Three Rings for the Yokai-queens under the sky,
Seven for the Aiven-lords in their halls of stone,
Nine for Mortal Men doomed to die,
One for the Dark Lord on his dark throne
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,
One Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them
In the Land of Mordor where the Shadows lie.
(I am planning to draw So Much for this fusion au. This is only the beginning)
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Karai stared up at the looming, snow-covered mountain and the dark clouds hovering over it. “Even if spies see us and think to ambush us on the narrow path, the weather may prove to be the deadliest enemy. What do you think of this path now, April?”
Hearing this, Leo patted Raph’s arm, getting the attention of all his brothers. It sounded like April and Karai had been discussing their potential path for some time.
April glanced between Karai and Caradhras uneasily. “I never did like it. But there are no other passes over the mountains until the Gap of Rohan. And since your news of Saki… I don’t trust it. There’s too great a risk of capture.”
“There is also Moria, as Shelldon has suggested.”
April shuddered. “I’d rather try my chances with Saki.”
“Hey, wait a minute,” Leo spoke up. The wizard and woman turned to face him. “Does that mean that we’re gonna walk straight into-” he gestures at the mountain “-that whole situation?”
April gave him a smile that clearly aimed for comforting but ended up at strained. “Though it may not seem like it, I believe it to be the safest path.”
Leo frowned, unsure how to voice his doubt.
“How many days will it take to cross into warmer territory?” Donnie asked.
“Three at the very least,” answered Karai. “The weather will likely slow us.”
The Hobbits looked at each other, more unsure than ever.
“You’re right to worry about freezing to death,” added Casey, very much not comforting anybody. “Before we go up, we should each gather up as many sticks as we can carry.”
“Well… Raph can carry a lot…”
“Nope!” Donnie interjected. “Nuh-uh. I’m stopping this here. We are not going over that mountain.”
“Donatello, our journey-”
“Will not be over that mountain,” Donnie insisted. “Listen, we’re not dragging our heels just because ‘ooh, scary mountain, we might die’! You know we’re turtles, right?”
The entire fellowship stared at them blankly. ‘And?’ they seemed to be thinking.
“We’re Hobbits, so it works a little differently for us. As long as we’re awake, we handle the cold just like you guys- we shiver, and clothes keep us warm just fine. But once we fall asleep, and it’s cold enough… we just shut down. That’s why we’ve been piling on each other so close to the fire and taking shifts staying up even if it’s someone else’s turn; it’s already cold enough that we need to be careful. Up there?” Donnie points at the mountain. “A fire and a warm body to wrap around isn’t going to cut it. If we fall asleep, we’ll lose heat too fast. You won’t be able to wake us up, and then we’ll freeze faster than you can get us back down the mountain. If you can even move us. Our best chance of surviving the journey would be staying awake the whole time. But three or more days while we’re constantly exhausting ourselves? We can’t. This isn’t ‘we might die’, it’s ‘we will die’. Choose a different path.”
The rest of their company looked unsettled. Leo could only feel relieved that they appeared to believe Donnie.
“So I guess we’re going through the Gap of Rohan, then,” Casey said flatly.
“No,” Karai answered. “I would not dare lead the Ring so close to Isengard. The path we must take now is through Moria.”
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(Here's part 23 since tumblr was being wonky and you might have missed it)
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