Create a New Forum Admin Login Member Login Contribute to Voyager Search VoyForums Help Desk VoyForums Exchange VoyForums Directory/Categories VoyForums Homepage VoyForums News FAQ - Frequently Asked Questions

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3, 4 ]

Subject: The palantir Author: Aragorn [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:52:49 07/27/02 Sat Aragorn collapsed into a sitting position on the floor and drew his knees up towards his chest. Holding his head in his hands he lent against the young tree. This can’t be happening. “This can’t be happening,” he said again this time out loud in a vain effort to try and make it fact. “It just can’t.” He felt a drop run down the back of his neck and reached out to touch the tree’s bark. “Don’t be afraid,” he said surprising himself with the ease the words came. "No one here intends to hurt you.” He could hear the assembled courtiers begin to titter but he was beyond caring. The king beckoned one of the many servants over to him. “Would you be so good as to fetch the patantir from my study?” The man nodded and left hurriedly. For the time he was gone Aragorn sat in stillness oblivious to the outside world. “Sire, the stone.” “Thank you.” He was dimly aware of the presence of others within the room but he focused his attention on the whirling mists inside the stone. "You thought I was dead so you took my palantir and ran away?" The words rose involuntarily to his mind as he gazed into its blue depths. Unbidden an image of his wife surfaced inside the orb. Her skin was almost translucent; her once lustrous raven hair seemed lank as the Lord of Lorien soothed her into slumber. He recognised the room in which he lay as the one he had stayed in as Estel; had she remembered and chosen it purposefully? “For he believed that, he knew, the hearts of men are easily corrupted. Except...it took a ring of power with Isildur." Her words haunted him even as he beheld her dying image. "Did you honestly believe I did not love you? When I chose a mortal life, did you not realise that I loved you more than life itself?” Mordor. Focus on the mobilisation of Mordor, he told himself sternly. Arwen faded from the palantir and the semblance of the armies of darkness took her place. His eyes widened in horror as he watched the enemy numbers grow. Suddenly the orb grew warm and was filled with the giant eye, red and lidless. Horrified he flung it from him. So she had spoken the truth and they were doomed. Leaning against the tree for support he pushed himself to his feet, avoiding the sight of the still glowing stone. “Ladies and Gentlemen,” he said slowly. “It appears that while we slept Sauron has reformed his armies. We must regrettably begin preparing for war for it is upon us.” [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]