I'm An Elfling! (Lord Of The Rings fanfiction) (Book lV)

Chapter 28 : Argonath

Let's jsut get into it okay!

Start of recap...

Boromir: Minas Tirith is the safer road. You know that. From there we can regroup. Strike out for Mordor from a place of strength.

Aragorn: There is no strength in Gondor that can avail us.

Boromir: You were quick enough to trust the Elves. Have you so little faith in your own people? Yes, there is weakness. There is frailty. But there is courage also, and honor to be found in Men. But you will not see that. (Aragorn starts to turn away, but Boromir yanks him back) You are afraid! All your life, you have hidden in the shadows. Scared of who you are, of what you are.

Aragorn: I will not lead the Ring within a hundred leagues of your city.

The next morning, everyone is in the boats again, rowing down the Anduin. Aragorn taps Frodo on the shoulder.

End of recap...

Third person pov...

Aragorn: Frodo. The Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings of old. My kin.

The Fellowship looks up in awe at the towering splendor of the Argonath. Two majestic statues, carved out of the mountain, proudly stand on each side of the Anduin.

Their left arms are held aloft, their palms facing outwards in gesture of warning. Stern were their faces. The Fellowship reaches the foot of Amon Hen, the Hill of Sight.

Calen looks in awe at them "Brother they look like what you said they would in the stories you told me of them when I was an Elfling" exclaimed Calen happy to see them in person.

As they reach the beach of Parth Galen, Boromir looks troubled and appears to be fighting a conflict within him.

The Fellowship starts to make camp

Aragorn: We cross the lake at nightfall. Hide the boats and continue on foot. We approach Mordor from the north.

Gimli: Oh, yes? It’s just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil? An impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks! And after that, it gets even better! (Pippin looks up, alarmed) Festering, stinking marshlands far as the eye can see.

Aragorn: That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength, Master Dwarf.

Gimli: Recover my…?! Grrrrrr.

Legolas and Calen both look into the forest around them, then turns to Aragorn

Legolas: We should leave now.

"yes we should, I sense something wrong Brother" said to two elfs

Aragorn: No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We must wait for cover of darkness.

Legolas: It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I can feel it.

Calen nodds "I can to brother something will happen" she said in a whisper.

With Frodo...

Frodo is in the “shadow world,” climbing up onto the Seat of Seeing atop Amon Hen.

He looks over the stone seat and sees the Dark Tower from afar. The image rushes towards him and his vision rise to its pinnacle where the burning Eye of Sauron stares back menacingly, the Dark Lord speaking to him in black speech.