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towerofanimus2012-11-08 05:18 am
the road goes ever on and on
Setting: DORM 1-08 > CAFETERIA > > ART ROOM
Format: Prose or Action however you'd like!
Summary: Frodo arrives straight from a spaceship and begins roaming the floors. It's easy to get lost when you're a hobbit.
Warnings: SPACESHIPPPPPPPS and lots of words for an intro!!!
DORM ROOM 1-08 |
Frodo assumes when he wakes that he'll be in the pods, covered in liquid that is supposed to secure his wellbeing on a flying ship. When he opens his eyes he learns that to be another story. Instead of the familiar appearance of his room aboard the Tranquility, he finds himself in one entirely unknown to him. He sits up, hand immediately going to his neck, only to find that around it is some sort of strange collar. Try as he might, he can't seem to remove it, and his hands fall lower until they close around a ring, feeling a pulse as if it were a living thing.
It's only when the hobbit begins to move around, glance at what is very clearly not his room does he see the notes. Nothing looks familiar, and the more I see the less I believe I'm where I ought to be. He holds the letters, begins to read them.
What he finds makes him drop the papers entirely.
Arda is gone. Middle-earth is no more. The Shire is lost.
He couldn't accept it. He had been on the Tranquility for five months but was told time did not pass. It would seem it was a lie. I had dwelled there too long, and now home suffers for it. The hobbit sat on the floor in the middle of his room, eyes blankly staring at the cieling as he began to truly feel the weight of despair, despair with little hope. For so long he had kept the belief alive in his heart that the Shire would be safe if he finished the Quest, that the world would not be dark forever. That as heavy as his burden grew, he might yet return from it it all--he might return and mend with Sam, his cousins.
Was he to believe that all the suffering and loss had been for nothing? If all was lost why did the Ring continue to pain him, to burden him the more and more he despaired? Try as he might to wrap his head around the news, Frodo found he couldn't. All rested on him destroying the Ring but with no world to do this, what had been the point of it all? What more could he have done differently?
For a time he said nothing, simply put his head in his hands, too stunned to even weep, to mourn. Tears pricked his eyes but did not fall. What had been the point of any of it? Have I failed the Quest? Are we to blame, for staying too long?
Could he truly believe any of it? And where had Legolas gone? It was the thoughts of his companion that roused him on his feet, desperate to find him alive, safe and unharmed. That it was all a dream and there was still hope left.
He opened the door.
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CAFETERIA
Frodo quickly found the Tower to be larger than the Tranquility. The number of rooms, the winding halls and levels quickly made work of an already exhausted mind. By the time he reached the Cafeteria it was with weary feet; made wearier by a heavy heart. As he observed the surroundings, he found it similar to the cafeteria of the spaceship.
Yet it isn't the same, He thought helplessly, finding that despite the food arranged before him, he had no appetite. He could barely stomach the news, he doubted he could stomach a meal. It was with one more glance that he began to make his way out of the area, hand absentmindedly closing around what his necklace carried. He could see no signs yet of his elven friend, and the longer he could not find him, the more dread began to fill his heart.
ART ROOM
By the time he arrived in the twelth room, Frodo had begun to lose hope of finding Legolas. No matter where he looked in this maze of rooms, he could not find his friend. They had been together only moments before, what had changed? Moving inside the room he began to look around. The numerous pictures on the wall were not unknown to Frodo, and some of them had him sucking in a breath at what they were.
In one frame he saw a beautifully painted image of The Shire. For a moment Frodo could do nothing but stare, heart in his throat at the sight of the rolling grass, real or not. It was an image of home and one that written words would have him believe he had failed. There is still a Shire, it cannot be lost. Had he not said before that he could keep going as long as the Shire was safe? Yet how would this place know of it's beauty? The paintings did it justice but it was not the real thing. A frame did not capture the touch of grass, the feeling of a warm sun shining on your face with no fear of darkness near. No, this was not his Shire. It was with a hard swallow that he turned his head away, finding it too painful to look at.
A few more pictures struck him as familiar. Places he'd traveled, a painting depicting the Council of Elrond. Ahead he saw an image of the snowy mountains of Caradhras, the bright golden woods of Lothlorien. Beautiful images from his journey, yet not all were like it. The further down the wall he walked, he began to see things he'd rather not remember or look upon. Images of orcs and goblins in the Mines of Moria, the Balrog of Morgoth..
Yet perhaps what was worst of all was the image of a great eye , staring at Frodo unblinkingly. It was enough to send him staggering back a few steps, hand clenched tight over the gold chain he never removed from his neck. Only a painting, he reminded himself, yet his heart was still painfully tight in his chest, breath still strained. He moved past the portrait, finding even a depiction of the great eye to be dangerous enough. He would have no more things adding to his fears.
Who had painted them all? Were they on the walls as if to remind him of what he'd lost? Things he'd experienced and seen that had not been enough? The hobbit swallowed hard, not removing his clasp over the Ring. He could not believe the letters. It couldn't be true. Sam had said things were worth fighting for, and Frodo believed him in that. Because there were. Good things, good people from all sorts of worlds. So it couldn't have been for nothing. Yet what could he do? He was more lost and far from home than before, and now they would have him believe there was no home to fight for.
And above all Frodo was weary. He had wandered so far the moment he'd left the Shire, and had never stopped. Now here, surrounded by paintings he wondered what it all had been for.
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Your home is beautiful. I can see why anyone would want to go back in a hurry.
[staring at the painting again, the gallery's strange powers start working, and Terra feels the peace and comfort emanating from the image]
...There's still hope to get us all out of this place. Surely it'll be a lot easier with a man like Gandalf around. His magic is powerful.
[turning to look back at the other, Terra has a ghost of a smile on his face]
It's difficult to find someone here since the Tower is so big, but I could help you look, if you'd like.
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It is beautiful. After all I've seen, I see that clearly now.
[ words like that, what he's saying, are the sort of words he needs to hear. his voice is quiet. ]
You think perhaps they might be lying? Whoever brought us here?
[ because he has to believe there's still a way back. for everyone's sake. for his sake. there's hope tight in his chest at the mention of gandalf again. if there was anyone he wanted to see other than bilbo or sam, it was him. ]
If it truly is Gandalf..then I'd be very grateful if you could help me find him.
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If I'm honest, I don't know what to believe, except what I know from my own world. I'm sure with enough magic users in one place, we can figure something out. We're not going to give up so easily.
[Terra smiles for the first time, even if it is a small, quiet one.] I'd be happy to reunite old friends. It helps, in this place. To know people.
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[ the idea of no home to tether himself to as the burden grew was a far darker picture than this tower.
the smile, tiny as it is, encourages frodo, and he smiles a little in turn. ]
Thank you. Who do I owe this to?
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[holding out his hand]
I'm glad someone agrees. Sometimes it feels like we forget to fight.
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A pleasure to meet you, Terra. My name is Frodo Baggins. I'm of a mind to agree with you.
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...That's not a very dwarfish name.
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Perhaps it is because I'm not a dwarf. I am a hobbit.