In the capital city of Albion, called Camelot and known as the white city of Gods. Two Perfect Angelic beings were in the sky, one in the form of a man who shined a golden red light, and the other in the form of a woman who shined a pure white holy light.
And by the holy power of these two holy beings, the poison ash clouds had begun to slowly be pushed away from the skies of Albion. Already the sun had begun to shine down upon the white city and its many magnificent gardens and buildings of white marble.
All around the people looked to the skies at the three lights, one of the sun and the other two of their holy rulers fighting back the darkness. Some were on their knees in prayer, while some merely watched in awe having seen this before and one named Gandalf was merely laying on a grass field admiring the sight.
"Damn my parents sure are something." He amused to himself, being overjoyed at the feeling of finally having the warm winter sun shining upon his bare skin. Already he had discarded most of his clothes and was now in his underwear, letting his muscular mostly naked self bask in the light of the sun.
But as he was enjoying his time here he did wonder if there was something else that he was supposed to be doing right about now. However his thoughts were quickly cut off as large wight angelic wings suddenly blocked out the sun from him, and then a small feminine figure landed upon his bare chest.
In annoyance he groaned as the young angelic teenage girl, with platinum blonde hair and deep blue eyes stood upon him. With contempt she frowned and crossed her arms under her noticeable breasts. She was quite the petite little thing, but a real beauty no doubt, even her nagging voice was like sweet music to his ears.
"Brother Gandalf I see you're lazing around as always, while everyone else is training and working to make this land into a better place."
Looking up at the teenage girl nonchalantly Gandalf merely said.
"Yeah, and that's exactly why I don't need to do anything. Now please Juniel just let me lay around and enjoy the sun in peace. I think after that whole incident with the dragon in the east and everything else that I have earned this much at least."
Juniel didn't agree, she stomped her little feminine feet on his bare chest and huffed as she said.
"No way Gandalf! I'll not let you, now come on and let's go help mother and father already, it will be fun. And besides the sun is a lot warmer and brighter up there."
Gandalf rolled his eyes at the mention of this, which was like work to him.
"Ah, but flying is so tiring. Instead why don't you just join me here on the ground where our mortal subjects reside. Its a lot nicer here on the grass than up there were its so windy and so much colder as well."
Once more Juniel stomped her feet upon his chest, and then began flapping her long angelic Wings, causing huge gusts of wind to be blown into Gandalf's face. Gandalf though merely closed his eyes and showed a smile.
Seeing her annoying him not working, Juniel sighed in defeat and then reluctantly said.
"Hmm, fine, if you come then I'll. Mmm, I'll I'll give you a kiss ok! You you pervert!"
Suddenly the young angelic beauties face turned to shame as she quickly flapped her wings and flew into the sky. Though Gandalf's eyes were wide open now as he pumped his fist into the sky and said.
"Yes, score one for Gandalf, let's go."
And with that said Gandalf stood up, massive white angelic wings sprouted out his muscular back and then he also took to the skies.
***
At the same time the legendary group of 6 were having their small fishing boat towed along by a medium sized ship with black sails. With none of them knowing how to operate a boat with a sail or how to even row properly the people on the black sailed ship had been kind enough to toss them a rope, so that they could be pulled along.
Although the group felt ashamed of themselves, they felt even more intrigued by the Nine shapely dark figures on the other ship that hadn't said a word to them. The Nine hadn't so much as taken a few glances at them, and more strange was that their boat seemed to almost be totally moving on its own, as the Nine chicks were just hiding somewhere on the ship and not operating it at all.
Gimli didn't like this situation and was quick to say it. "I don't like this, those Nine are suspicious."
Frodo had other things on his mind. "Yeah, but suspicious and shapely is just like so hot and sexy."
Sam had his mind on his wounded legs as he cried out. "Oh God it hurts. Can't you heal them any faster."
Aragon focused on the healing as he snapped back at Sam. "Be still Sam, your moving and whining is just making this harder for me. I can't remove those bone fragments or heal your skin if you don't stay still, and the longer this takes the more it's going to hurt. So calm down my man."
Merry on the other hand couldn't help but wonder. "How much do you guys guess that such a ship like theirs is worth? I mean its got at least 2 floors, or maybe three and I bet the captains quarters is pretty nice as well. While we have one small room with no beds, damn why did you guys even buy this piece of shit boat? Its so not meant for 6 people or going in the sea."
Pippin tried to comfort Merry. "Now now Merry, you shouldn't be mad at Gimli and Aragon. Just be happy that we even have a ship, otherwise we would have needed to swim over the channel to the south.
Merry merely huffed in annoyance at these words. While Pippin continued being positive as he looked to Frodo and asked. "Hey Frodo where do you think those Nine ladies are going to? They haven't said anything to us yet. Maybe you should go talk to them and ask if they could take us all the way to the south, hmm?"
With this Frodo agreed, dropping his heavy bag, but leaving his sword on his back as he then prepared to then jump to the other ship to talk to them.
***
On the black sailed ship, Nine busty chicks were in a discussion with one another.
A short silver haired chick looked at her other sisters and suggested. "Lets just lead them to the open sea and leave them there. If they can't sail or row, they will eventually die from hunger. Then we can go and look if they in fact have the ring or not, right?"
Another similar looking short haired chick seemed horrified by these words as she let out a gasp and let her opinion be known. "Oh no, sister what are you saying? That's just cruel, we can't do that. That's like, well that's like straight up intentional murder and its not something we do, ok. I say we get on land, find a graveyard and get the undead to try it out again. That way we are not responsible and don't need to feel bad."
Now the others seemed disturbed by this suggestion, especially the smallest of them who was quick to say.
"No way, that's just dumb. We already did that and lost brave Imperiel for it. Like, mmm, like why don't we just talk to them? Maybe they aren't so bad after all. Mmm, I mean those guards were looking at us, but they didn't try and touch us and were kind of nice. So maybe they are also nice? I mean maybe people in Albion are just like really nice overall?"
To this two long haired Chicks were quick to nod their heads at approvingly. Though one of the shorter haired chicks countered by saying.
"Ooh, and are you going to go and talk to them then?"
Hearing this the small one visibly flinched and seemed to turn shy as she looked down, fiddled with her fingers and shyly said.
"Ahm, no. I mean, mmm, you know. I'm no good at talking to, to, well you know, men. Besides shouldn't the leader do the talking, I mean sister Laila, did it before as well. So why not now?"
The tallest of them who was the leader named Lailazil seemed unsure, but after a moment of thought she put her slender hands into a fist and with determination looked to her sisters and said.
"Ok, I'll, I'll do it. I'll talk to those men, however I am not getting on that boat with them, ok? But talking from a distance is fine, I will get that ring for big sister Olga, I'm sure."
Sitting there in a circle on their knees, they all nodded fiercely saying. "Yeah, yeah, for big sis Olga."
However Lailazil quickly seemed to lose confidence as if thinking of something as she suddenly suggested.
"Oh but, why don't we have something to drink first. There's no rush right, hihi hi?"
But then suddenly a powerful bang was heard as Frodo landed at the back of the ship. All the women immediately were startled and screamed as they scrambled backwards towards the front of the ship in a panic. "Ahhhhh, Kyaahh, nooooo!"
Soon all were on their big butts hugging one another as Frodo walked confidently towards them, he showed a confident smile to them and said his greeting.
"Well hello there ladies."
As he said this he walked past the ships steering wheel, but quickly stopped as the ladies extended their arms towards him, with their palms facing him. It was strange, but just then he felt danger, he wasn't sure how but he knew that if he were to pushed these ladies anymore then death would fall upon him.
Suddenly sweat came to his forehead, he lifted up his arms in surrender and his cool demeanor was suddenly gone as the tallest of the beauties yelled in a panic.
"Noooo, stay away! I'm warning you, you you, brute! Intruder!"
The Nine beauties seemed to be scared out of their minds. They were totally unnarmed and only seemed to have those silver gauntlets with sharp nails like claws as possible weapons. Frodo could hardly believe it, just what were Nine unnarmed beauties doing alone on the ship and how were they still managing to give him a sense of danger.
Though as he looked at their open palms he quickly remembered seeing Gandalf doing the same thing. It was something to do with magical veins in one's body that made it so that magic was only able to be shot forth from certain ends of the body like the hands.
And as if realising something huge, Frodo unconsciously took a few steps back, his eyes widened as he asked.
"Wait what, are all of you wizards? How, isn't magic like really rare? Just who are you girls? You wouldn't happen to be my cousin's as well, and a part of the royal family here or something?"
Now the Nine seemed a bit taken a back as the tallest of them lowered her hand and said.
"No, we aren't from here. We are from the northern part of the continent, from Fineland."
Quickly one of the other girls grabbed a hold of the tallest one and complained.
"Sister you aren't supposed to tell anyone that. Its a secret remember, hmm?"
Realising her mistake the tallest one seemed ashamed as she covered her mouth and said no more. Frodo seeing this though couldn't help but feel amazed by the tall woman's cute face as he bravely took one step forward and said.
"Please don't be alarmed by me. I'm Frodo Baggins of The Shire, the future King of the Halflings and I mean you no harm. I merely wish to ask where it is that you are heading to? Maybe we could travel together and help each other out along the way. For you see we do not know the way, however we do know how to fight and would be quite happy to accompany you and act as your Knights along the way. I know I might not look like it, but trust me, I am strong and I will do my utmost do defend you beautiful ladies."
As Frodo said this he specifically looked to the tallest of them and extended his hand towards her. In response the woman's cheeks reddened a little and her pretty face actually showed a genuine smile.
Though the two long haired Chicks were quick to stand up and come before their leader as they questioned Frodo.
"Oh yeah, and how would a small boy like you protect anything? Don't lie to us."
The other one nodded her head fiercely as she added by saying.
"Yeah that's right, I bet that sword on you're back isn't even real. It's probably made of wood and has merely been painted over."
Frodo was annoyed, he was not a boy or weak. Though he was glad to see that no dangerous hands were pointed at him anymore. Most of the women were now actually looking at him with challenging eyes as they sat upon their knees, although some still seemed a bit uncertain as they sat on their butts.
Still he couldn't let this insult go and was quick to counter by saying.
"I see, well if you think it's fake then come and take it. I myself bet that your delicate bodies can't even lift it out of its sheath."
Gasps could be heard from the Nine women as Frodo lifted up his chin arrogantly and turned around to give the women a good view of his sword. The women were in rage at this, but none pointed their dangerous hands at him and merely shook their fists.
The shortest of them was especially pissed. For all her life she had been called small and weak, and now this small boy, even smaller than her was calling her weak was too much. Usually she was a timid person, but now she couldn't take it anymore.
With determination she stood up, pushed her taller shorthaired sisters aside and said.
"I'll show him who's strong."
Shocked by her actions the tallest of them called out to her.
"No Annahil, you can't. He could still be dangerous."
The small Annahil didn't stop or look back, she merely said.
"No, I won't. I'm not scared, I'm a great magician and I'm strong, you'll see."
Frodo raised an eyebrow at the woman's words. And as she came closer he glanced backwards slightly and asked.
"So you're Annahil, a wizard?"
Annahil merely huffed at Frodos words.
"No, I'm the one and only Annahil, a really great Wizard and not just some wizard, ok."
To Frodo The girl sounded a bit feisty, though a bit timid as well which made her seem quite cute to his eyes. And amazingly as she walked behind him, she barely was even a head taller than what he was. And as she looked upon the sword he could immediately feel her doubts and hesitation.
Glancing at her short petite form Frodo then asked.
"Wait, you wouldn't happen to be a Halfling as well?"
Clearly offended annahil shook her fist and yelled.
"Shut up, I'm just short ok! I'm no Halfling or whatever you are, hmh"
Then with both hands the beautiful Annahil grabbed a hold of Frodos sword and pushed and pulled on it, trying with all her might to get it out of its sheath. She was a feisty one for sure, but sadly that wasn't enough to give her the strength to lift the sword.
Though she still didn't give up, so Frodo momentarily lifted his hand to stop her as he said.
"Wait, let's try this."
In wonder Annahil let go of the sword and as she did, she suddenly got startled as Frodo turned to face her. She seemed ready to run away just then, but before she could Frodo kneeled before her letting her have a lower and better angle at taking the sword out.
Annahil was surprised, she suddenly felt a strange warmth within her at the young Halfling man's kind gesture. Though her determination still held strong as she grabbed the sword handle with both her dainty little hands and began to pull.
She gritted her teeth, closed her eyes and let out a few girlish squeals as she tried and tried to pull. Seeing this Frodo smiled, hah suck it bitch, who's the man here, who? Though he thought of this, he could feel the sword move a tiny bit, the girl was strong and that was kind of admirable to him.
Looking up at her struggling she in fact looked kind of cute and cool at the same time. The sight of her brought a smile to his face, and with slight movements he moved his hands upon her hands that were surprisingly smaller than his. Though sadly he couldn't feel her real slender hands all that well as she wore her silver gauntlets.
Then with his help the sword slowly lifted out the sword sheath to Annahils amazement. She was so amazed in fact that she totally failed to notice Frodo doing all the work as she then lifted the massive sword up into the air.
She could feel its massive weight, a weight that was more than she herself was and yet she was actually holding onto it. Even the other girls seemed amazed as they gasped in shock at the sight. Then she brought the sword close to her body and was then suddenly turned around to face the other girls.
And like a true female knight in black she awesomely held the huge sword In front of her body. Seeing her sisters stunned expressions she couldn't help but smile victoriously, she wasn't weak at all after all.
She was so strong and felt so safe within the strong arms that supported her and that muscular and hard body that was pressed against her back. Then Frodos deep voice rang out in her ears asking.
"Well how does it feel? Are you happy?"
Nodding her head fiercely Annahil happily said.
"Yeah I'm happy, thank you."
And with that the sword was suddenly snatched out of her hands easily by a small man's hand who then put it on his back as if it weighed nothing to him. Seeing it she turned in astonishment to see Frodo there right behind her. And just then realization hit her, the realisation that she in fact hadn't lifted the sword on her own at all, and this little man had actually touched her, and was now standing there right before her, so close, too close.
In disbelief she stumbled backwards away from Frodo, her mind was a mess, she was so ashamed and in such a panic as well. Her footing got all messed up and then she tripped.
"Ahhhhh!"
She screamed as she began to fall, but was suddenly stopped as strong hands grabbed a hold of her and pulled her in close.
With real concern Frodo held the woman and asked.
"Are you ok, please I know I might look a bit scary with this black armour and everything, but please don't run. Honestly I mean no harm, if anything I wish to protect you from harm and become someone that women such as you can look to for comfort and safety. My words from before aren't a lie, I really do want to travel with you, I swear, upon my blood and honour."
Annahil was now like jelly within Frodos arms as she held onto him and asked.
"Re re really?"
Frodo merely nodded his head and showed a smile. Annahil on the other hand couldn't help but blush as she then suddenly became so overwhelmed by her emotions that she fainted, her knees gave out and she further fell into his strong hard embrace.
In Annahils mind it was like she had just been proposed to by a man. He actually offered to travel with her and to be her protector. She had never heard such sweet words, and he even said it with such passion and conviction. Her heart was beating like crazy and her mind felt so foggy as she didn't know what to think anymore, and so not knowing what to do her body merely decided to try and faint and let time handle everything for her.
The other girls wanted to rush to their sister's aid, but were afraid to do so. Frodo was now sitting down with Annahil on his lap as he held one arm at the back of her head and another cupped her cheek. Annahil was seemingly in great danger and yet they didn't dare to do or say anything.
They had seen him move that huge sword of his, he was in fact extremely strong and dangerous. The sight of him made them shiver a little as they searched their panicking minds for answers to this situation. How could they save their little sister from this beast that was in the form of a small man called a Halfling?