In Place of a Dark Lord (1/36): The Mirror of Galadriel
Finally got my computer back from the shop (again); the guy couldn't find anything wrong with it, but suggested that it might be a heat issue. So now I've got it propped up on an upside-down box top so it gets some air. It hasn't shut down in a almost two whole hours, yay!
While I was computerless, I hand-wrote the last chapters of Broken For Me; I'll be typing them in and posting them as I have time.
And it's still March for another 2 hours, so I have a last-minute contribution to Back to Middle-Earth Month. Which is actually the first chapter in a project I wanted to write years and years ago: In Place of a Dark Lord.
This fic is rated:PG for mentions of violence.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: this part is Frodo & Galadriel, but it'll hit pretty much everyone.
Word Count:455
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
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Disclaimer: The 'verse, and most of the dialouge, are Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
The story so far.
In the deep of the night, Frodo woke to see Galadriel walking past him. He followed her, and watched as she dipped water into a plain silver pitcher.
She became aware of him, then -- or perhaps she had known all along that he was there -- had known even before she had walked the path. "Will you look into the mirror?" she asked.
"What will I see?"
"Even the wisest cannot tell," she said. "For the mirror shows many things." She poured the water out. "Things that were. Things that are. And some things that have not yet come to pass.
Slowly, carefully, he walked up to the shallow pool. Peered inside. For a moment, he saw only darkness -- and then the faces of his friends, his home ... in flames, and then what looked like every Hobbit in the Shire, chained together, to be led off as slaves.
He realized, almost too late, that the Ring was pulling him down, pulling itself toward the surface of the water. He clapped his hand against it, jerked back hard enough to fall to the ground.
Galadriel came around the Mirror. "I know what it is you saw," she said, her voice echoing though there was nothing to echo against, "for it is also in my mind." And then, though she did not speak again, he heard her voice. It is what will come to pass, if you should fail. The Fellowship is breaking. It has already begun. He will try to take the Ring. You know of whom I speak.
And he did, though he did not want to believe it -- he had seen the darkness that had shadowed Boromir's eyes of late. He was desperate to save Gondor -- and desperate men, Frodo knew, were the most dangerous.
One by one, Galadriel whispered into his mind, it will destroy them all.
And did she count him in that number? Was his fate already sealed? If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring.
"You offer it to me freely." She was speaking with her voice, now. "I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this." She stretched out her hand -- then hesitated. For a moment, Frodo hoped -- feared -- that she would stop. But then she reached the rest of the way, and her long, elegant fingers closed around the Ring.
For a moment, he had the oddest sensation -- that he had felt the world shudder, as fates realigned themselves.
Then Galadriel smiled beatifically at him, and he knew he'd made the right choice. "Go, now, and rest," she said. "And may your dreams be pleasant ones, now that your duty is done."
While I was computerless, I hand-wrote the last chapters of Broken For Me; I'll be typing them in and posting them as I have time.
And it's still March for another 2 hours, so I have a last-minute contribution to Back to Middle-Earth Month. Which is actually the first chapter in a project I wanted to write years and years ago: In Place of a Dark Lord.
This fic is rated:PG for mentions of violence.
Fandom: Lord of the Rings
Characters: this part is Frodo & Galadriel, but it'll hit pretty much everyone.
Word Count:455
Feedback: yes, please! Concrit welcomed.
My FanFic Masterlist
Disclaimer: The 'verse, and most of the dialouge, are Tolkien’s. Just borrowing. Please don’t sue!
The story so far.
In the deep of the night, Frodo woke to see Galadriel walking past him. He followed her, and watched as she dipped water into a plain silver pitcher.
She became aware of him, then -- or perhaps she had known all along that he was there -- had known even before she had walked the path. "Will you look into the mirror?" she asked.
"What will I see?"
"Even the wisest cannot tell," she said. "For the mirror shows many things." She poured the water out. "Things that were. Things that are. And some things that have not yet come to pass.
Slowly, carefully, he walked up to the shallow pool. Peered inside. For a moment, he saw only darkness -- and then the faces of his friends, his home ... in flames, and then what looked like every Hobbit in the Shire, chained together, to be led off as slaves.
He realized, almost too late, that the Ring was pulling him down, pulling itself toward the surface of the water. He clapped his hand against it, jerked back hard enough to fall to the ground.
Galadriel came around the Mirror. "I know what it is you saw," she said, her voice echoing though there was nothing to echo against, "for it is also in my mind." And then, though she did not speak again, he heard her voice. It is what will come to pass, if you should fail. The Fellowship is breaking. It has already begun. He will try to take the Ring. You know of whom I speak.
And he did, though he did not want to believe it -- he had seen the darkness that had shadowed Boromir's eyes of late. He was desperate to save Gondor -- and desperate men, Frodo knew, were the most dangerous.
One by one, Galadriel whispered into his mind, it will destroy them all.
And did she count him in that number? Was his fate already sealed? If you ask it of me, I will give you the One Ring.
"You offer it to me freely." She was speaking with her voice, now. "I do not deny that my heart has greatly desired this." She stretched out her hand -- then hesitated. For a moment, Frodo hoped -- feared -- that she would stop. But then she reached the rest of the way, and her long, elegant fingers closed around the Ring.
For a moment, he had the oddest sensation -- that he had felt the world shudder, as fates realigned themselves.
Then Galadriel smiled beatifically at him, and he knew he'd made the right choice. "Go, now, and rest," she said. "And may your dreams be pleasant ones, now that your duty is done."