Chapter Six - The Fellowship of the Ring

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"I will take the Ring to Mordor," Frodo said again, and then hesitantly added: "though I do not know the way."

Frodo felt everyone's eyes stare at him. The breeze was sweet and the autumn leaves fell from the trees. Each one looked as though it was hand-painted by the Valar* themselves. They felt as if they were inside the building; the trees built a wall around them which made them feel safe from any harm.

Gandalf knew what he needed to do. He could not let this Hobbit suffer alone. He would barely make it out of Rivendell's borders before being slashed by an orc. He winced at the thought of it. Orcs were vile creatures working for the enemy Sauron. They were once beautiful elves like Elrond's people, but Morgoth* found a dark way to twist them. One by one, falling into darkness. "I will help you bear this burden." The wizard shuffled over to Frodo.

"You are a brave hobbit Frodo," Aragorn stood up. He was a Ranger of the North, one of the Dunedain*. The Dunedain were blessed with long life due to his ancestor Elros's half-elven blood. Elros and his brother Elrond had both man and elven blood, both mortal and immortal. The Valar* gave them a choice: they could choose the immortal life of and Elf, or the mortal life of a Man. The brothers went separate ways. Elrond chose immortality, while Elros started the line of the Dunedain. He was indeed Aragorn's ancestor.

Aragorn thought about his childhood as he walked silently to Frodo. His father Arathorn, chieftain. His death by orcs. Gilraen*, his mother. Her flee to Rivendell. A safe haven. Elrond's care. His parents had cared so much for him. Elrond had raised him, calling him Estel, meaning hope.

Aragorn knew that he had to step up and take his throne. He was the rightful heir to Gondor, though he did not want it. How could he come back to Gondor after what his ancestor Isildur did? Isildur had kept the Ring. He had a chance to destroy it, but he didn't. Once Aragorn heard this tale, he vowed never to be tempted by such a thing. Isildur was a fool. Then one day he and his men were ambushed by orcs. He tried to swim away in the river, but was shot. The Ring abandoned him. It has a mind of its own...

The Ranger snapped out of his hopeless thoughts and knelt in front of the Ringbearer. "Frodo. You have my sword."

"And you have my bow," Legolas added, walking over to Frodo.

That was four people. Gimli smiled. "And my ax," he said excitedly and ran over to the group. Legolas's face fell as Gimli happily stood beside him. The feud between Elves and Dwarves felt stronger than ever.

Frodo was half expecting the mysterious She-elf to say something, but she just stared. Boromir stood up. "You carry the fate of us all, little one. May the prophecy be true." He bowed his head. Gandalf chuckled at this. Six members.

"Hey!" a small creature ran to them from behind the lush green bushes.

"Sam," Frodo smiled at his friend running towards him.

"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me," Sam folded his arms across his chest. Sam was a rather plump hobbit about three foot six. He had no beard, but nor did any other hobbit. They could not grow the facial hair of dwarves. Speaking of dwarves: they were much shorter than them. This peaceful people were very wary of Big Folk like you and me, making a lot of noise and stomping their tasty mushrooms! But now that you know a little more about this lovely race, on with the story!

Frodo knew Sam would want to tag along, and he was afraid Elrond would say yes. Sam was a sweet soul. Frodo was happy to be accompanied by his friend, but he also knew the danger that they would face. If it were up to him, he would say no.

But it wasn't up to him.

"Indeed it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not," Elrond raised an eyebrow. Frodo closed his eyes. He didn't want his best friend to get hurt.

"Oi!" Pippin shouted as two excited faces popped out from behind the door.

"We're coming too!" Merry insisted. Cheeky Hobbits. They had been spying on the Council from inside. They ran right past Elrond, who was a very confused fellow, wondering where on this earth all these halflings were coming from.

"Anyways," Pippin said, "you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing!" He nodded proudly despite his suttering. Frodo looked at him with a raised eyebrow and a grin.

"Well that rules you out, Pip," Merry whispered.

Standing up straight, Elrond thought for a moment. "Nine companions," he said. He very much liked the sound of that. "Very well. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

The three hobbits (minus Frodo) smiled, unaware of the danger ahead of them. They were happy to accompany their friend. But Frodo knew of deeper, darker things. He did smile at Pippin's next comment though,

"Great!" shouted Pippin gleefully. "Now where are we going?"

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Sorry, I know, very short chapter. I'll go back and expand it later on in the story. :) Please tell me truthfully what you think! I am very interested in your opinions.

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*Morgoth was the first real villan in Middle-earth. He found a way to turn the elves into goblin-type creatures. Disgusting, right?

*Dunedain: pronounced doon-a-dine

*The Valar were the high angels of Middle-earth. They trained the Maia, the lower angels. Some of the Maia featured in this book are Gandalf, Saruman and the Balrog of Morgoth. I won't go into too much detail.

*Gilraen: pronounced gil-rine

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