The Fellowship of the Ring (Finished but Editing)

The Council of Elrond

I tried not to look at Aragorn, but I couldn't help it. Whenever our gazes locked, we smiled, and I looked away.

Caleniel let out a small laugh, and I glared at her. She froze and looked away.

I lightly nudged her as Legolas walked in. "Here comes your boy toy."

Caleniel froze with a blush and looked down. "I still don't know what that means, but I'm still taking it as not good."

I grinned, letting out a small laugh. 

Elrond stepped forward. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo." He gestured for the hobbit to place the ring on a small pedestal.

Frodo hesitantly did so. There were a few gasps and whispers spreading throughout the council. Caleniel's eyes were wide. I looked at the ring, feeling something awful in my stomach.

 Boromir's eyes glued to the ring. "So it is true!" He took a deep breath and slowly walked toward the ring. "A dream: I saw the Eastern sky grow dark, but in the West a pale light lingered. The voices crying of dooms near at hand. A suitor's pain is found."

My brows crashed together as he reached out for the ring.

"Suitor's pain."

"Boromir!" Elrond rose.

Gandalf began cast a spell of darkness as he shook the earth, standing up. I stared at Gandalf with wide eyes. I took a deep breath, hoping he would calm down. Once Boromir sat down, Gandalf made every part of the angry magic disappear.

 My head whirled to Caleniel. "That story you told me sixty years ago."

Caleniel nodded as she looked at the ring with wide eyes. "It's true," she whispered back.

Elrond turned to Gandalf. "Never before had any voice uttered the words of that tongue here and in Imladeris."

"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the black speach of Mordor may have been heard in every corner of the West. The ring is all together evil."

I nodded. "A very evil weapon indeed."

Boromir shook his head. "It is a gift... a gift to the foes of Mordor!" He stood up and began walking around. "Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, held 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 stared at Boromir. "You can not wield it. None of us can. The ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."

 Boromir faced Aragorn. "And what would a ranger know of this matter?"

I raised a brow and whispered to Caleniel. "I thought you said he was a king."

"Patience!"

 Legolas rose to his feet. "This is no mere ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

I paused. I had heard the name Arathorn before. All eyes fell on Aragorn.

Boromir stared at Aragorn. "Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"

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

"Told you," Caleniel whispered.

I rolled my eyes.

Aragorn said something to Legolas in Elvish, and Legolas sat down.

Boromir glared at Legolas. "Gondor has no king." He turned to Aragorn as he returned to his seat. "Gondor needs no king."