in a calm, confident voice.

"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 fate—this one doom."

The elf gestured to the pedestal and looked at the Hobbit saying, "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."

Frodo stood up and laid the Ring upon the stone structure. Everyone in the council seemed to lean forward in their seats, attempting to get a closer look.

Boromir spoke softly, "So it is true…"

Frodo walked back to his seat looking as if a large weight had been lifted from his shoulders. This Ring felt much like a horcrux. The group seemed mesmerized by the evil little object. For a moment I could hear IT whispering to me. The ring was offering me power to bring back my friends and save my home. It was almost too good to resist. I immediately formed occlumency walls to keep the voice out.

A nameless man uttered, "The Doom of Men."

Boromir rose from his seat to address the council.

"In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying: Your doom is near at hand…" He slowly made his way to the Ring, his hand reaching out slightly like he was going to pick it up. Gandalf and the "head" elf looked at each other both concerned.

"Isildur's Bane…" Boromir uttered softly.

The elf in charge flew from his chair and commanded in a loud voice, "Boromir!"

The Ring began a low, but harsh, hissing chant.

Gandalf stood and spoke in a thunderous voice.

"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."

Thunder boomed and the sky darkened. The council was in complete disorder.

When Gandalf finished the sky brightened and the council took their seats. They were completely horrified; they had never felt true evil before.

The elven leader was rubbing his forehead. The man appeared to be quite frustrated with Gandalf.

"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris!"

In a now rasping voice Gandalf addressed the elf.

"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!"

Once again Boromir spoke, "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!"

This guy would just not give up. He must have some sort of complex…

The mysterious man stood up and harshly scolded Boromir.

"You cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."

Boromir answered in kind, "And what would a ranger know of this matter."

Now Legolas stood up in the defense of the mystery man.

"This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

Well, well, I guess my intuition was correct he is important.

Boromir looked curiously to Aragorn.

"Aragorn? This…is Isildur's heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas added.

I studied Aragorn; he did have a noble manner, even if he was a little scruffy.

Aragorn looked to Legolas and said in the elfish language, "Havo dad, Legolas."

Legolas sat.

Boromir muttered "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." He then returned to his seat.

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf said.

Elrond once again spoke, "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."

A dwarf stood suddenly and announced, "Then what are we waiting for?"

He grabbed his axe and stalked up to the pedestal swing down onto the Ring. No sooner than his axe connected with the Ring, he was thrown back, his axe now in shards. The Ring rasped harshly in the

Black tongue.

Elrond sighed and moved his gaze over to the dwarf.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, 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."

I wish I had kept the Gryffindor sward with me; it worked on the horcrux's.

The Ring whispered so softly that I could barely hear it.

"Ash Nazg…."

Elrond looked up at the council, "One of you must do this."

Not even a peep…what a bunch of wimps. I swear I could hear the bloody crickets. If Harry was here he would have already volunteered. I then recalled that he was dead, anguish washing over me in waves. I missed him.

Boromir massaged the bridge of his nose and said, "One does not simply walk into Mordor. 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!"

Rubbish, it could be done, but it would require stealth. A small group may make it unnoticed.

Legolas stood, "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!"

Gimli leaped up from his seat, "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?"

Boromir, not wanting to be left out of the fray, stood as well, "And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

Gimli glared at Legolas, "I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"

Testosterone seemed to permeate the air. They all continued to argue. I could hear Gimli shout, "Never trust an Elf!". Great, why couldn't they work together on this? Their lives are quite literally at stake.

My eyes narrowed at the Ring, it was speaking, chanting, in that horrid tongue. The intensity was building; the men looked like they would draw swards at any moment. Frodo stood.

"I will take it! I will take it!"

The men stopped their arguments and turned to the Hobbit. Gandalf closed his eyes, miserable, knowing that this must happen.

"I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though—I do not know the way."

Gandalf walked somberly to Frodo.

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."

Aragorn too rose, "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will."

He then kneeled in front of the Hobbit. I was beginning to like him; he was of noble blood, yet he was humble and kind, unlike so many in my world.

"You have my sword."

Legolas stepped forward to join them, "And you have my bow."

No, just no. He can't… it's just not fair.

Why him? Aren't there any other elves that haven't walked in on me bathing?

Now I will be stuck with him for months.

Gimli, not to be out done by the elf, "And my axe!" shooting Legolas an icy glare.

Boromir also joined the group saying, "You carry the fate of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."

I took that as my cue to rise and walk before Frodo, I bowed my head and stood next to Gandalf. Thankfully, before anyone could inquire who I was another Hobbit burst out from behind the bushes.

"Mr. Frodo is not goin' anywhere without me!"

Elrond looked quite amused with the creature.

"No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not."

The Hobbit blushed sheepishly.

Then two more Hobbits jumped out from behind the pillars to join the group in the center of the courtyard.

How many of these things are here?

They must have been related because they both had the same shade of reddish blonde hair. They bought back painful memories of Fred and George.

"Wait! We are coming too!" Said the first.

The other said, "You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!"

The first Hobbit then said, "Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest… thing."

"Well that rules you out Pip." The other said.

Elrond, still looking amusedly at the Hobbits declared, "Ten companions… So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"

The Hobbit 'Pip' looked up ecstatically, "Great! Where are we going?"

I looked at Gandalf and he bid me to follow him out the door. I walked behind him for a while, thinking about how I could prevent any objections to my participation in this quest. Of course! I wanted to slap myself upside the head! It was so simple. We reached my room and sat on the chairs in the corner of the room.

"I have a solution." I announced.

Gandalf looked inquisitive as to what I was talking about.

"I borrowed some polyjuice potion from my old teacher back home; it allows me to look like someone I am not. No one would have to know that I am a girl. I took enough for a few months if I stretch it out, and I also have the ingredients to brew extra while on our journey."

Well, not exactly borrowed, but I don't think that now is the time to tell him that I stole the potion and ingredients form my death eater professor.

"That is very wise; who will you choose to look like?"

"Well, I have multiple options, is red hair a common color for humans here?"

"Common enough" Gandalf replied.

I smiled, and Gandalf rose to leave.

Before walking through the door Gandalf stopped.

"The truth will come out eventually."

"I know, but I would rather it be when I have proven myself worthy to them."

Gandalf nodded and walked away.

I took the polyjuice out of my bag along with the hair samples I had collected over the years. I had samples in plastic bags from: Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Charlie, Bill, Ginny, Luna, Remus, Tonks, Percy, and Dean Thomas.

I remembered the day when Molly decided to give everyone a fresh haircut. No one even noticed that I had pocketed enough hair from each to last me months. I wasn't called the smartest witch of my age for nothing.

I chose the baggie that had Charlie's name on it. He was strong, and had the potential to look more intimidating than the others. Putting it to the side, I readied myself for sleep, and crawled into bed.

Tomorrow would be a strange day indeed. I cannot say I looked forward to being a man.

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