narrator pov

You sat there, in a chair beside a man you'd known. Or not know, but you get the drift. Elrond stood up from his seat and started to speak, a speech you'd learned from your heart. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor." he pauses a little, letting his words sink in. "Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall." his eyes fall on you. It has been some days you've been here, and you and Elrond have grown close, friend-wise. he had taught you some things about middle earth you didn't know and some you already know. "Each race is bound to this fate — this one doom," he says, then gestures to the pedestal in front of you all, standing like a proud tree. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo," he says gently, and the little hobbit stands and goes to the pedestal, placing the Ring on top of it. 

The Ring starts to hum softly, and you sigh, your head throbbing ever so lightly at the words you hate. a man of Gondor, Boromir to be exact, speaks silently, but you hear him clear as day. "So it is true...." Frodo returns to his seat, seeming as a significant burden has been taken off his shoulders. Your eyes glaze over with pity. Boromir rises, and you know what he will do. "In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark. But in the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying: 'Your doom is near at hand.'" he says as he approaches the Ring on the pilith. Your eyes are narrow as you grip your chair slightly. Boromir reaches for the Ring, and you catch in the corner of your eyes that Elrond and Gandalf exchange worried looks. 

"Isildur's Bane." Boromir says, and you leap up, your voice usurpingly strong. "don't touch the Ring, Boromir son of Denethor. for it will seek to corrupt your heart and drive you mad. that Ring is purely evil" your voice seemed to attract the attention of the council. Former turns to you, bewildered, and a hint of anger shows in his features. " and what would a mere woman know about this?" he says as if mocking you. you narrow your eyes. "Im no mere woman, man of Gondor. I am from another world. I know that your fate would be forfeit if you take the one. Its master is Sauron, and him alone" you sit down in your seat, your eyes scanning the council, receiving some glances of surprise, wonder, and interest. 

Boromir stands, sure that the Ring is not evil; he says, "Why not use this Ring?" he then stands up and begins to pace. "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!" Aragorn then speaks up, aiding you. "lady Daenerys is right; you cannot wield it! None of us can. The One Ring answers that Sauron is alone. It has no other master." you glance at Aragorn, catching his eyes, and give him a small smile of gratitude. "And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir's words anger you, but before you can lash out on the captain of Gondor, Legolas beats you to it. 

"This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance," he says,  his voice firm. Boromir looks astonished at Aragorn before he says, "Aragorn? This... is Isildur's heir?" you purse your lips, a glare burns in your orbs. "And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas ads. You see Frodo in the Conor of your eyes looking wide-eyed at Aragorn. Aragorn speaks up in elvish, a language you don't know so much. "Havo dad, Legolas." legolas returns to his seat. Boromir looks at Aragorn, disbelief look in his eyes. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king," he says and returns, too, to his seat. Gandalf then speaks up. "Aragorn is right and lady days. We cannot use it." you then look at Elrond when he speaks. "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Gimli suddenly leaps up, gripping his ax. "Then what are we waiting for?" with a battle cry, he strikes the Ring with full force but is repelled back, throwing him to the ground. 

Suddenly the Eye flashes in your mind, and young rip your forehead. You see, Frodo has the same fate. the Ring remains intact as you belvied. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." Elrond says. at his last words, his brown eyes glide over the council. "One of you must do this." his terms are met by silence until Boromir speaks up. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. It is riddled with fire and ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!"

Legolas stands and says, annoyed, "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!" you stay seated as the argument breaks out. Your eyes lock on Frodo as he watches the Ring. you hear his harch whispers. "Ash Nazg Durbatulûk! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul! Ash Nazg Gimbatul!" the intensity of the arguments increase. You see as determination dawns on Frodo's face, making your draws in a blank look. Finally, he stands and takes a few steps toward the arguing council, trying to make his voice heard. anger festers your heart as none hears the little hobbit. " oi quiet!" you snarl, loud enough to catch the attention of the council. "precede, master Baggins" you say, noticing the look of gratitude the little hobbit sends you. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though — I do not know the way," he says. 

Gandalf turns, walks over to Frodo, and places his hands reassuringly on Frodo's shoulders. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." Aragorn then stands and walks over, saying. "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." he then kneels in front of Frodo. "You have my sword." you smile as you notice Elrond and Gandalf sharing a glance. You also stand, making the group turns their action to you. "we may now know each other, Frodo. But you're a good hobbit. I believe our journey will be an honorable one." you smile as you go and walk over to Gandalf, who smiles at you. 

"ten companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond declares, and you smile proudly. "Great! Where are we going?" Pippin says, making you all laugh. Wonder what this onerous will bring. 

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So this chapters up.

-Saph