Chapter 15: The Fellowship Formed

Sorry I didn't update sooner! School was brutal up till now


A few more days passed and Gandalf noticed new faces in Rivendell. Among them was an Elf Prince of Mirkwood, a Dwarf from the Lonely Mountains, and a Lord of Gondor.

Soon after they were all situated in the House of Elrond, a council was held. All the guests were present, save three of the four Hobbits and Bilbo.

"Guests of far, friends of old; you have been summoned to this council to discuss the threat of Mordor," Elrond began. Looking at Frodo, Elrond beckoned him to the podium. "The Ring, Master Hobbit."

Frodo nodded and stood. He walked to a small table next to Elrond and placed the ring on it. Apprehension filled the council.

"So, this is it," someone said. Gandalf looked towards the Boromir son of Lord Denathor. But he did nothing. Gimli, a dwarf, stood and raised his axe.

"Well, we all came here to discuss this symbol of our destruction, haven't we?" He shouted, swinging his axe over his head and bringing it down with a mighty force.

Gimli fell backwards and Gandalf heard an intake of breath next to him. Looking at Frodo, he noted that Frodo's face was contorted in pain.

"Frodo?" Gandalf asked. Frodo shook his head, dismissing Gandalf's worry.

But Gandalf did worry. It seemed like Sauron was Voldemort personified, but with great differences. Indeed Gandalf knew that Sauron was worse. She had existed longer, killed thousands more than Voldemort had, and her ring, though Frodo was able to get this far, was affecting him with a great force.

"We cannot destroy this ring by any weapon we here possess, Master Gimli." Elrond said, he was about to continue when Boromir stood.

"Friends, why see this as a curse? Why not see it as an opportunity?"

"You cannot wield it," Aragorn spoke. Boromir turned toward him, bewildered. "None of us can. The Ring answers to Sauron alone."

Boromir glared at Aragorn, "And what would a mere Ranger know of this?"

Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, stood. "This is no mere ranger, Boromir son of Denathor: he is Aragorn son of Arathorn, your future King."

Boromir looked from Legolas to Aragorn. "Gondor has no king," Boromir sneered moments later, walking back to his seat. "Gondor needs no king." With that, Boromir sat, trying to sooth his enragement.

"There is but one solution: the ring must be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom."

The council grew silent.

"One just doesn't go walking into Mordor: the Eye of Sauron is ever seeing. The gates are guarded by more than orcs and that alone. There is also the Nine."

"Did you hear nothing Lord Elrond just said?" Legolas shouted. "The ring must be destroyed—"

"And I suppose you're the one to do it?" Gimli bellowed.

They are getting restless, Harry…

Gandalf stared at the Ring and felt a burning sensation in his head. Frodo gasped, and clutched his shoulder.

Gandalf ignored Sauron's voice and began trying to talk sense into Boromir.

"I'LL TAKE IT!!!" The council stopped arguing amongst themselves and looked at Frodo. Gandalf looked at Frodo with pain that still harbored in his heart. Frodo did not know that he had volunteered to have the wait of the world on his shoulders like Gandalf had before him.

"I'll take it to Mordor," Frodo said. The council stared at him and Gandalf nodded. "I will guide you as the Ancient Wizards guided the younger ones." Gandalf stood behind Frodo.

Frodo smiled and Aragorn joined him, "With my life, I will protect you, Master Baggins. You have my sword." With that, Aragorn stood next to Gandalf.

"And my bow," Legolas said, taking his place on the other side of Gandalf.

"And my axe," Gimli said, next to Legolas. Boromir walked to them slowly. Looking around, he nodded.

"You carry the fate of us all, Little One," he said to Frodo. Looking around at the others, Boromir joined his place among them behind Gimli.

"Oi!" Sam ran in and stood on Frodo's left. "Mr. Frodo won't go anywhere without me."

"Obviously, since it is nearly impossible to separate you," Elrond joked, smiling a little.

"Hey! We're going too!" Merry and Pippin ran and joined them as well (Merry was on Frodo's right).

"After all," Pippin said. "You'll need people with intelligence to send on this adventure…quest….thing."

Merry glared at Pippin. "That might just count you out, Pippin."

Elrond looked at the group, "Nine companions protecting the Ring…Nine Riders looking for the Ring…Well, You are now the Fellowship of the Ring


Char: This as a good plot but I have got to ask you this Akselaz is this hhr because it doesn't look like hhr to me

The answer to this is that it is hhr, but it isn't a romance; more a drama. I realized that I placed this under Romance; my apologies. You can find this story now under Drama (obviously).