The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring - Nymoue's Story
I had just woken up from staying in the inn of Rivendell. How did I get here, I thought, The last thing I remember is losing control of Erikan, and riding strait into a tangle of tree branches. Oh well, I guess someone found me and brought me here. I looked to my left. There was another bed, like the one I was in, that was occupied. It was a hobbit. He was short, as usual, with short, curly, brown hair. I figured there was nothing more to see to that side and looked to my right.
There was Lord Elrond himself, accompanied by Gandalf the Gray. The elf lord smiled at me. I was so shocked I blushed and pulled the blanket over my face. Lord Elrond, I thought, is the most powerful elf known. I must be kind and graceful. I heard his voice.
"I see you are felling better. You were lying in bed for quite some time." I pulled my face out from under the covers and sat up.
"Hello, Lord Elrond, Master Gandalf. How, may I ask, have I come to be here?"
"The young elf prince, Legolas, found you lying in Mirkwood Forest. You were unconscious. He was heading here, so he took you with him."
I blushed and, again, pulled the blanket back over my head. Legolas! I have only seen him riding by in the forest. I never actually met him. The first time I saw him, I fell in love. He was so sweet. Helping a poor old woman whom had lost her basket when she stumbled over a stone. I heard a different voice. One fair, kind, gentle voice.
"Has she awoken, Lord Elrond?" It was Legolas himself!
"Yes, she has."
I decided to joke around.
"No, I have not." Legolas laughed softly. The beautiful honey-like sound played in my ears as if it were a song I could not forget.
I pulled the blanket from my whole body while sitting up. I turned and set my feet on the cold, hard stone. Standing up, I stared at him. I got lost in his sparkling, blue eyes.
When I came to, the hobbit had awoken and another hobbit had entered. This one was slightly chubbier and had light, blonde hair. He had a cheery face. They seemed to be celebrating that the first hobbit was alive. I turned, smiled at Legolas, bowed at Lord Elrond, and left.
Coming out into the sunlight, I observed everything from the sound of the great waterfall flowing nearby to the buzz of a bee flying about.
I walked to the nearest bench and sat down. A ranger came up to me, smiling. I couldn't seem to let myself take the fact that a ranger that just came up to me, smiling rationally. I scooted away from him with a horrified look on my face. He took a step forward. I scooted back. He took a step forward. I scooted back into thin air and fell on my rump. He held out a hand.
"Do you need help?" His voice was rich and smooth.
I took his hand carefully. He helped me onto my feet.
"My name is Aragorn." I immediately bowed. Aragorn was the son of Arathorn and heir to the throne of Gondor. He was Isildor's heir. I moved a lock of long, golden blonde hair out of my eyes as I came up.
"There is no need to bow before me," he said modestly, "May I have your name?"
"My name is Nymoue. I am sorry. I don't trust rangers. They beat me in my youth."
"Well, Lady Nymoue, I see you have recovered from your black out."
He smiled back. "Lord Elrond has just asked me to tell you that he would like to see you at the council about The Ring."
"It has come back?" I gasped.
"I am afraid it has. He knows you are a brave, young elf, very tough and very powerful. He would like you to attend this council. It is when the sun get just by the tower."
"You can expect to see me there."
Aragorn bowed to me and left.
After a while, walking around the outskirts of Rivendell, I looked towards the sun. Almost time to go to the council.
I headed towards the meeting area.
By the time I got there, everybody was already seated waiting to start. I took my seat beside Legolas and we began.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor," Elrond began. "Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race has been bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth The Ring, Frodo."
The hobbit from this morning approached the table in the center of the balcony and placed The One Ring upon the table. This caused a few people from the council to whisper about things I did not want to even think about.
I knew what was about to happen.
"One ring to rule them all," I whispered, "One ring to find them, one ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them." I was speaking in Black Speech. "I'm sorry," I said and buried my face into my hands.
Everyone was staring with the exception of a couple humans.
"It is a gift," a man said. "A gift to the followers of Mordor." He stood. "Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, took the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of my people, are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him."
"You cannot wield it," Aragorn has spoken up, "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?"
Legolas rose. "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
The man was startled. "Aragorn. This is Isildor's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas was clearly mad.
Aragorn spoke in elvish.
[Sit down, Legolas.]
The man headed for his seat mumbling as he went, "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king."
"Aragorn is right, we cannot use it," Gandalf ended their conversation.
"You have but one choice," Elrond continued as though nothing happened. "The Ring must be destroyed."
A dwarf jumped up. "Then what are we waiting for?"
He ran for The Ring, his axe wielded. Making a foolish attempt to smash The Ring, he wound up on his back with the blade of the axe shattered.
I noticed Frodo start twitching about as the axe came down upon The Ring. It was speaking in Black Speech.
Elrond continued. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft we, here, posses. 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."
The Ring was still specking in its Black Speech.
The man who suggested using The Ring spoke first.
"One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil 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."
I was losing my patience with him.
"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond just said? The Ring must be destroyed!"
The dwarf rose, furious.
"And I suppose you think you are the one to do it!"
The man was getting angry as well.
And what if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"
The dwarf paid no attention.
"I will be dead before I see The Ring in the hands of an elf!"
That got the other elves and I furious. Legolas was already at my side trying to hold them back. Instead of making it harder for him, I helped. The counsel had uproar.
The dwarf shouted, "Never trust an elf!"
Gandalf was getting very irritated.
"Do you not understand," he yelled even though no one listened. "While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!"
Frodo couldn't take the voice of The Ring, of Sauron. He stood. "I will take it," no one heard. "I will take it!" The arguing stopped. "Though, I do not know the way."
Gandalf was the first to step forward. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear."
Aragorn rose from his seat. "By my life or death, I can protect you. I will. You have my sword."
Legolas stepped forward. "And you have my bow."
"And mine," I said walking towards the growing crowd.
"And my axe," The dwarf said.
Surprisingly, the man stepped forward. "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this indeed is the will of the counsel, then Gondor will see it done."
The hobbit that was helping Frodo came out of the bushes.
"Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere with out me."
Elrond was surprised.
"No, indeed. It is hardly impossible to separate you even when his is invited to a secret counsel and you are not."
"Wait! We're coming too."
Two hobbits came from the door behind Elrond. I giggled at the look on his face.
"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."
"Anyways," the other hobbit said, "You need people of intelligence on this sort of mission... quest... thing."
"Well, that rules you out, Pip." The first hobbit said.
I couldn't help laughing out loud, only briefly, though.
Elrond looked at us.
"Ten Companions. So be it. You shall be The Fellowship of the Ring."
After applause, Pip, I think is his name, said, "Great. Where are we going?"