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A Knife in the Dark part 2

Author:nancylea57 and Dancingkatz
Title: A Knife in the Dark
Theme:Halloween /harvest challenge
Elements: assigned quote
Author's Notes:please read first part first, it matters.
Summary:healing frodo again, again.
Word Count:1452

Soon there could be no doubt: three or four tall black figures were standing on the slope, looking down on them. So black were they that they seemed like black holes in the deep shade behind them. Frodo thought he heard a faint hiss as of venomous breath and felt a thin piercing chill. Then the shapes slowly advanced. (A Knife in the Dark by J.R.R.T.)

“Slow down, you asses, now I’ve gone and twisted my ankle.” I know that voice; that is no Ring Wraith out hunting me.

“Faramir, is that you?”

“Yes, Frodo, it is I. Let my friend borrow your torch to light us into the camp without further losses will you? That’s a great favor. Thank you. Ours burned out as we cleared the scree slope; thank Eru they lasted across that mess. All right, first Aragorn wants me to tell you that Boromir’s arm is only sprained not broken. What made you think of sewing the splint into the sock after covering Boromir’s wrist with it? And tell me did you have to cut those finger holes or had he already worn them into his sock. He has always been terrible hard on stockings. Aragorn’s sorry he could not come with us as part of the rescue party, but Arwen insist that he be there for the birth of this child. By our twentieth, Eowyn was much more open-minded about my presence or lack thereof. In my opinion this is about that Super Bowl trip, you remember? 17th Age Norse Raiders versus 19th Age Icelandic Vikings? Epic, man, epic. ”

“Wow, Faramir couldn’t you find anyone short to travel with you? And you need to know that I’m not necessarily being rude, my brain is on strike, and I’m not working with my full mental capacity, tonight.”

“What are you saying, Frodo? Boromir said you caused the scree slide and were injured and that you had ‘found’ a dwarf lad. But he said that when you agreed to stay and tend the child while he rode for help, you seemed to be all right. He told me the dwarf lad was very agitated and refused to let him check for injuries but that he seemed content to let you feel all his limbs for soundness. He said nothing about the possibility of head injury.”

“On your way here did you pass through a field of poppies just before the scree slope?”

“No, but there was such a field off to the north of the road with a very tall fence around it. Why?”

“It seems that that field is of ceremonial poppies and mushrooms and Boromir and I walked straight through it as there was no road or fence there yesterday. Of course, I had to try a few of the mushrooms and I think Boromir had one or three himself. And the poppies were just bursting with pollen and such and we breathed it all in. I have it on good authority that in a few months I will care again but right now, OH, WELL.

“Anyway, I can’t seem to get my mind to give me more than hints at what has happened. For example, you are Faramir, you are Boromir’s brother, and Eowyn must be your wife, or we need to have a serious discussion about responsibility. How do I know you, who is Boromir, and who is Aragorn? No idea, no clue, none. OH, WELL. These three very tall people--- no idea who they are or why they came to rescue me. Oh, before we go any further, where are we?”

“Short version, this is the area that will be our future home when Arda is remade. Ulmo offered it to Aragorn, and Yavanna has had the Entwives clearing it of life before Ulmo floods it...” Faramir’s friends had shrugged their packs off and were beginning to make themselves at home in the campsite. One of them had unpacked a lantern and was in the process of filling and lighting it. Another was off-loading wood and preparing to cook something.

“There is most of a pot of beans there by the pit that you are welcome to have--and I would not add any more wood to the pit until you watch the fire awhile. It has some amazing tricks.”

“Frodo, allow me to introduce you to Elendil and his sons, Isildur and Anarion.” Faramir was aghast when all Frodo did was the standard polite little Hobbit bow and “at your service” thing. It was obvious the pherian had no clue about whom and what these men were. It was simply no fun introducing your heroes when no one knew their names. “Now what can you tell me about the dwarf?”

At that very moment there was a huge flash of light—as if someone had tripled the sunshine of a cloudless summer’s day. Shaking their heads to clear their sight, the four humans and the hobbit stared in awe. Before them stood a dazzling white shaft of light, arrayed in a circle around them were the somewhat less illuminated incarnations of Manwe, Varda, Ulmo, Yavanna, Aule, Vana, Orome, Namo, Vaire, Este, Irmo, Tulkas, Nessa, and Nienna. “And the fourteen of you would have Me believe that this little Hobbit is the sole cause of the havoc wreaked in the last thirty hours?”

“Yes, Atar.” All of them hung their heads and looked a little less brightly lit.

“Not one of you can keep him out of trouble?”

“No, Atar.” Their glow grew dimmer yet.

“Oh, uhmm… uh, Atar, Sir, I don’t mean to interfere, but I thought that we as free beings are supposed to take responsibility and not blame others for our actions.”

“So, young Hobbit, are you saying that you are responsible for the trouble that has been happening around here?”

Gulping visibly, Frodo replied, “Yes, Sir. I think I may be the sole cause of the trouble. But, you see, Sir. I don’t really know exactly what the trouble is so I’m not really positive… Uhmm… if that makes things any clearer. Would you mind giving me the specifics?”

“Yes, my Child, I can explain it all to you. I am the only one who can. You were the last test of my first children. I deem that Aratar are at last finally grown up and ready to take on the role they were made for; instead of dawn tomorrow, we shall stand at the top of this hill and break Arda for the last time; then all of my children and all of my step-children will gather together and we shall sing into existence the most perfect place for all of us to live together and be a family. You, and the family you created with your fellowship--including those seventeen miraculous dwarf babies that you are worrying about--will settle in the area surrounding this yet-to-form lake and from it shall branch all the various and sundry partnerships that have already and will continue to flower and flow from your love. Your ability to love and be loved has been being refined for all these sixty-some ages of the world and from your ability to stand up to authority and say ‘I think you are wrong’ will come all the right this universe can handle. Do you want me to tell you how I knew it was time?”

Frodo noticed that he was not alone in nodding his head.

“Let me introduce you to Melkor. He cried out to me to save you when you tumbled over the edge and were about to be obliterated by the rock slide. In the moment that might have been your destruction, he found the need to preserve the purity of your life. This is the one of my children that I never thought I would get to hug again and you have returned him to me. Thank You.” At that moment Eru opened His arms and a small quivering column of light that flickered and wavered in uncertainty stood between them. A moment later all fourteen of the Valar present suddenly surged with light and swamped their Atar and reclaimed brother in a dog pile reminiscent of World Soccer cup tradition.

Frodo was then amazed to hear Gimli’s voice raised, “Group hug, you idiots, group hug—now!” And he found himself buried in similar fashion.

“And that my children, is how the sound of laughter broke darkness forever and led to the lighting of the Second Trees. And how Frodo Baggins the Hobbit became the eighth Dwarfen Father. Oh, Faramir, since you like name dropping; would you rather introduce Aragorn to Celebrian, or Glorfindel and Gandalf to their personal Balrogs?”


( 13 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 20th, 2008 10:38 pm (UTC)
A bit silly, but a lot of fun to read! Frodo--again in his inimitable way, the savior of Arda--and a father somehow a bunch of times over? Heheheheheheheeheee!
Oct. 21st, 2008 01:35 am (UTC)
i was trying for inane but will just haave to dig deeper next time. thank you for being so kind.
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Oct. 21st, 2008 01:35 am (UTC)
it was a lot of fun and very nerve wracking.
Oct. 21st, 2008 03:19 am (UTC)
Now I would never have thought of an ending like this! It certainly fits with the rather psychedelic mood you created in the first half.

Amazing to think of Frodo sort of accidentally setting everything in motion.
Oct. 21st, 2008 03:42 am (UTC)
can you imagine if he had A PLAN?
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Oct. 21st, 2008 03:45 am (UTC)
but you have to want to be there to see their jaws drop open and their eyes roll out of their sockets, surely it's a one off offer.

Because in spite of what they all say about gal and arw being the day and night opposites. celebrian had to be drop-dead gorgeous herself.
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Oct. 21st, 2008 03:53 am (UTC)
au warning on that one remember!
Oct. 21st, 2008 04:41 pm (UTC)
Well, that was definitiely an unexpected ending!
Oct. 21st, 2008 11:22 pm (UTC)
well i do try not to tread on too many toes and very few people have gone this far away.
Oct. 23rd, 2008 02:41 am (UTC)
A most enjoyable and unusual story.
Oct. 23rd, 2008 09:04 pm (UTC)
thank you
Oct. 27th, 2008 04:58 pm (UTC)
Personal balrogs! *Snickers loudly* This was clever and funny!
Oct. 27th, 2008 11:29 pm (UTC)
well i imagine that the two of them still have the occassional dream of their deaths and can you imagine have a drink with the creature that killed you? i thought it left a door wide open for the future.

glad i got the feeling across, snickering is good for your abs.
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