"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear," speaks Gandalf reassuringly
"If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." Aragorn promises dropping to one knee, "you have my sword."
"and my dagger" Ithil adds helping Aragorn up
"And you have my bow" nodds Legolas joining them
"And my axe." pledges Gimli
"You carry the fate of us all, little one, If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done." says the steward's son, Ithil sighs at having to travel with him.
"Here!" shouts another hobbit popping up from a bush, "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!"
"No, Indeed...it is hardly possible to separate you...even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not" scolds Elrond, though Ithil could tell he quite admired their friendship.
"Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us" shout two more hobbits as they come barreling into the clearing,
"Anyway...you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing..." one says
"Well, that rules you out, Pip.", they jest between them
Elrond surveyed the rag-tag group with great interest, "ten companions... So be it, you shall be the fellowship of the ring"
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Days had passed from the council, and the fellowship spent more time together with every one. Well, all but Ithil who had spoken but a word to all except Aragorn.
The fellowship sat today in a clearing,
"say, Aragorn, who exactly is that elf? He seems to talk to no one but you?" Legolas, having finally become curious enough to ask, questioned
At the mention of the other elf, the fellowship all turned to listen to Aragorn's answer,
"his name is Ithil... He is a great friend to me. He finds it hard to socialize... But he means no harm" Aragorn insists
Boromir scoffs, "thinks he's better than us? Does he"
"no, I don't" Ithils gentle voice rings out, making the fellowship jump as he slides down from the tree he was perched in.
Pulling out a dagger he held it to Boromir in a friendly way. "shall we spar? And find out" he suggests
Boromir smirks in arrogance and pulls his sword from its sheaf before discarding the shield from his back
Unsheathing both daggers, Ithis pulled off his cloak to reveal his simple black underarmer. He faintly heard others gasp at his unusual eyes, but he was used to it.
Boromir, shaking off his surprise, brought his sword down only for it to be blocked by the small but mighty blade of Ithis's dagger. Using a dagger on either side of the sword he flipped the blade out of Boromir's grasp and into the ground, Boromir pushed back by the force of the blow staggered to the ground a dagger at his neck.
"I yield" he whispered shakily.
Resheafing his daggers Ithil smiled at the fellowship before taking a seat next to his fellow elf.
To be continued
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O' weary traveler || lotr ||
FanfictionAs the sun sets on middle earth and hobbits, dwarves, men and elves alike drift into the palace of sleep and meditation. There is one who is left awake under the moonlight. Never resting. Never straying from his cause until the problem he had solved...
