Hey, you guys! Sorry I haven't been able to update for a while, with Christmas break being over and being over loaded with homework. I hope you guys had a wonderful Christmas! And please review more! Here's chapter 3.
Arwen leads us through corridors and halls, past rooms and balconies, all intertwined like a maze. "The council starts in 5 minutes; perhaps we have some time on our hands to make it in time." Arwen says to us, a bit out of breath.
"Yeah, maybe. We should introduce ourselves!" I say, getting over enthusiastic. "I'll go first, I'm 17 years old, and my name is Liz." They all look at me like I've grown two heads, and that they were eating each other. "Sheesh, I know I'm gorgeous, but it gets a little uncomfortable when you stare." I don't know why I'm acting like this, so I decide to shut up.
"Yeah, sure." Rachel says. "Did you eat something on the way out?…or did you drink something?" I look at her with wide eyes. "Why would you think that?" "Whatever."
We continue down the hall until Arwen suddenly stops and leads us into a wide room. It's outside, and chairs are arranged in a half circle around a small table. A throne like chair stands behind the small table and facing the half circle.
People are entering one by one. "Liz, you sit over there." Arwen points to a chair on my left. I hear her pointing out directions to Rachel and Becca for their chairs. Then I meet my neighbor, and I am not at all expecting what I see.
It's another elf, and an attractive one to. He has long blonde hair, with one braid in the center and two little braids at the sides, the rest falling loosely. He has clear blue eyes, and is wearing a green tunic with brown leather boots.
He smiles at me as I sit down. I blush. "Hello, my lady. Fine morning." He says kindly. "Er-hi." I mentally slap myself, I am such an idiot. "I'm Liz." "Legolas." "Nice to meet you. And, just as a reminder…what is the council even about?"
"It is about the One Ring and how we should deal with it. I speak for King Thranduir." Legolas explains. "Oh, yeah! Thanks." I say, trying to make it sound as if I had already known. I have a look around. Rachel is over there, by a group of men. She looks rather uncomfortable and her red hair looks out of place. Heck, she looks out of place.
I look to my right to see Becca, for she is an elf. What are they, racist? I notice the groups are organized by race, and I was in the elf section. Then Lord Elrond walks into the room. Every body hushes.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you've 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. Bring forth The Ring, Frodo."
A dark haired man as short as my waist stands and sets The Ring on the small table. I peer down at it, it isn't big and fancy, it's small and simple. A simple gold band.
A man stands up suddenly and starts walking towards The Ring. "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. Isildur's Bane is found.' Isildur's bane…"
He reaches out as if to take the ring, but then Elrond stands up and shouts, "Boromir!" "Ah, but it is gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor." Boromir walks around the table, looking at every body. "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."
Another man, with dark hair and a bit of stubble, speaks up, "You cannot wield it, none of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master." "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir scoffs. Legolas jumps out of his seat next to me, and I start.
"This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, and you owe him your allegiance." Boromir stares in shock at Aragorn. "Aragorn. This is Isilur's heir?" he asks in awe. "An heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas adds, looking a little smug.
"Sit down, Legolas." Aragorn says in a foreign tongue. And I understand it. Weird. He tries to continue, only to be interrupted by Boromir. "Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king." Boromir then sits down, glaring at Aragorn.
"Aragorn is right, we cannot use it." States an old man with a staff. "You have only one choice, The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond says. A dwarf with ginger hair stands up and growls, "Well, what are we waiting for?" then he promptly charges towards the Ring, and smashes down with his axe. The axe shatters into bits. The Ring sits, not a scratch.
"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 it can be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this." Says Elrond.
I look at him with wide eyes. What? "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded with more than just Orcs. There is evil there, that does not sleep. The Great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men you could do this. It is folly." Boromir says, shaking his head.
Legolas stands up yet again. "Did you hear nothing Lord Elrond just said? The Ring must be destroyed!" Then Gimli stands and says, "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" "And if we fail, what then? What happens if Sauron takes back what's his?" Boromir says hotly.
"I will be dead before I see The Ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli shouts. Then all heck breaks loose. All the elves stand up and start shouting at the dwarves, yes, including me. The men also got to their feet, and it was just chaotic.
"I will take it! I will take the Ring into Mordor!" every body turns to look at Frodo. "Though I do not know the way." The old man stands and looks at Frodo kindly. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." Frodo looks up at him thankfully.
"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." Aragorn says, kneeling before Frodo. "And you have my bow." adds Legolas, stepping forward. "And my axe." Gimli states, causing Legolas to roll his eyes.
What am I supposed to do? "And you have my magic." I say, speaking for the first time. "And ours to." says Rachel, dragging Becca behind her. Then Boromir walks forward, and says, "You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."
"Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!" three hobbits come running out of what appear to be hiding places. "It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Elrond says, surpassing a smile.
"Or us!" a blonde hobbit stated. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us." They went up to Frodo. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest, thing." The brunette one chirps. I hid a smile with my hand. "Well that rules you out, Pip." said the blonde.
"12 companions." Elrond states. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of The Ring." Pip looks around, as happy as can be, and says, "Great, where are we going?" I can't help it this time, I laugh. A long, loud one at that. Every body looks at me, startled. "Oh, the irony! He doesn't even know!" I choke.
"You shall leave in three days time." Elrond says. How do I get myself sucked into these things?