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this took so long to get out, but I sorta had writer's block, then I didn't
have time to type it up. Chapter three will be out shortly, just need to
type it.
"The Return of the Ring"
by Sierra Skymist
Chapter Two: Long Journey
The
nine ringwraiths stood before him, clothed in black robes, returned to
full power. They had newly finished their work, and waited anxiously for
their new master to inspect it. On the forge table lay nine new shining
rings, glittering softly in the dim light of the forge. Set in each of
them was a large diamond.
"Well
done, my friends," the man hissed. He looked each one over for any blemishes.
There were none. Putting the rings carefully down on the table again, he
turned toward the ringwraiths. "Go now! Should you succeed, your rewards
shall be greater than you can imagine. Go!"
Each
of the ringwraiths took a ring carefully and left the room. Moments later,
from the window, he could see them mounting their black horses and galloping
off together, a dark band of evil.
The
man laughed quietly to himself. From his pocket he took another ring, golden
and gleaming in the sunlight. It was golden, though it had no stone, and
from a glance it seemed to be an ordinary ring. But already, in the heat
of the forge-room, the ring was already showing elf-runes engraved upon
it. He held it in his hand, and it suddenly seemed to grow bigger and heavier,
and glowed of its own accord.
"My
father," he breathed softly, "Where thou has failed, I shall succeed."
And gripped with a sudden, powerful desire, he slipped on the ring, vanishing
from mortal sight.
*****
Aragorn
rolled over, then sat up quietly. Warm sunlight filtered through the curtains
hanging over the large windows. All was quiet. Beomer was asleep on the
bed next to his. He got up, and paced quietly around the room. Beomer stirred,
and rolled out of bed. He looked half-asleep in the dim light. Aragorn
reached for Anduril, and buckling his sword by his side, he looked to Beomer.
"Are
you ready?" he asked.
"Yes."
"Then
let us go to the common room for breakfast, and wait for the others."
They
walked down the spiral staircase slowly. Gandalf was already there, sitting
at the same table, sipping at a hot liquid in a mug. Aragorn and Beomer
sat down next to him, speaking no words of greeting,
Finally
Aragorn spoke. "Gandalf, you must have a reason to meet in Bree if the
danger is in Mordor, do you not?"
"Aye,
I have brought our company to Bree, for it is here the events seem to start."
Gandalf paused. "Who have you left on the throne whilst you be gone?"
"Faramir
the Chief Steward," Aragorn replied, "for he is a man of honor and can
manage well the position, given his rank."
Beomer
noted, with pride, the words Aragorn had spoken of his father. He watched
Aragorn, and Aragorn watched Gandalf, who, at the moment, seemed intent
only in drinking the scorching liquid.
A few
early risers started coming down the stairs, sitting at tables or standing
near the fireplace.
Just
then Nob came in followed by Butterbur, carrying trays laden with food:
steaming hot pancakes drowned in maple syrup, crispy bacon, and poached
eggs. They set the trays carefully on the table, then went back to get
more food to serve other travelers.
More
guests were also beginning to wake, and soon a group gathered at a table,
gossiping as usual. Some glanced at Aragorn curiously, then quickly turned
away. Legolas and Gimli, followed by Faramir and Frodo, came from their
rooms. Faramir quickly spoke to Legolas, and then, with Frodo, joined the
crowd at the other end of the common room. Legolas and Gimli made their
way over to their table.
"The
hobbits are going to check up on current gossip," said Gimli, rather disapprovingly.
"That
may prove useful," Gandalf spoke. Everyone started eating in silence. Finally,
the two hobbits came, Faramir looking rather worried, and Frodo disappointed.
"All
they are talking of is the King Elessar," said Faramir, throwing a meaningful
glance at Aragorn.
"Yes,"
Frodo piped up, "they want to know why he at a small inn at Bree, instead
of on his throne at Minas Tirith."
"I
was hoping that would not be known," Gandalf sighed. "They know not the
reason, am I correct?"
"No,
we would not tell them anything," said Frodo rather mournfully, "so they
told us to go away."
Gandalf
looked visibly relieved at that. He stroked his white beard thoughtfully.
"Well, 'tis good they no nothing of our business. Let us eat, and be soon
off."
After
breakfast, they went outside, where Nob had their horses and ponies ready,
and laden with packs. Beomer looked at wonder at Gandalf's mount.
"He
is Shadowfax," Aragorn said to him. "A king of a horse. No mount that ever
lived was swifter. He was bred at Rohan, a gift from the King Theoden,
to the Mithirandir."
"Come
now, we shall journey first to The Shire," said Gandalf, taking the lead.
Butterbur
and Nob came out to see them off.
"Goodbye,
Gandalf, Strider. I wish you well, hoping you'll stop by at The Pony someday
again," Butterbur said.
As
Nob and Butterbur watched them ride off, Nob muttered to himself, "I have
a feeling they'll be gone long before we see them ride into The Pony again."
*****
They
rode quietly eastward. Gandalf set a rather slow pace, Shadowfax walking
briskly along, Aragorn, then Beomer, behind him. Legolas rode abreast of
Gandalf, his fiery little elven horse jogging along impatiently, wishing
to go faster. Behind Legolas came Gimli, Faramir, and Frodo, all on short
shaggy ponies, trotting frantically to keep up with the larger horses'
strides. They did not talk, for the most part, as the arrangement was inconvient.
Two
days passed, and they rode up to The Shire. Gandalf stopped first at Bag
End. Sam opened the door.
"Why,
hello, Gandalf. Come in, everyone, Rose is preparing supper, and Merry
and Pippin and their families are over."
Gandalf
accepted the invitation and everyone came into the spacious hobbit hole.
Everyone sat down to a pleasant supper, with reminisces of the old days.
Afterwards, Merry, Pippin, and Sam sat down in the living room to discuss
matters with the company.
"I
would have it that I keep your sons in my service awhile longer," Gandalf
said.
At
that, Faramir and Frodo looked at each other eagerly. They had been thinking
they had come to Bad End only to be dropped off at home again. Merry noticed
their eager looks and laughed quietly.
"Remember
when we were young?" he said to Pippin.
Pippin
smiled with remembrance. "Aye, and eager for adventure. I'm sure we would
not have followed Frodo if we knew what we would be getting into."
"You
may keep Frodo with you, if he wishes to go." Sam was saying. "He is young,
Gandalf, what use will he be of you?"
"Ah,
you are forgetting your old days, Samkin. You too were young, and stubborn,
and of some use, were you not?" Gandalf smiled. "After that incident, I
like to keep a couple of hobbits around when traveling. Besides, who knows,
they may learn something, and come back home older and wiser."
"Faramir
may go also, then," said Pippin.
"I
would come, if you would let me," said Merry, mournfully.
Gandalf
but laughed, and said, "Nay, Meriadoc, you have had enough adventure for
ten lives!"
They
stayed at Bag End for the night, Sam and Pippin giving their sons instructions
about how to behave, and if a battle was going on, and not to complain…
Early in the morning they left, but even that did not discourage everyone
from waking and seeing them off. Frodo now wore The Sting by his side,
Faramir, Pippin's own elvish blade. They had gotten more provisions for
the journey.
"Take
care," said Sam, looking at Aragorn, "for I fear it will be a long journey
for you, long, and hard."
Aragorn
knelt and kissed the hobbit's brow, before mounting his horse and following
the rest.
*****
Gandalf
led the company out of The Shire, but still rode east. Finally, mid-day,
he stopped at a clearing in the forest, a rocky area. Dismounting, he walked
around the area, as if looking for something.
"See,
look," he said, showing the company a small rock cave hidden behind the
rocks. It was narrow, and seemed to lead downward, although no one could
tell for sure.
"A
mining site!" cried Gimli, surprised. "I'll bet my axe on it."
"Orcs
have been here," Legolas said. "Why would they be mining something in the
woods?"
"Gold,
they have been mining gold." Gandalf said, "Fresh gold was needed for their
purpose, a deadly purpose."
Suddenly
all was quiet. Even the birds stopped singing. A cloud of darkness seemed
to pass over the company.
"It…we
must stop them at once!" cried Aragorn, suddenly realizing what Gandalf
had been hinting at. "The ringwraiths have not fallen then, they have grown
stronger?"
Gandalf
nodded grimly. "Already nine new rings have been forged, by the ringwraiths
themselves. Orcs are gathering again at Mordor. The fires of Mount Doom
burn bright once again." He paused. "I know naught of the one who started
it, but he must be a strong lord indeed, to have stirred up all that is
evil."
Aragorn
suddenly sighed wearily. "We must warn the land. Let us go to Rivendell,
where we can get the council of the elves."
Frodo
sighed, and then said to Faramir, "It seems to me all we do is ride from
one end of the middle-earth to the other."