Chapter 23 - Lost in Middle-Earth
Morning dawned a happily bright
and warm day. This did not match the company's moods. They were so safe in
Lorien that they did not want to go on. It was Elijah who woke them to their
senses. "Sure we could live in this peaceful place called Middle-Earth forever."
He said. "But if I don't finish this, then it won't be a peaceful place.
So let's go." The fellowship was roused by their friend's daring and proceeded
to the boat haven of Lothlorien.
"I will miss you all." Marton said as sylvan elves gave the company gifts.
Among them were gray elven cloaks and green leaf brooches. Cate pulled Elijah
"What?" He asked.
"There is something I want to give you." She said in her mysterious voice.
The Lady of the Wood held out her hand. In it was a crystal that shone with
the sunlight that filtered through the golden trees. "This is the Light of
Earendil. Make sure to take care of it. You know that you, and Samwise, will
need it." She smiled and kissed his forehead. "Do us proud, Ringbearer."
The last thought that she had said scared Elijah.
He thought ahead to the evil spider that would be an obstacle in his way
and stood stiff. Then he thought about Sir Ian and that day before Caradhras.
"Let us not think too far." He had said. "That will get our hopes down."
Lij smiled and clutched the Light tightly in his hand as he neared one of
the elegant canoes.
As he and his now seven friends paddled away from that enchanted wood, Cate's
words echoed in his head. "Do us proud, Ringbearer."
A few moments later they were out of the haven and heading into a great water.
It was deep and wide, the Anduin. The wowed cast looked all around. It was
like the set except much more beautiful. They took in the fresh breeze and
looked at either side. No one ever thought of Amon Hen or what was to come.
All except Sean. He sat in his canoe paddling slowly thinking about what
would happen to him on that horrid mount. The Gondorian pondered what would
happen to him. Because obviously, the others were going to take longer than
a second to fulfill the quest and get back home. He sighed, shrugged his
shoulders and kept rowing.
Two dots on either side of the river came into view. The further our friends
paddled, the bigger they grew. Suddenly, they were no longer dots but gigantic
statues. They scaled along the cliff walls and held out their hands to the
oncomers, as if a warning to tell them to turn back. The statues seemed almost
like giants, alive and well, like they were going to shake off their frozen
cocoon and plunge into Anduin. "The Aragonath." Viggo whispered. It was not
out of knowledge that he should say that, he was literally enraptured by
No one said a word as they flowed swiftly on.
Soon a crunching sound was heard. The boats were coming up on gravel. The
rowers struck them into ground and hopped out. "This isn't right. Let's just
go on. The quest would end sooner!" Sean tried to get his friends away from
this hill before it became a death site, too.
"We should play it right." Orlando said. Sean groaned.
"Speaking of doing it right." The other Sean said. "Lij, are you waiting
for me or am I going to have to swim? You know I can swim, right?"
"Samwise." Elijah looked at Sean with his blue eyes. "Just do it as it feels
right." Then he saw his future traitor and remembered his next duty. "I'm
going to go scout out the place." He hopped down from a rock he'd been sitting
on and started up Amon Hen. Sean shook his head.
"Ugh, I hate this part. Should I go after him?" The others nodded solemnly.
"Okay." He moaned and started up after the Ringbearer.
Elijah sat at the top and looked out at the river below. He listened to see
if he could hear orc feet but he didn't. The hobbit looked down the trail
and saw Sean coming up, then brushed away a tear. When his friend came up
beside him he cleared his throat. "What? Is there something you need?" Sean
shook his head. "Anything at all?" Sean clenched his fist and shook his head
again. "No? Okay, cuz we can talk anytime."
"Elijah!" The latter spun around. "You make it so hard to be good. I *want*
the Ring! I don't know why, but just, just, give it to me!" Sean exclaimed.
"No!" Elijah said, suddenly defiant. "Why should I?"
"I won't!" This last point made Sean angry. He shoved Elijah to the ground.
"Give me it!"
"No!" Elijah slipped "It" on and vanished. A stick a few paces away threw itself at Sean then invisible feet crunched away.
"Oh Elijah. Wait! Wait!" Sean sobbed on Amon Hen, dreading what he knew was to come.