Hi, here is the next chapters. I do not think there is much to warn about. Exept for the evil from the ring...
I would like to thank Phantom Bard for reviewing again. Thanks for the help.
And I would like to thank Ted200 for following this story.
I do not own anyone :( Yet I may make someone further along in the story.
Hope you enjoy.
The counsil started, and the dwarves began talking about the history, and the present, of things that were happening near their land. Then Elrond began talking about the Rings of Power, how they were forged, and about Sauron. About the history of the One Ring. As Elrond was talking Faramir was listening attentively, murmuring to himself
"So. That must be Isildur's Bane." Faramir felt a sense of evil growing, and he shivered, looking up at the sun that seemed to be giving no warmth. The blond elf, who sensed the evil too, watched as Faramir covered his arm in a gesture that seemed to be protective.
Faramir stayed silent, watching carefully all that happened around him, till Elrond turned to Frodo
"Frodo son of Drodo. Bring out the ring."
Frodo, one of the Hobbits that Faramir had seen, slowly stood, walking towards the pedestal in the center of the chairs as if in a haze. As he put it down, the sense of evil that Faramir had been feeling doubled, causing him to gasp slightly, and close his eyes.
Elrond who was watching him, frowned in concern, he could feel the evil in the ring, certainly, but it wasn't as strong as what Faramir seemed to be feeling. He stared at Faramir, willing him to look up, and to his surprise he did look up into Elrond's eyes. The Lord of the house saw the anguish in his eyes. The fear of the ring, and he knew that it wasn't something that could be faked. He tore his eyes away, looking instead towards Aragorn.
After a minuet Faramir was able to get his senses sorted out, and shove the feeling that the ring caused to the back of his mind. He wouldn't worry about that now. He stared at the ring, going through the words of his dream in his head. He suddenly looked up, strait at Aragorn.
"Seek for the Sword that was broken" his voice was barely audible, except to the elves. Faramir slipped to the floor on his knees facing Aragorn "My Lord. My King." He ignored the murmuring of the elves and dwarves, and stayed staring at the floor. He heard steps, and then a hand on his shoulder. He tensed, then as he felt the purity from Aragorn flow into him, he relaxed. Aragorn griped him by the elbow, drawing him up
"I am not King yet, Faramir. Faramir?"
Faramir had slipped into another waking vision, the same one as before, but this time he could see the face of the king. The face of Aragorn. He came to him self suddenly, and found that he was sitting in his chair, with a glass of water by his side, and Aragorn holding his shoulder, giving him strength from his hands. Faramir, looked down, then towards Mithrandir who was smiling. A sudden voice cleared his mind
"Strider, you really are the King?"
As Aragorn nodded, Faramir mentally stored the name Strider in his mind, he forced his mind back to what was taking place
"Then the ring is yours!"
Faramir tensed, as the air grew thick, then as Aragorn shook his head, the air cleared, and he relaxed
"No Frodo. It belongs to no man, for the man would belong to it instead. It needs to be destroyed."
Frodo looked towards it "How can it be destroyed. When Gandalf put it in a hearth fire, it wasn't even warm."
Faramir looked confused looking towards Mithrandir who smiled and leaned over to him "That's what they call me. I am known by many names."
Faramir raised his brows, then looked to Elrond who was talking
"It must be thrown into Mount Doom. The only place it can be destroyed is where it was made."
At this every one jumped up and began yelling. The dwarves were yelling that they wouldn't allow the elves to take it, and the elves were yelling that they wouldn't allow the dwarves to take it. Mithrandir was yelling for quiet. The only ones who didn't jump up was the blond elf, Faramir, Aragorn, and Frodo. The blond elf and Faramir were staring at each other, the elf with distrust and Faramir with openness. Aragorn was sitting on the ground, watching the arguing with amusement, and Frodo was struggling.
Suddenly, Faramir felt a flash of pain in his head, and he slumped over, just as Frodo got up yelling
"I'll do it." his voice was so drowned out by all the other yelling that no one heard him but the three not yelling. The blond elf watched as Faramir took a deep breath, massaging his head, then turned to the yelling people. He stood up, and let out a hunter's call, bringing the place to a sudden silence. In the silence, as everyone was staring at Legolas, Frodo took a step forward
"I'll do it."
Elrond closed his eyes, as the bolt of anger from the evil in the ring rang stronger, he opened them to see Faramir slumped over, hand over his eyes, and the blond elf, eyes wide, hand to his head, watching Faramir. Aragorn, who was affected, but less then the elves or Faramir, reached over and felt his pulse, nodding his head as he felt it was strong.
Mithrandir walked over to Frodo, putting a hand on his shoulder, "I will go with you, as far as is right."
Faramir lifted his head, and blinked to clear his eyes, as Aragorn went over to Frodo as well "You have my sword."
"And my axe" Gimli, the younger dwarf, had come up to them. Faramir looked into Mitterrandir's eyes, and saw encouragement. He got up, wavering only slightly, and made his way to Frodo
"You have my sword, and bow for as long as you wish, or until death."
The blond elf came up to Frodo "I Legolas Greenleaf give you my bow."
Legolas stared hard at Faramir, but was interrupted by a yell,
"Wait for us!" Sam ran out from Faramir's hiding spot, and stood beside Frodo "You're not sending my master away with out me."
Elrond smiled, secretly relived that the Hobbit had interrupted the tenseness between the elf and stewards son. "Indeed not. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." there was another yell, and Elrond had to jump back as Pippin and Merry rushed towards them, and stood beside Sam. Merry looked up at Elrond
"We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us." Pippin nodded folding his arms
"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of… mission. Quest. Thing."
Merry tuned to him incredulously "Well, that rules you out, Pip."
The bits that are italicized are from The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring (2001) Produced by New Line Cinema.
So, what did you think? Did I go a bit overboard? Also, one think I would like to know, Do I 'head hop' in my writing?
-AFollower.