Keldorian Sisters – part 3 The council

by Aug 29, 2003Stories


The days flew by in a haze of happy memories. Each day dawned with a magnificent sunrise and ended with a glorious sunset. I practiced often with Elladan and Elrohir, while Lel chattered away with Arwen and many other new friends. She would occasionally come to watch us practice, and join in, only to end having beaten us all soundly with knives. I always thought she should try other weapons, but she had her heart firmly set on knives and that was all she would fight with.

Leleni and I put on a wonderful show one day. It was something we had done since we were young. I would give Lel all of my extra knives and stand unarmed across from her. It was simple really, she would throw, and I would dodge. We had thought this up when we were young because whenever I really aggravated Lel she liked to throw things at me. One day the only thing at hand where her knives. Without thinking, she threw. Since then, I have gotten quite good at dodging projectiles. As we grew older we both got better. We always finished dramatically with me catching the last knife.

When we finished, the last knife quivering inches from my throat, the twins clapped, quite impressed. Lel just smiled as we picked up all the fallen knives.

I was happier in Rivendell then I had been in a long while. Yet, I felt something coming, like the smell of the air right before a storm. I had seen a few Shire folk running about. One especially seemed out of place. It was as if something was not quite right.


I was walking in the gardens with Arwen. The sun was blazing above us and not a single cloud dared to cross into its light. It struck the earth, robbing it of its moisture.

“Oh,” Arwen said suddenly interrupting my thoughts of weather. “There is to be a council on the morrow. You and Adriel are invited if you wish to attend.”

“A council…” I repeated, my memory straying to thoughts of the old councils my father used to hold. They were always long and rather dull. “I do not wish to go,” I said, ” but perhaps Ari would.”
The morning dawned early and bright. I woke with the sun for once, because Arwen and I were going for a ride today.

I just finished changing when my door opened and Adriel strode in, wearing long blue robes. I stifled a laugh unsuccessfully and burst into a fit of giggles. Ari waited, hands on hips.

“I was informed this morning that I was to attend a council.” My giggles stopped as her icy glare hit me. With that look she could turn the hottest desert into an freezing tundra.

“Oops!” I said quietly. “I forgot to ask.” She sighed heavily, then threw her hands up in the air.

“Only you,” I heard her murmur as she left. Once the door closed I burst into another fit of giggles. Adriel looked ridiculous in robes.


The council of Elrond
Through the Eyes of Leoglas Greenleaf Prince of Mirkwood.

At the appointed time that day, we were all called to council. I was excited to take part in something so important. As I sat down, I glanced around. To my right were the other elves from Mirkwood, and to my left were more elves. These, I presumed, were of Rivendell. Their robes were blue, unlike the itchy light brown ones I had to wear. I noticed the elf I was sitting next to, a female, was staring happily into oblivion, apparently unaware that anyone else existed at that moment. I thought it quite odd that one could do that when the matters in which we gathered were so serious.

There were also others there. Across the circle were a bunch of dwarves and off in a corner, in his usual rugged clothing, I noticed Aragorn watching as other came to fill in the empty spaces. There was also another human present, a man of Gondor. I had heard that he had come to get answers to a dream that had troubled him greatly.

Once everyone was in place Elrond began: “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 one fate, this one doom. Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.”

There was a united intake of breath, as a young hobbit stood and placed a small golden band in the center pedestal.

The man of Gondor spoke before the council: “So it is true… The doom of men… It is a gift.” He stood, “A gift to the foes of Mordor! 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!”

“You cannot wield it!” Aragorn interrupted. “None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.”

Boromir whirled angrily at this. “And what would a Ranger know of this matter?” he asked.

That was too much I stood up suddenly and retorted: “This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.”

“Aragorn?” Giving him a disbelieveing look, “This is Isildur’s heir?” he said scornfully.

“And heir to the throne of Gondor!” I finished.

“Havo dad, Legolas,” Aragorn said quietly.

As I sat I heard Boromir murmur under his breath: “Gondor has no king; Gondor needs no king.” as he also sat.

The other hobbit named Bilbo stood suddenly and burst out.

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by frost

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken:
The crownless shall again be king.

“Aragorn is right. We cannot use it,” Gandalf said choosing to ignore the comment and the retort.

“You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed,” Elrond said dramatically.

A short young dwarf stood suddenly and said: “Then what are we waiting for…” and brought the axe in his hands swishing down upon the Ring. There was a great flash and the dwarf was thrown backward. The axe lay in pieces on the pedestal. I saw the sun glinting off the Ring, which lay untouched in the center.

“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 can it 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.”

“One does not simply walk into Mordor,” Boromir stated. “It’s black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there 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!”

Without thinking again I stood. “Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?! The ring must be destroyed.”

The dwarf called Gimli also stood. “And I suppose you think you’re the one to do it.”

“And what if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?” Boromir added.

“I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf.” At that everyone stood and began to shout. “… Never trust an Elf!” he finished.

I heard a voice echoing in my mind. `Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul Ash nazg thrakatulûk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!’ It was something in the black speech something I could not understand. Yet I could hear the cruleness and power behind the disgusting words. I heard a voice say something behind me. It made me stop and look back.

I saw that it was the elf maid who had sat beside me. She was still seated in her chair. I heard her voice, barley audible above the din. “One ring to rule them all. One ring to find them. One ring to bring them all… and in the darkness bind them.”

“I will take it…” another voice said, drawing my attention. It was the hobbit Frodo. “I will take it,” he said again more loudly. Everyone paused and turned to look at him. “I will take it to Mordor.” Everyone stood shocked starring at him for several moments. “Though I do not know the way.”

“I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins,” Gandalf said, coming forward and standing behind the hobbit. “As long as it is yours to bear.”

Aragorn also came forward and kneeled in front of Frodo so that they saw eye to eye. “If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword!” He crossed to stand next to Gandalf.

“And you have my bow,” I added, also crossing.

“And my axe!” came a gruff voice behind me. I turned to see that dumb dwarf also coming forward.

Boromir came forward as well. “You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done.”

“Ere!” came a sudden noise in the bushes. “Mr. Frodo’s not goin’ anywheres without me!” I was shocked as another small hobbit ran forward.

“No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not,” Elrond responded. Everyone smiled at this.

“Hey! We’re comin’ too,” came a voice from yet another hobbit and then another appeared beside him.

“You’ll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us.”

“Anyway,” the other added, “you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission… quest… thing.”

“Well, that rules you out, Pip!” his friend commented.

“Nine companions,” Elrond said. “So be it. You shall be The Fellowship of the Ring!”

“Right!” said the hobbit the other had called `Pip’ “Where are we going?” I could hardly stop from laughing.

After the council, I headed straight back to my room. I hated wearing robes! They nearly choked me to death and were so hot. I kept thinking back to the council. I would have loved to join the Fellowship. It would be such an adventure, but I couldn’t. Not now that I knew were it would lead. I had already been to Mordor and I was not going back!

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