A/N Thank you for the views and the continued support in reviews. I hope you like this chapter. Please review.
Disclaimer- I don't own The Lord of The Rings.
Elrond stands. "You have only one choice. The ring must be destroyed."
I quietly sigh. So there is a way, this is wonderful news.
Boromir does not think this way though, but in fear of Gandalf he stays quiet.
"Then what are we waiting for?" One of the dwarves demands, standing and grabbing his axe. He runs at the table and brings the axe down on the ring with the full force of his strength.
As soon as his axe touches the ring, he is blown backwards and dust fills the air. When it clears, I see the shattered remains of his axe, but not a dent on the ring.
"The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Gloin, but any craft that we here posses." Elrond states "it was crafted in the fires of Mount. Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken into the heart of Mordor and cast back into the fire from whence it came! One of you must do this."
There is silence again. One of us? Going to, Mordor? No one comes out of Mordor alive!
I hear a sigh and see Boromir getting ready to speak. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. It's black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The great eye is ever watchful."
I look around the group of us only to see the same expressions written across everyone's face. Determination, anger, and fear.
"It is a barren wasteland, filled with fire and ash. The very air you breath is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this! It is folly!" He continues
My brother stands again. "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?" He asks angrily, looking around the group "The ring must be destroyed!"
"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it then?" Asks Gimli sarcastically
"And if we fail, what then?" Boromir asks jumping to his feet "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"
Gimli stands, rather ungracefully. "I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an Elf!"
That does it. Every elf in the circle leaps to their feet, including me. We are joined by all dwarves and men as chaos breaks loose.
"Take that back!" Lavas yells as she starts towards the dwarves
Everyone is arguing. Who should take it? What if we fail? Blames are placed on others for who knows what.
Suddenly I see Frodo stand in the corner of my eye and I turn to look at him. He says something, his eyes full of decision, but he is drowned out by the shouting.
He repeats himself louder and I hear it, not wanting to believe.
"I will take it!" He yells, some turn to look at him but most continue their rants.
"I will take the ring to Mordor!" He yells loud enough for all to hear.
Every eye is on him now.
"Though I do not know the way." He finishes quietly
All is silent for a moment.
Gandalf steps toward him. "I will help you bare this burden, as long as it is yours to bare." He says reassuringly.
Aragorn takes a pace forward and looks down at Frodo. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." He says kneeling before him briefly, then standing behind him.
I feel my brother move beside me as he too steps forward. "And you have my bow."
No. I will not loose him to this madness! He has been on mission after mission. Only being home for short periods before once again being sent out. All of middle earth depends on this quest it could use every but of help it gets.
I make a split second decision.
"And mine as well, should it be of need." I say, stepping forward. My brother, and several others, open their mouths as if to refuse me, but one look at my face stops them all.
"And my axe!" Gimli says loudly, "I'm not letting one, let alone two, elves on this mad quest without the protection if a dwarf!"
Boromir starts forward. "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this be the will of the council then Gondor will see it done."
"Hey!" Yells a voice and Sam, another hobbit, rushes out from one of the bushes surrounding the area. "Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me." He stands near Frodo crossing his arms over his chest like a child.
Elrond looks on the verge of a smile. "No indeed, it is nearly impossible to separate you. Even when he is called to a secrete council and you are not."
"Wait! We're coming too!" Yells another voice as the last two hobbits run from behind the stone columns from where they were hiding.
"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" One says
"Besides," reasons the youngest, Pippin, "You need people of intelligence for this sort of mission, quest, thing." He says, nodding with each word.
"Well that rules you out Pip." The other, Merry, murmurs.
"Ten companions." Elrond says quietly, then declares "You will be the fellowship of the ring!"
"Great." Pippin says "Where are we going?"
"I don't see why I'm allowing this." Legolas sighs two days later.
We are preparing to leave and he is hating every moment.
"You're allowing this," I reason "because you know I will only follow you if you don't allow me to go."
"No, you would be under the watch of Medlin and Lavas." He counters weakly, knowing he's loosing this battle
"You know I could distract them." I reply "I would get away from them and follow the fellowship. I wouldn't let you know of my presence until we were so far away from everything that you wouldn't dare send me back on my own."
"What if you are injured?" He asks angrily "What do you think father would do if I let you get hurt?"
"You know I can hold my own in a fight! You trained me! Your the best archer in the guard. I was also trained by the best swords-man in Mirkwood." I say "You are just worried, as you should be, but this is war. The hobbits are going and contributing. They are allowed to fight for their home, for their friends, for all of Middle Earth! What is different about my wanting to as well?"
He doesn't reply and I know I've won. What I don't know, is that our conversation, my argument, was heard by other ears as well.
My brother has given Medlin and Lavas specific instruction for what to tell father and they are now little more than specks on the horizon.
I remember Lavas approaching me just before they left.
"Get that dwarf for me will you? He needs to be taught a lesson. Much too proud for his own good." She had said jokingly
I had told her that I would and I smile at the memory.
We are to leave in a few moments and I am completely ready. I am dressed in traveling clothes, though different ones than I started this journey in. What I wear now is made especially for traveling long distances. Is is thicker material to maintain a warm temperature in cold weather, but still made as light-weight as silk.
I wear a long-sleeved brown shirt with a long dark green tunic over it. I have dark brown leggings with boots of the same color pulled up to the knee. The only other new addition is a long dark green cloak over my shoulders. I have my quiver of arrows and my bow on my shoulders as well. The last thing I carry is a small satchel that I wear on one shoulder, the strap goes over my head and the bag rests on my hip. It contains some food and other supplies that might be needed.
My brother is dressed a bit similarly and carries his weapons as well.
"Nauriell, time to leave." He reminds me. He looks determined, and nervous. Not only could this quest kill him, it could kill me as well and he will feel responsible.
As we make our way to the gates I shudder. This is bigger than me. Bigger than any of us.
I see the others waiting at the gate. When we arrive Elrond sends us on our way with a few words of warning and farewell. This is it.