Date: Sun, 11 May 2003 20:32:24 -0700 (PDT)
From: Silven Fox <silvenfox@yahoo.com>
Subject: Destiny of an Earth - 10

Disclaimer: I don't know Nsync. I don't know Justin Timberlake in real
life. This will be a Justin Timberlake centered story. This story is in no
way meant to imply that he is homosexual in real life. This story is simply
the work of a fan and is pure fiction.

I don't own The Lord of the Ring or any other works of the series. The
rights of the series goes solely to the series author JRR Tolkien.


Now that's out of the way. This story appeared in my head when I was
trapped in the car with my relatives for a 24-hour road trip. I was really
really bored! I shudder just thinking about that trip. Anyway, if your
below legal age to read this where your from, then all I can tell you is
stop and don't let your parents catch you. He he that's not much of a
warning, but hey what else can I do.

Now if you have any comments, feedback or you just want to drop a
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Chapter 10


The Fellowship had been travelling down the great river, Anduin, for almost
a week. After travelling for most of the day they decided to stop and make
camp on land.

Aragorn and Boromir hid in the shadows and watched a log float in the
river. Nothing was out of the ordinary about the piece of wood until one
looked closer upon inspection. A tiny creature was attached to it.

"Gollum," said Aragorn recognizing the creature. "He has tracked us since
Moria. I had hoped that we would lose him on the river. But he is too
clever a waterman."

"And if he alerts the enemy to our whereabouts, it will make the crossing
even more dangerous," worried Boromir. Aragorn nodded his head in
agreement.

Boromir saw his head nod so he continued. "Minas Tirith is the safer
road. You know that. From there we can regroup. Strike out for Mordor from
a place of strength." Aragorn sighed and looked to the stars. "There is no
strength in Gondor that can avail us."

Boromir scowled. "You were quick enough to trust the Elves. Have you so
little faith in your own people?" he questioned harshly. Aragorn started to
say something but Boromir didn't let him start.

"Yes, there is weakness, there is frailty. But there is courage also, and
honor to be found in Men. But you will not see that. You are afraid! All
your life, you have hidden in the shadows. Scared of who you are, of what
you are."

The rest of the Fellowship heard their conversation but didn't want to but
in. For it was not their place. Justin had a feeling he was the only one
silently cheering when Boromir told off Aragorn.

What Aragorn said next was enough to make Justin want to hit the Ranger for
Boromir. "I would not take the Ring within a hundred leagues of your city."
Justin frowned noticing the way Aragorn said your and not our city. Boromir
noticed it too. He shot the Ranger an icy look and stalked back to the
campsite. He sat down heavily glaring at the fire as if it wronged him in
some way.

Justin looked at Legolas. The Elf nodded showing that he knew that the
Steward needed his friend. Justin kissed his love and walked over to join
his troubled friend.

"Hey, you okay?"

Boromir broke his gaze from the fire and stared at Justin. His usual
cheerful brown eyes were clouded over in anger and sadness. He shook his
head and turned back to stare into the fire.

Jusitn patted his back. "He really got to you didn't he?"

Boromir sighed. "Why does he not have the faith in our people that I have?"
he said monotone.

"I don't know, Bo. But Gondor will not be destroyed. We will save your
city," he assured him. Boromir gave him a half smile. "Yes, we will save
Gondor. We won't let the white city fall."

Justin clapped him on the back. "That's the spirit Bo." Boromir cocked his
head in Legolas's direction. "I see a certain Elf that looks lonely."

Justin looked at Legolas and a wave of tenderness flooded his heart. "Don't
get any ideas Bo. He's mine," he kidded.

Boromir laughed and the cheerfulness reappeared in his eyes. He placed his
hand over his heart in mock hurt. "You wound me with your cruel
allegations."

Justin rolled his eyes. "Geez, And I thought the list of awful things about
you couldn't get any worse. Now I have to add bad acting to it."

"Hey!" Boromir yelled. He tackled Justin around the waist. They were a mass
of arms and legs rolling around in the dirt. When they realized they were
laughing loud enough to wake the dead they stopped and looked up at their
comrades clearly embarrassed.

Justin disentangled himself from Boromir and hugged Legolas. He looked down
at the ground when the blonde raised an eyebrow at him. He pointed his
finger accusingly at Boromir. "He started it!"

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The next day they were back to rowing down the river in boats. Boromir was
in a better mood than yesterday. But every time he saw Aragorn his face
would form into a scowl.

In the noontime they passed into a canyon. Aragorn's voice rang through the
quiet air. "Frodo, the Argonath! Long have I desired to look upon the kings
of old. My kin."

The Fellowship looked up in awe at the towering splendor of the
Argonath. Two majestic statues, carved right out of the rock, proudly stand
on each side of the Anduin. Their left arms are held aloft, their palms
facing outwards in gesture of warning.

Justin's 'spider sense' was going off again. He looked around for the
source of the alarm but nothing troubling was in sight. He looked to
Legolas to see if he felt it too. Legolas eyes met his and he nodded. "Do
you feel that?" Legolas asked scanning the shore carefully.

Justin nodded. "What is it Las?"

All the other Elf could do was shake his head. "I don't know, Luv? We need
to be very careful though."

They rowed a little bit further till they got to Parth Galen. Which was the
lawn above the Falls of Rauros. Amon Hen, the hill of sight, was only a few
leagues north of their location. It was a very old construction that was
made during the days of the great Kings.

They disembarked and pulled the boats on the gravel of the Parth
Galen. Justin looked around for the source of his unease, but still nothing
was seen. He closed his eyes and tried to feel the source out only to still
get nothing.

"We cross the lake at nightfall, hide the boats, and continue on foot,"
dictated Aragorn. "We approach Mordor from the north."

"Oh, yes? Just a simple matter of finding our way through Emyn Muil?" Gimli
said sarcastically. "An impassable labyrinth of razor-sharp rocks? And
after that, it gets even better!" Justin frowned. He didn't like the sound
of this. He wasn't the only one. Pippin was looking alarmed as well.
"Festering, stinking marshlands, as far as the eye can see!"

"That is our road. I suggest you take some rest and recover your strength
master dwarf," said Aragorn.

Gimli looked scandalized. "Recover my... phfwahh..."

Legolas gripped Justin's hand. "We should leave now," he said quietly to
Aragorn. The Ranger shook his head. "No. Orcs patrol the eastern shore. We
must wait for the cover of darkness."

Leoglas brow furrowed. "It is not the eastern shore that worries me. A
shadow and a threat has been growing in my mind. Something draws near. I
can feel it."

Justin nodded. Normally he wouldn't talk to Aragorn, but this situation was
becoming drastic. "I have felt it too. Something is coming." Out the corner
of his eye he caught the sight of Boromir and Frodo leaving. He tugged his
hand from Legolas to follow. The other Elf didn't notice his departure. He
was too busy trying to talk Aragorn into leaving now.

He hid behind a tree as the sound of voices reached his ears. "I ask only
for the strength to defend my people! If you would not only lend me the
Ring . . . "

"No!"

"Why do you recoil from me? I am no thief!"

"You are not yourself."

"What chance do you think you have? They will find you. They will take the
Ring. And you will beg for death before the end! It could have been
mine. It should be mine! Give it to me! Give me the Ring!"

Justin ran as fast as he could as Frodo's voice grew louder with
fear. Boromir's voice kept getting angrier and bitter. Oh please no. Not
you, Bo. Don't let the ring get to you. Fight it.

If Justin was focused and aware he would have realized the speed he was
running at. No human or Elf was capable of the speed he ran. The trees
around him were nothing but brown blurs as he sprinted through the forest
like some cross-country runner.

He ran into the clearing and saw Boromir alone on the ground with his face
in his hands. "Bo!" he cried racing to his friend's side. He looked up his
face desolate and sad. "I tried to take the Ring from the little one," he
said remorseful.

Justin drew him into a hug. "I know. The Ring is too strong for anyone to
resist for long. Since you worry about Gondor and your people the Ring fed
on it and used it to twist your mind."

Boromir stood and wiped his eyes. "I must apologize to Frodo."

Justin suddenly stopped moving and froze in place. He looked off into the
distance. "They're here. They have finally found us," he said
softly. Boromir touched his shoulder. "Justin what is wrong?"

Justin shook his head coming out of his daze. "Boromir sound the horn. The
Orcs have come."

The other man didn't waste time. He snatched the Horn of Gondor from his
belt and blew with all his might. They heard voices yelling yards ahead of
them. Simultaneously they pulled out their weapons and ran towards the
direction of the sound.

They came into another clearing. Merry and Pippin were waving at the Orc
army each had their daggers drawn. Justin caught sight of Frodo running
away. Merry and Pippin were bravely distracting the army so their friend
could get away.

The little hobbits breathed out sighs of relief when they saw
them. "Finally the cavalry comes!" said Merry.

They stood together as the Orc surrounded them. These were not ordinary
Orcs. They were bigger and muscular. They were Uruk-Hai. Justin gripped his
sword tight looking at the Orcs around them with trepidation. "It looks
like the Orcs went and discovered steroids."

"Justin this is really not the time," said Boromir. Justin was about to
reply but the Orcs advanced. They were forced to go on the offensive.

Waves and waves of the Orcs fell under the combine might of Boromir and
Justin's blows. They were stronger but no smarter than the regular Orcs. It
was a fight for their lives. One little slip could be the end of them.

Boromir decapitated an Orc and turned to Merry and Pippin. "Run you two!"

Merry dodged an Orcs swing. "No we will not leave you!" Pippin made a nose
of agreement before jumping on an Orcs back and stabbing it in the base of
its neck.

Justin fought with everything he had. They were making considerable damage
to the other side but not enough. They needed the others help and
soon. They could only fight by themselves for so long.

Pippin and Merry lift their swords high. "For the Shire!" They cried
together. They never had a chance to strike. The Uruk-Hai lifted them up
and carried them off.

"No! The little ones!" yelled Boromir seeing them get carried off. Justin
saw it too. But there was nothing they could do. The Orcs had them closed
off on all sides. They were coming from everywhere.

A huge Uruk-Hai came from seemingly nowhere. It had a white handprint on
its face and something akin to intelligence was in its gaze. It said
something and the Uruk-Hai troops started to disperse. It sneered at them
and raised a black bow aiming for Boromir.

Time seemed to slow down and go in slow motion. Justin saw the Uruk-Hai
raise the bow and take aim. Suddenly a voice began to whisper in his ear.
'The power is in your voice. The power is in your voice. The power is in
your voice. Use your voice!' Justin didn't know where the instructions were
coming from.

With a start he realized those were Gandalf's last words to him. Then it
clicked. He knew exactly what the voice was talking about. It all made
sense now. Why every time he sung people went into a trance.

He had been using his wizard powers all along. And he didn't even know
it. His power was in his voice! Gandalf recognized it after he heard him
sing all those months ago.

Justin took a deep breath and let loose. An impossibly loud scream louder
than humanly possible issued from his mouth. The Uruk-Hai that happened to
be still near him fell to their knees screaming in agony. Each had blood
trickling out of their ears.

The rest of the Fellowship burst into the clearing to find Justin screaming
at the top of his lungs. Dead Orcs littered the ground. Each had blood
pooling around their heads.

Amazingly Justin's screaming didn't effect the Fellowship. They knew it was
loud but it was bearable. They gasped as they caught sight of Justin. He
was standing next to a shocked Boromir. More shocking than his scream was
his eyes. His eyes had turned totally blue and they were glowing brightly.

Legolas ran to Justin and shook his shoulders. "Justin! Justin! You must
stop!" he yelled.

Surprisingly he stopped at the blonde's command. He closed his mouth and he
blinked. The blue in his eyes receded and the glowing stopped. "Luv, what
happened?"

"I-I understand now," Justin said breathing heavily.

Boromir placed his hand on his friend's shoulder. "Understand what? What
magic was that?"

Justin leaned against Legolas. "When I was brought here Gandalf said I was
part Elf, Human, and Wizard. I have been unknowingly using my wizard power
all along. Every time I sung. You all went into a trance. That was because
of my Wizard power."

Gimli leaned against his axe. "So that is what Gandalf meant when he said
the power is in your voice. He knew."

Justin nodded. "Yeah. He must had realized it after I sung for you all," he
said exhausted. "Forget about me for now. The Orcs took Merry and Pippin."
Boromir made a noise of agreement. Then he looked around. "Where's Frodo?"

"I let him go," said Aragorn.

Boromir looked down sadly at the ground. "Then you did what I could not."

Justin frowned and turned to Boromir. "Bo, I told you the Ring is super
crazy. It's like Lex Luthor. Only packed into a cheap looking twenty five
cent ring."

Justin sighed as he met blank stares. He buried his head in Legolas's
shoulder. "Why do I even bother," he said his voice muffled by the Elf's
tunic.

They walked back to the boats to retrieve their things. Legolas rushed out
into the water. Frodo and Sam were across the other side of the river
rushing off into the bushes.

"Hurry! Frodo and Sam have reached the Eastern Shore!"

Aragorn looks saddened. "Frodo's fate is no longer in our hands."

"What are you talking about?" Boromir asked looking towards Frodo's and
Sam's location. "The Ring-Bearer must continue his journey without us."

Gimli hupmhed angrily. "Then it has all been is vain. The Fellowship has
ended."

Aragorn shook his head. "Not if we remain true to each other." Justin
nodded along. "I hate to say it. But Aragoon--"

"Aragorn," Aragorn corrected.

Justin continued on as if he didn't hear him. "He is right. We do need to
remain true to each other. We are all we have left."

"Yes. We may be broken but we are still the Fellowship," said Bormir.

Aragorn looked around at their determined faces. "We will not abandon Merry
and Pippin to torment and death. Not while we have strength left. Leave all
that can be spared behind. We travel light. Let's hunt some Orc."

"Yes!!!" cheered Gimli. Justin laughed at his excitement. "I see someone
went and gave the Munchkin some sugar."

Everyone couldn't help grinning. Aragorn looked at his comrades. "Let us
depart!" Justin squeezed Legolas's hand. They looked at each other and the
love they had for each other was spoken through their gaze. With a wasting
a moment they ran into the woods following Aragorn, Boromir, and Gimli.


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