His Corrupted Mind [Witch-King x OC]

Chapter XII : The Council of Elrond

"Hope is being able to see that there is light despite all of the darkness." -Desmond Tutu

The young Elven woman led her up a shaded staircase and when they were at the top she gestured to a side corridor and left quietly. After taking a deep breath to calm her nerves, Inconnu turned the corner and was greet by an open architecture that made the somewhat small area feel much more spacious.

In a half circle were nineteen seats, filled with representatives for each of the races of Middle Earth, facing a more ornate chair where Lord Elrond would sit as he was currently standing. In front of him was a pedestal of a cream colored stone. Lord Elrond caught her gaze and gave a nearly imperceptible nod, and Inconnu relaxed further and remained in the shadow of the pillar next to her, content to lean against it.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old." Lord Elrond greeted to all those gathered for this council.

"You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction." His tone became more serious, emphasizing the danger of the coming events.

"You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom."

Lord Elrond now looked to young Frodo, who was nervous as he sat in his seat. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."

Now he sat in his chair, taking a glance at everyone before setting his gaze on Frodo once more. Frodo collected himself as he walked over to the pedestal, withdrawing from his pocket a simple gold ring and placing it on the stone before quickly returning to his seat. The young Hobbit sighed and relaxed more in his seat, closing his eyes. Inconnu smiled softly in sympathy.

It can't have been easy for him to carry the One Ring, however briefly that time was.

Many of those present eyed the Ring with suspicion and when Inconnu looked to Boromir, she saw a glint in his eyes as he put a hand to his mouth as he said, "So it's true."

The other now looked to him as he continued. "In a dream I saw the Eastern sky grow dark," Boromir now stood and slowly made his way to the Ring "in the West a pale light lingered, a voice crying, 'Your doom is near at hand!'" He kept walking towards the pedestal as he went on. "Isildur's Bane is found."

Lord Elrond looked to Gandalf, each sharing a concerned look as Boromir now reached out to the Ring saying, "Isildur's Bane."

Now Elrond leaped to his feet and said in warning, "Boromir!"

Suddenly the sky darkened and Inconnu's grey gaze whipped to Gandalf, whose presence became much for formidable. The hairs on the back of her neck prickled to a standing position when the wizard then spoke in the black tongue of Mordor.

"Ash nazg durbatul'k, ash nazg gimbatul."

One of the dwarves shouts in fright as Gandalf stands from his seat, Boromir backing away from the pedestal towards his own.

"Ash nazg thrakatul'k,"

Lord Elrond now held his head in pain, as if the tongue Gandlaf spoke in, physically hurt him. Another of the Elves, one with fine white-blond hair and vastly different from his darker-haired companions, was grimacing as well as Gandalf went on.

"Agh burzum-ishi krimpatul."

One Ring to rule them all, One Ring to find them,

One Ring to bring them all and in the Darkness bind them.

Inconnu, unlike many of the other representatives, remained unaffected by the utterance of Black Speech and when Gandalf was done the skies cleared and the sun once again shined upon them all. Boromir had now sat down in his seat, nearly collapsing into it. Lord Elrond himself held the features of both shock and anger, and his words reflected such emotions.