Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction ❯ Days of the King ❯ The ancient one ( Chapter 11 )
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By: Queen-of-Blades138 
Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.10.2008 | Updated On: 12.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 911 | Visits: 189 | Status: Work In Progress
Non Anime: Lord Of The Rings Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Romance / Mystery / Drama / Adventure | Type: Continuation | Uploaded On: 05.10.2008 | Updated On: 12.14.2008 | Pages: 2 | Words: 911 | Visits: 189 | Status: Work In Progress
A/N.....Damn...tellin' you people I STILL don't own it is getting sad........
Chapter 11 - The ancient one
I remember a world covered in mountains of ice. I have seen the Misty
Mountains, the Grey Mountains and the Mountains of Angmar rise from the
plains.
I remember when what Men and Elves call Mirkwood and Fangorn was a
vast forest that covered the land from Forodwaith to Enedwaith. I remember
when a great sea stretched from Rhun to Nurn; the seas of those lands
are but small splashes now compared to the ancient waters in which leviathans
swam.
I remember the when the Ents were as babes in a new world, and when
the first Elves appeared, happy and gentle children, respectful of their
mother. I remember the first Men of this land, dressed in the skins of the
great beasts they hunted; the beasts are all gone now.
I remember the first Dwarves, scratching in the earth, wanting at first
just enough for their use in making tools to survive. Before greed became
their creed.
Then the Men of the West came, and cared not for the land or the people who
were here for millenia before them. They treated them with cruel disregard
and claimed land that already had occupants, who did not claim to own that
which is eternal.
The wizards of the White Council, servants of the Flame of Omduil helped
the invaders contain me. The rivalry between the races grew. Their petty
kings accepted the rings of power in part to insure my impotence and
immobility. In doing so they, the Kings of Numenor insured their eventual
division and destruction.
The Elves, the most favored and numerous of my childen, did nothing.
They became enamored of the new powers conferred upon them, and forgot
my many gifts: their immortality,their beauty, their intuitive harmony
with the world and it's creatures. They became infected with the fever
of ambition from Men, and ceased to know themselves as my creations.
But the Kings of old are gone; but one remains. The Elves have gone to new
lands; but two remain. The White Council is no more; their power is gone
from these shores.
The decendents of the Men of the West have forgotten me.
There are Men new to me who seek my wisdom and power and would
release me from my ages-old prison.
And there is one careless child of the woodland who will help to free me,
and exact revenge upon the last Numenorean King, though he does not know it.
And these lands, this Middle-Earth, shall know my name again.
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"What sort of adventure?" Pippin asked.
Legolas squatted to speak eye to eye with his shorter comrade.
"Moria beckons again. There is rumor of an occupation by some of Sauron's
former allies, and some new devilry is aiding them. A powerful necromancer
from among the Haradrim or Easterlings, we suspect."
He flashed a brilliant smile. "So...is another quest appealing to you?"
Pippin fixed the elf with a earnest stare. "I have reviewed my actions
during our travels countless times over the years, and I have much to
regret. My foolishness in the Mines and at Isengard with the Palantir have
weighed heavily upon me. I imperiled our mission. It was sheer luck that it
did not cost the Fellowship, all of us, our lives." Here he stood
straighter and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"As a man with much to prove, I welcome a chance to redeem myself and
represent the Shire and all of hobbit-kind in a better light. And I will
be the one to do it because Master Gamgee is very busy with all of his
lands (he's become quite well-to-do) and children (three walking, one
barely so and another on the way). Meriadoc is quite the politician; he
will probably be Mayor of Hobbiton in the next election. I also fancy
that I have improved my skills with blade and woodcraft significantly
since then."
Turning swiftly, Pippin produced a knife and hurled it suddenly into the
tall grass. A hare, frightened for its life, lept away, inches from where
Pippin's knife quivered.
"So the prospect of another quest is very appealing, my dear friend. And
this time, my aim is to be another warrior, not a child or baggage to be
carried. If you can use a good sword arm, I'm your man!"
Legolas laughed good naturedly.
"Then let us clap hands on that bargain, Master Took!"
They shook hands in agreement.
"When are we leaving?" asked Pippin.
Legolas brushed an imaginary speck from the front of his tunic.
"Very soon, Pippin. But our method of travel...well, let's say it will be
a unique experience for you."
Chapter 11 - The ancient one
I remember a world covered in mountains of ice. I have seen the Misty
Mountains, the Grey Mountains and the Mountains of Angmar rise from the
plains.
I remember when what Men and Elves call Mirkwood and Fangorn was a
vast forest that covered the land from Forodwaith to Enedwaith. I remember
when a great sea stretched from Rhun to Nurn; the seas of those lands
are but small splashes now compared to the ancient waters in which leviathans
swam.
I remember the when the Ents were as babes in a new world, and when
the first Elves appeared, happy and gentle children, respectful of their
mother. I remember the first Men of this land, dressed in the skins of the
great beasts they hunted; the beasts are all gone now.
I remember the first Dwarves, scratching in the earth, wanting at first
just enough for their use in making tools to survive. Before greed became
their creed.
Then the Men of the West came, and cared not for the land or the people who
were here for millenia before them. They treated them with cruel disregard
and claimed land that already had occupants, who did not claim to own that
which is eternal.
The wizards of the White Council, servants of the Flame of Omduil helped
the invaders contain me. The rivalry between the races grew. Their petty
kings accepted the rings of power in part to insure my impotence and
immobility. In doing so they, the Kings of Numenor insured their eventual
division and destruction.
The Elves, the most favored and numerous of my childen, did nothing.
They became enamored of the new powers conferred upon them, and forgot
my many gifts: their immortality,their beauty, their intuitive harmony
with the world and it's creatures. They became infected with the fever
of ambition from Men, and ceased to know themselves as my creations.
But the Kings of old are gone; but one remains. The Elves have gone to new
lands; but two remain. The White Council is no more; their power is gone
from these shores.
The decendents of the Men of the West have forgotten me.
There are Men new to me who seek my wisdom and power and would
release me from my ages-old prison.
And there is one careless child of the woodland who will help to free me,
and exact revenge upon the last Numenorean King, though he does not know it.
And these lands, this Middle-Earth, shall know my name again.
-------------------------------------------------
"What sort of adventure?" Pippin asked.
Legolas squatted to speak eye to eye with his shorter comrade.
"Moria beckons again. There is rumor of an occupation by some of Sauron's
former allies, and some new devilry is aiding them. A powerful necromancer
from among the Haradrim or Easterlings, we suspect."
He flashed a brilliant smile. "So...is another quest appealing to you?"
Pippin fixed the elf with a earnest stare. "I have reviewed my actions
during our travels countless times over the years, and I have much to
regret. My foolishness in the Mines and at Isengard with the Palantir have
weighed heavily upon me. I imperiled our mission. It was sheer luck that it
did not cost the Fellowship, all of us, our lives." Here he stood
straighter and put his hand on the hilt of his sword.
"As a man with much to prove, I welcome a chance to redeem myself and
represent the Shire and all of hobbit-kind in a better light. And I will
be the one to do it because Master Gamgee is very busy with all of his
lands (he's become quite well-to-do) and children (three walking, one
barely so and another on the way). Meriadoc is quite the politician; he
will probably be Mayor of Hobbiton in the next election. I also fancy
that I have improved my skills with blade and woodcraft significantly
since then."
Turning swiftly, Pippin produced a knife and hurled it suddenly into the
tall grass. A hare, frightened for its life, lept away, inches from where
Pippin's knife quivered.
"So the prospect of another quest is very appealing, my dear friend. And
this time, my aim is to be another warrior, not a child or baggage to be
carried. If you can use a good sword arm, I'm your man!"
Legolas laughed good naturedly.
"Then let us clap hands on that bargain, Master Took!"
They shook hands in agreement.
"When are we leaving?" asked Pippin.
Legolas brushed an imaginary speck from the front of his tunic.
"Very soon, Pippin. But our method of travel...well, let's say it will be
a unique experience for you."