Until the very End


12. Chapter 12


"His strength returns" I hear Lord Elrond say as I enter the room and stand beside Gandalf "That wound will never fully heal, he will carry it for the rest of his life" Gandalf points out, "And yet to come so far, still bearing the Ring, the hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil" Elrond says. "It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo" I tell them both "Naevys!" Elrond calls my name, sternly, "The enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the east, his eyes is fixed on Rivendell. And Gandalf has told me that Saruman has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin!" Elrond says. "His treachery runs deeper than you know" Gandalf tells us, Lord Elrond frowns at this news. "By foul craft Saruman has crossed orcs with goblin men, he is breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in sunlight and gather great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring" Gandalf carries on, "This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard. Gandalf! The Ring cannot stay here" Elrond tells us. I walk over to the balcony and look out, to see men riding into Rivendell. Followed by Legolas and other elves and then Dwarves. "This peril belongs to all Middle-Earth. They must decide now how to end it" Elrond says, "The time of the elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone?" Elrond questions Gandalf. "Naevys? She will be coming with us" he says and I snap my head towards him "I don't want to leave" I tell him, "Naevys, if this is about that mortal man. You can forget about it. He will die and you will live forever" Elrond points out. I open my mouth to speak but he holds his hand up, showing that it was the end of the discussion. "The dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches, they care nothing for the troubles of others" Elrond carries on, "It is in men, we must place our hope" I suggest. "Men? Men are weak. The race of men is failing. The blood of Numenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity all but forgotten. It is because of men the Ring survives. I was there Naevys and Gandalf. I was there three thousand years ago, when Isildur took the Ring. I was there the day the strength of men failed. I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom. Where the Ring was forged. The one place it could be destroyed. It should of ended that day but evil was allowed to endure. Isildur kept the Ring. The line of Kings is broken. There's no strength left in the world of men. They're scattered, divided, leaderless" Elrond tells us. "There is one who could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor" Gandalf says and I started to get confused, "He turned from that path long ago. He has chosen exile" Elrond says and walks out of the study room. "Who is this person you speak of?" I ask Gandalf, "The one you call Strider" he tells me.

I walk into the room where Lord Elrond keeps the sword that cut the Ring from Sauron's hand, hoping to find Strider, or now known as Aragorn, son of Arathorn. I watch from the shadows as Aragorn picks up the fallen sword and places it back upon its plinth with deep respect. "Why do you fear the past?" I ask him as I walk out of the shadows, "You are Isildur's heir, not Isildur himself. You are not bound to his fate" I tell him. Aragorn turns to me with shock upon his face, like I wasn't suppose to know who he is. "The same blood flows in my veins. The same weakness" Aragorn says as he takes a step closer to me, I walk up to him and take his hands in mine. "Your time will come. You will face the same evil and you will defeat it. A si i-Dhuath u-orthor, Aragorn. U or le a u or nin" I tell him (The shadow does not hold sway yet, Aragorn. Not over you and not over me)



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