The Lord of the Rings: Fellowship of the Ring
A novel by Alan Kevin J.M. Salvatore-Foster-Stevens
Based on the major motion picture from New Line Cinema
Adapted from the screenplay by Peter Jackson, Fran Walsh and
Adapted from the book by J.R.R. Tolkien
Excerpted by Joe Crowe for RevolutionSF by kind permission of
the publisher, Broma House
Chapter the Third
Gandalf was back in town, it seemed, the hobbit Lumbertoe Proudfoot
thought, as he rode by on his wagon with Frodo Baggins the hobbit
boy. He gave him a scowl, a dirty look, because he was not happy
to see him. Not happy to see him at all.
He thought of the last time he had seen Gandalf, when he had
taken his son Edgewood on an adventure to the Forest of Darkness.
His son mysteriously vanished, Gandalf had said. Or had he?
The hobbit children were all playing hobbit games until they
saw Gandalf ride up on his wagon, which was pulled by a donkey.
The children all liked Gandalf, because he had a pointy hat
and fireworks. They ran after him, hollering "Gandalf!"
Then more children joined them, hollering "Gandalf!"
"Gandalf!" another child, young Billysmart Gamgee, yelled.
What would his big brother think if he saw him yelling, Billysmart
"Gandalf! Gandalf!" all the children said together, and they
all chased him down the dusty trail, their hairy feet kicking
up more dust.
But he did not stop, nor did he even say hello. Was Gandalf
mad at them? Did they do something wrong, the children wondered?
Then out of the back of the wagon, fireworks went off. A little
shower of them, going "Bing! Bang! Bing ka-boom!" and it made
the kids happy. They knew Gandalf was not mad at them, and that
made them happy. So did the fireworks.
Lumbertoe saw the kids being happy, and he could not help but
smile. Then his wife, the she-hobbit Appleroot Stumptoe-Proudfoot,
came out and saw Lumbertoe smiling at Gandalf.
Appleroot disapproved, and it made her mad to see Lumbertoe
smiling at Gandalf. So Lumbertoe stopped smiling.
But he didn't stop thinking.
What if he could find Edgewood, his son? What if he sneaked
out after Bilbo Baggins' party tonight, and went to find him
on his own? Yes, he could do that, he thought. After all, it's
not like he hadn't been on adventures before. He thought back
to that time at the Prancing Pony. So many years ago . . . and
what was that gorgeous elf's name?
Ah, yes . . . . Arwen.
Chapter the 37th
Arwen was on her horse, with Frodo, dying, in the saddle in
front of her. It was a white horse. The Nazgul chased her, and
chased her, and chased her. They chased her across plains, and
past trees, and up and down hills. They went through the woods,
but she still outran them. Her horse was fast. She knew she
had to hurry, or her little friend Frodo would be dead.
Finally, she arrived at a stream. Her horse crossed it, clippity-clop,
splash, clippity-clop, splash, splash. She could feel the breath
of the Nazgul upon her neck, and it reminded her of Aragorn,
but in a bad way.
Finally, she wheeled around on her horse. The Nazgul started
to cross the stream, but drew back, as if they were afraid of
water. Arwen drew her mighty sword, and held it before her.
It was a mighty sword, she thought, mighty enough to cut someone
if she had to.
"If you want him," she hollered, "Come and claim him!"
All of the Nazgul drew their mighty swords.
One of them yelled, "I'll cut you, bitch!"
Then the Nazgul started crossing the stream! Arwen thought,
"I have to think of something, but what?"
Ah! Then she remembered — she would use her power! Her power
of hydrokinesis — the ability to make water appear
and do whatever you wanted it to do.
Summoning up her mental will, she looked down at the stream,
and it started filling up with water! Then she looked up, and
lots of water, a flood of it, started pouring down the river!
With a smirk, she made the water take the form of giant, wet
horses as it hurtled down the river toward the Nazgul.
As the water reached them, and flowed over them, the Nazgul
and their horses, black as midnight, were all swirled away as
if by a rushing flood.
"I guess they're all wet, eh, Frodo?" Arwen laughed.
But Frodo felt like he was going to die. He was very sick.
He had been stabbed. It hurt. Who was this woman with the funny
ears, he wondered. All he could think about was how he
had been stabbed. And he felt like he was fading away,
and like he was very sick.
"We've got to get you to Dad! He'll know what to do!"
Arwen shouted, and hurled Frodo on the back of her white
"To Rivendell — AWAY!!!" Arwen hollered, and her horse
listened to her, because she was a kind mistress to him.
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