The Council of Elrond is in turmoil- Elves, Dwarves, Men, even an old wizard are shouting
over the fate of one small ring on a pedestal in the middle of them. Worry starts to creep
into the face of one small figure, a Hobbit, until he cannot take it anymore. Standing, he
shouts loudy enough to carry over the din.
FRODO: I will take it! I will take it!
Everyone freezes in their tracks to stare at the little one, looks of disbelief everywhere.
FRODO: I will take the Ring to Mordor... Though - though I do not know the way.
The old wizard smiles, and makes his way to the side of Frodo
GANDALF: I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear.
There is a murmuring in the crowd, as one of the men also makes his way to the side of the
Hobbit.
ARAGORN: If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will. You have my sword.
LEGOLAS: (following suit) And you have my bow.
There is a keening squeal off in the bushes once the Elf utters a few words, but is gone
as soon as it came. The Council looks around in confusion, as Gimli grumbles.
GIMLI: Witless fangirls (clears his throat) And my axe!
Boromir, shaken by the keening noise that everybody has so easily dismissed, walks up to
Frodo also.
BOROMIR: You carry the fates of us all, little one.
The man starts to put his hand on Frodo's shoulder, when. . .
SAM: MINE! (with a leap the overly protective Hobbit knocks Boromir's hand away with a
little growl.) Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!
ELROND: No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is
summoned to a secret Council, and you are not.
Two other little hobbits run in, each grabbing one of Frodo's legs. Every non-Hobbit in
the room raises their eyebrows in silent spectulation, as they babble on.
MERRY: Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us.
PIPPIN: Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing.
MERRY: Well that rules you out, Pip.
PIPPIN: (whispering) Hey, I'm in it to get me some fangirls.
Everybody in the room hears the statement, and rolls their eyes. Legolas looks around in
fear as if he is about to get mauled for the forty second time since he last brushed his
hair.
ELROND: Err. . . right. Nine companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.
From out of nowhere, a red headed girl zips into the Council room, panting all the way.
RI: Sorry I'm late and all. . . Some stupid chit of a girl flooded the river. (Aragorn
glowers at her.) So, here I am, ready to join the Fellowship. (spies Legolas, who whimpers
and cowers behind Gimli, which, being pretty darn tall, doesn't do much good.) Duh. . .
well yeah. . . I'm here. . . You uh. . . have my. . .Cheetos.
BOROMIR: (snickering) You don't have any weapons?
All of the Council laughs. The Hobbits on the other hand, are delighted at the mention
of any sort of food, since they haven't eaten in the last twelve minutes.
ELROND: I am sorry. But we already called it. (Legolas heaves a sigh of relief.) The
Fellowship has nine. Ten would just make it. . . well, not Fellowshippy.
RI: But. . . but. . .
In a drastic move, at breakneck speed, she pushes Gimli out of the way and leeches onto
Legolas, who gasps as he feels the sheer strength of her hug start to pop his eyeballs
out of his head.
LEGOLAS: G. . .Gimli. . .
In a move the dwarf in up on his feet swinging his spare axe onto the girl. His axe
rebounds off the girl, as it did with the one ring. All gasp. She turns to the dwarf.
RI: There is only one thing more deadly than Sauron's power!
Aragorn quickly smacks her on the top of the head with the pommel of his sword.
ARAGORN: And that would be a fangirl.
Her grip loosens, and she falls to the floor unconscious, with shreds of Legolas' tunic
still in her clenched hands.
LEGOLAS: Hannon le.
ARAGORN: Don't worry, happens to me all the time.
GANDALF: We must make haste. We have no idea of when this. . . creature will revive.
The Fellowship quickly makes it's way out of the room, with the Hobbits lagging behind.
MERRY: Oh. . . I wanted Cheetos.
PIPPIN: Yeah. . . by the way, where are we going?
tbc
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