Tara stared at the four men seated at the table. They had answered all the questions she could think of to ask about themselves and the books. It was unbelieveable.
“Either your telling the truth or you’re all major Tolkien fanatics and have spent your entire lives studying his books.”
she had finally made her way to the cabinet and downed her tylenol; she was eagerly waiting for the drug to take effect. “Do you have Anduril?” she asked.
“Yes, but why do you ask?” Aragorn nodded.
“Because Anduril had an aura to it it the books. Noone but the heir of Isildur could weild it. If I try to hold the sword it will block me somehow. That’s the only way you can convince me that you are who you say your are.”
Gimli looked doubtful. “How do you know it won’t kill you?”
“I don’t, but you’re obviously here for a reason, and that reason will keep me safe. I just won’t be able to pick the sword up.”
“If your willing to try then I’ll allow it.” Aragorn stood and walked to the door. He unsheathed his sword and laid the blade on the table in front of Tara.
“It won’t make a difference.” Frodo’s voice came from behind them. The five at the table turned as one and stared at the hobbit. Karen sat in her wheelchair in front of the hobbit.
“Nothing here has the power it had in Middle-earth; Not even the Ring. It has become just another piece of jewelry and Anduril has become just another sword.” Karen’s words surprised everyone.
“How do you know this?” Legolas asked.
“I asked Frodo if I could see the ring. He gave it to me without hesitation. By this time he’s carried the Ring far enough that it’s become a burden to him. He shouldn’t have been able to put the It in my hand willingly. Tara has to believe because she wants to believe.” Karen look hard at her sister. “It can’t be proven that they are who they say they are.”
There was an uncomfortable silence in the room. Each person was lost in thought. None of them knew what this meant.
“Then why are they – you – here? It doesn’t make any sense.”
“Does everything have to have a reason?” Karen’s exasperated answer to her sister’s questions only made the atmosphere of the already tense situation worse.
“Hey, guys!!” Pippin marched into the kitchen followed by Merry and Sam. “Is there anything for a starved hobbits to eat in this place?”
The three walked right past their still and silent friends toward the anomoly Karen had shown them early. Sam was still rather baffled by the cold “plastic and metal” box that stayed cold all the time. While Merry and Pippin rifled through the fridge, Sam noticed the uncomfortable silence that hung in the room.
“What’s wrong?” he asked looking at each person in turn.
“I’ll tell you what’s wrong.” Pippin stuck his head around the fridge door. “There’s no mushrooms in the veggetable box.”
“No carrots either.” Merry said without showing himself. Pippin put his head back in the fridge and all could here him exclaim in surprise
“Oy! What’s this funny green apple? It’s hollow!!” At this Karen was reduced to giggles.
“That’s a bellpepper, Pippin.”