A Change in the Story

3- The Fellowship of the Ring

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"The time has come. Hold it up, and then Boromir will understand the remainder of his riddle," He said, as Boromir waited curiously.

There was a hush, and eyes turned to Frodo. Then, he pulled out the Ring and it gleamed and flickered as he held it up before them in his trembling hand.

"Behold Isildur's Bane!" Elrond exclaimed.

Boromir's eyes glinted as he gazed at the golden thing.

"This is our hardship, now what shall we do with the Ring, the least of rings, the trifle that Sauron fancies?" Lord Elrond finished, watching the room intently.

"It is a gift!" Boromir suddenly exclaimed, making me somewhat scoff quietly in irritation on the spot.

"A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why not use this ring? 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!" He went on, making my blood start to boil at the pride in his tone.

"Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, and let us use it against him!" He urged, almost speaking directly to Frodo as he started to pull it away.

"You cannot wield it," Aragorn spoke, catching Boromir's attention once more.

"None of us can. The ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," Aragorn stated, making Boromir look at him almost in a rage.

Frodo then hurriedly placed the ring on the table in the middle of the room and I was ready to defend Aragorn. Boromir did not earn my good side, and I was ready to stand and argue, even though I should probably keep calm.

"And what would a mere Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir spat, making me stand instantly, not realizing that yet another elf had followed.

"This is no mere Ranger!" Legolas exclaimed as I stood watching him next to Aragorn.

"He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn! You owe him your allegiance," Legolas continued proudly, making me wonder at his words, yet still, mentally applaud him.

"Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?" Boromir spoke, looking at Aragorn as if he were a new person.

"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas continued.

"Havo dad, Legolas," Aragorn said, as Legolas reluctantly sat. (Sit down,)

I had yet to say anything, so I simply also followed Aragorn's orders, gave a nod, and sat back down, not wanting to rile anyone else up.

"Gondor has no king," Boromir continued in a slight scoff.

"Aragorn is right, we cannot use it," Gandalf stated, sparing everyone time.

"The ring must be destroyed. It is the only choice," Lord Elrond finished.

Then the dwarf Gimli, son of Gloin, suddenly stood, almost in excitement.

"Then what are we waiting for?" He exclaimed, rushing towards the ring with his axe.

This made me uneasy, and in a second, his axe had quickly swung onto the ring, and in an instant, it shattered. Gimli fell back, and watched, as the ring remained unharmed.

Of course, the ring would have some dark magic to it, yet I wondered in which way the ring might be destroyed.

"The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, some of Glóin, by any craft that we here possess. The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be destroyed," Lord Elrond ended.