The call of the ring was becoming harder and harder to ignore.
To think of the power it possessed, of the power it could give men, just sitting there waiting to be destroyed was maddening! Why should such a little creature as that hobbit get to make such a choice, get to carry such a treasure!
My people are dying each day! My own brother is off fighting the darkness where he may already be dead. That ring could do such good.
No, no I mustn't think this way, the ring is deadly, it is evil, and it must be destroyed! I cannot let its power rule me. I must remain strong for Gondor, for my brother!
I was jolted out of my daydreams as Aragon called out we must find shelter and rest up for the night before journeying ahead. Looking over at the dark forest I must say I would have been plenty happy to keep moving forward but, just a glance at the hobbits told me that yes, we must take a rest.
Bringing the beautiful elfish made boats up to the shoreline each member began to do their task in setting up the camp. The hobbit, Sam began to prepare what would surely be our nightly meal with the help of the other two Pippen and Merry. Who knows where Gimli was and Aragon and Legolas had their heads bowed together in deep conversation. Not for the first time I wished the two would share their thoughts with the rest of the fellowship, but often it seemed as the only ones they would ever trust were each other.
With I sigh I set out to find the firewood that we would undoubtedly be needing for the night. Such a task I would have never dreamt of doing back home, being of my station and blood, but it did not take me very long to discover that status did not matter hear and that I very much so was not in charge.
So I walked the woods staying close to the camp site picking up wood and my thoughts when my trained ears caught a slight noise up ahead. Immediately alert, I was ready to drop all and lunge into battle when I saw that it was none other than the hobbit who had been at the center of my thoughts for so long. "None of us should wander alone", I called out announcing my presence, "You least of all, so much depends on you…Frodo."
NO response, he was obviously trying very hard not to meet my eyes. "I know why you seek solitude, you suffer and I see it day by day. You do not need to suffer needlessly, there are other ways Frodo." Wait what am I saying? This is the only way! The ring must be destroyed.
But what if it doesn't a voice whispered at the back of my head, think of what you could to with the ring, take it, TAKE IT! My feet seemed to move on their own accord and I lunged at the poor hobbit unable to control my need for the ring, I had to have it! "GIVE IT TO ME!" and then he was gone, just gone. My fury was so great "curse you, curse you!" I shouted out into the air. I NEEDED THAT RING.
In my need I failed to watch my steps and was sent tumbling down a hill. The suddenness seemed to break the spell that held my mind. "Frodo," I whispered, shame filling every part of my body, "what have I done?" I was supposed to protect the lad and instead I attack him in my weakness? No, this is not me, I am better than this.
Stumbling up to my feet I began to run back towards the camp desperate to make things right, I just had to. A sudden scream split the air bring me up to a stop. It was the other hobbits they were in danger. Without pausing to think I turned back around dashed towards the sound of the scream! Blowing the horn on my hip I jump into battle. Left, right, block, duck, blows came from every direction overwhelming me. It would have been a hard enough battle on regular terms but now I also had to watch and protect the two hobbits behind me. This was not going to end well.
Third Person POV:
Legolas and Aragon raced through the woods toward the sound of the horn.
Orc's surrounded them on every side, jumping and shooting out from all angles.
There had to be hundreds. "NOOOOOO!" The screams of Merry and Pippin filled the air, making the two run even faster than they had before, orc by orc, Legolas and Aragon made their way forward fighting together in perfect harmony as they had so many time before.
The sight they came upon was a ghastly one indeed. Boromir was there on his knees with an ugly orcish arrow protruding from his chest with a nearby orc preparing to fire once more.
Within moments an arrow left Legolas's bow with a deadly precision instantly killing the orc.
But while that solved one problem there were still orcs attacking from every side and angle without pause, even so the pair with Gimli joining their side fought endlessly cutting down all they could. "STOP OR THE LITTLE ONES DIE!"
Turning to face the speaker the trio were met with the sight of Merry and Pippen help in the disgusting grip of what had to be the lead orc, knives held tightly to each of their throats. Legolas and Aragon looked hopelessly at one another, there was nothing they could do without risking of the lives of the two who had become there friends. "NOW SURRENDER YOUR WEAPONS!"
The rest was shouted out as orders to the orcs in the black tongue and while they couldn't understand it the fellowship could tell it was not to tell them to come clean their weapons for them.
Legolas, Aragon, Gimli, and Boromir who was barely conscious were roughly bound and dragged before the head orc. "Search them all, find the ring!" All were roughly thrown to the ground and searched for the small piece of gold.
Boromir, yelled out in pain as the rough hands crudely searched his body moving the arrow that pierced his skin. "The ring is on none of them sir", the small orc spoke out. The head orc let out a beastly roar of anger and kicked Legolas in the ribs, "Gather them all we shall take them to Saurman to deal with."
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