You've undoubtedly heard the tale of Robin Hood, but what if I was to tell you they got it all wrong?
First of all, Robin is female.
{All characters other than my own belong to J. R. R. Tolkien}
Chapter soundtrack: 'Beds Are Burning' by Midnight Oil.
(The first half of this part is pretty boring, but it gets better, I promise :))
† Chp. IV †
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"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor." Elrond speaks with a stern tone, staring down each peer who sits at his council.
Dwarves, elves, humans, a wizard, and even hobbits are gathered together. Although, the majority of halflings are hidden away, eavesdropping on the meeting in which they were not invited.
It is evening as the sun sits just above the horizon, creating an array of pastels to illuminate the sky, setting the mood to be quite relaxing. But, there is a dark force in which disperses, putting the attendants on edge.
As Elrond continues his introduction to the meeting, each race sits distinct in their set seats, anxiously awaiting to lay eyes on the powerful object in which they have been summoned to discuss.
And, unknown to the attenders, Robin sits perched on a tree branch which sits just above the meeting ground.
Hidden by leaves, of course, she listens in on the conversation, the slight space between the branches giving her just enough sight to see what is going on. And, in all honesty, she is rather confused.
The threat of Mordor?
Robin tries to remain as still as possible, for her pockets sit fat with stolen riches which could give away her position with the slightest movement. Luckily, she had managed to find the meeting room before the council had started, allowing her to climb the tree unnoticed.
"Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."
A hobbit stands to his feet, cautiously approaching the stone pedestal as all eyes are on him. Robin's eyebrows raise, as she recognises the halfling to be the one in which received a stab to the chest.
Well, he's looking better she thinks to herself.
Gasps along with quiet mutters erupt from the onlookers, as a golden ring is placed on the pedestal, and instantly, a dark vibe rises.
Frodo saunters back to his seat, breathing a sigh of relief as he has been released of his burden.
Must be a divorced wedding ring Robin ponders, chuckling to herself.
