Fan Fiction ❯ Enchanted Hearts ❯ The Journey Begins ( Chapter 2 )

Disclaimer: I do not, nor ever will I own anything that pertains to Lord of the Rings (even though I wouldn't mind owning Legolas :P). The Lord of the Rings belongs to J.R.R Tolkien and the director of the movies, what's his name. Oh, and the spells and such belong to the makers of Slayers.

 

Also I apologize for not pointing this out earlier. I use a lot of Japanese in my stories because I am obsessed with the language. So some of the things, mostly names and stuff, are probably in Japanese. For example the horses name, Kiyoshi, and the sword, Katsu.

 

Thoughts

*Elvish*

Mor Ithil (aka Dark Moon)

 

Chapter 2: The Journey Begins

Just as Radagast had said, Rika reached the elven city of Rivendell in three days time. Pulling her hood down, she led Kiyoshi through a beautifully detailed archway into a courtyard circled with large gorgeous statutes of elven ladies. An old man with a long gray beard wearing a gray robe stood at the top of a flight of steps waiting for her.

“ Vedui' arwenamin. I have been wondering when you would come.” He greeted, pulling Rika into a hug. “How are things in Galad?”

“Nae saian luume', Gandalf. Every one in fine, though they do miss your fireworks.”

Gandalf laughed and led Rika up another flight of stairs to dais on which five little people could be seen.

“Well, well. If it isn't Bilbo Baggins, the hobbit who started all this.”

The elder of the five looked up surprised, a large smile appearing on his face at the sight of her.

“Bless my old bones, Rika Sakata. It has been too long, my friend.” He greeted, getting up and wrapping his small arms around Rika's waist, his head buried in her stomach. She returned the hug with a smile.

“Yes, Aier. It has been too long. Now, who are these strapping young hobbits…My God! Frodo is that you?” She asked, her midnight blue eyes look one of the hobbits over. He, like all Hobbits, had short curly hair, only his was brown and sparkling blue eyes. “It is you!! How are you?” Walking over to him, she fell to her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. As he returned the hug, Rika felt a sharp jolt run down her spine as her chest came in contact with his. Only one thing would cause that….

He has the Ring.

With wide eyes, Rika pulled away from Frodo and placed her hand in his pocket pulling out a plain golden band. Hearing a gasp, she looked up to see Bilbo staring at the Ring in wanting. This is the ring Bilbo found when he went to the Lonely Mountain with Gandalf and the Dwarves. Her gaze turned back to Frodo and filled with tears.

“I'm sorry Frodo.”

He nodded, taking the Ring out of her hand. Feeling a hand on her shoulder, Rika turned to meet Gandalf's ice blue eyes.

“Come Rika, there is to be a council on this matter.”

 

Soon, Rika found herself placed between Gandalf and Frodo with countless men of every race sitting in seats around her. I am the only female here.

Sexist pigs.

Rika masked a giggle by placing her hand over and pretending to cough. Watching as Elrond sat up in his chair, she prepared herself for a long debate.

“Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have 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 fate--this one doom. “ He motioned to Frodo. “Bring forth the Ring, Frodo.” Placing a comforting hand on the young hobbits shoulder, Rika whispered to him in encouragement. Taking a deep breath, Frodo stood and placed the abominable piece of jewelry on the pedestal. The men all started to whisper. “So it is true...”

Turning her head, Rika gazed at a man with long sandy blond hair, beard and mustache. His blue eyes were staring hungrily at the Ring.

“It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? “ He stood and started to pace inside of the semi-circle” 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! None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master.” Her eyes now fell on a regal looking man with disheveled dark brown hair and royal blue eyes. Rika cocked her head. Why does he seem familiar to me? The first man reeled around to look the second man in the eyes. “And what would a ranger know of this matter?”

Out of the corner of her eye, Rika watched as one of the Elves stood up.

“This is no mere Ranger.” He snapped, voice as sharp as glass. “He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.”

Aragorn!!! Isildur's heir?!

I thought that bloodline died out centuries ago?

Boromir, the other man, gazed at the elf, disbelief in his eyes. “Aragorn? This…is Isildur's heir?”

“And heir to the throne of Gondor.”

Aragorn sighed and raised his hand. “Havo dad, Legolas.” The Elf sent one last look in Boromir's direction before he sat down.

“Gondor has no king.” Boromir snapped, stalking back to his seat, his eyes sending daggers in Aragorn's direction. “Gondor needs no king.”

No just your egotistical father.

Hush, Ithil.

“Aragorn is right. We cannot use it.” Rika nodded, agreeing with Gandalf completely. Elrond, too, nodded, and cleared his throat. “You have but one choice. The Ring must be destroyed.”

A shout dwarf with a long copper red beard stood, grabbing an axe. “Well, what are we waiting for?” With that, he swung his axe downward at full force, only to be thrown backwards into his colleagues. Beside her, Rika felt Frodo flinch as though the hit was aimed at him.

“The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here posses.” That's what you think, Elf.

“The Ring was made in the fire of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep I into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from wence it came.”

Ash Nazg

Rika's eyes shot to the Ring. It was speaking.

“One of you must do this.” Elrond finished, his wise eyes looking at every person present.

“One does not simply walk into Mordor.” Boromir breathed out. “Its black walls are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is an evil there that does not sleep,”

Duh

“And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled by fire and ash. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!!”

The elf, Legolas, stood angrily. “Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond just said!! The Ring must be destroyed.”

“And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?” The dwarf, Gimli stated, voice overflowing with sarcasm.

“And if we fail, what then!” Boromir shouted, standing as well. “What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?!”

The men in the council started to mutter when Gimli stood.

“I will be dead before I see the Ring in he hands of an Elf!!”

Moron

This caused all Elves present to rise up in anger. How dare a dwarf say that they were not fit to carry the Ring to Mordor. Even with all this commotion, neither Rika nor Frodo took their eyes off of the Ring.

Ash Nazg Durbatuluk!! Ash Nazg Gimbatul!

With wide eyes, Rika watched as flames flared on the Rings surface, growing larger each time a man shouted.

Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul!!

By this time the surface of the Ring looked like a raging inferno, the heat of the argument just fueling its fire.

“SILECNE!!!” She shouted, rising from her seat, her body glowing a deep black. “WHILE YOU MEN ARGUE ABOUT WHO HAS THE MOST TESTOTURONE, SAURON IS GETTING STRONGER!! NOW SIT DOWN AND KEEP YOUR MOUTHS SHUT!!”

The man fell silent, awed at the dark beauty of the only woman in the council. Beside her, Frodo stood, hesitantly.

“I will take it!” He stated, his voice quiet and shaky. “ I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though----I do not know the way.”

Frodo….

“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear.” Gandalf said, walking over to Frodo and placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. With a smile, Rika watched as Aragorn, Legolas, Gimli and Boromir swore themselves to protect the small Hobbit.

“Heh!” A voice shouted from behind a bush. “Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me.” Sam snapped, running to stand beside Frodo.

“No indeed,” Elrond said, voice full of amusement, “it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.” Sam looked down, a deep blush on his cheeks. Out of the corner of her eye, Rika spotted Merry ad Pippin jump out from behind a pillar.

“Wait! We are coming too!” They shouted in unison.

“You'd have to tie us in a sack to stop us.” Merry chirped, crossing his arms over his chest. Pippin nodded, doing the same.

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

Well, I guess that counts him out.

Elrond nodded after sharing a look with Gandalf. He opened his mouth to speak when Rika stood.

“Though I do not doubt the oaths these men have sworn to Frodo, I will not put his live in the hand of eight men.” She drawled, striding toward the group of nine. “ They are loyal, strong and brave, of that I have no question, but as they have shown today, they are to quick with violent confrontations.” Kneeling in front of the hobbit, the sorceress bowed her head. “I will gladly give my life to help you on this quest, my fried, if you will have me.”

Frodo smiled, taking her hands. “Of course, Rika. I would never deny you the chance to help.”

Elrond smiled, sharing a look with Gandalf, then cleared his throat. “Ten companions…So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.”

“Great!” Pippin chirped, “Where are we going?”

Moron…The world is doomed.

ITHIL!!!!

 

Translations:

Vedui' arwenamin- Greetings my lady (fimilliar)

Nae saian luume'- It has been too long.

Aier- Short one