Moonbreeze (Legolas x OC)

Part 3

Everyone has arrived and is filing into the plaza where the council is to be held. The different species eye each other with curiosity and some with a bit disdain as they take their seats.

Frodo shrinks in his seat, feeling out of place, but is slightly comforted by Gandalf's presence next to him. Strider is also present and the man nods encouragingly to him.

Nearly all the seats are filled when another familiar face appears. The elleth steps briskly past the men, taking long strides in her boots, completely ignoring them as some quickly jump to their feet in an effort to be polite as a woman steps in their midst. Their eyes show their confusion as she quickly sits herself down on Gandalf's other side.

The wizard throws her a knowing smile, which she pointedly ignores as well. She cannot however ignore him when he speaks quietly to her, "Good to see you have decided to join us. I was almost afraid you wouldn't come."

She casts her piercing eyes on him, not looking very amused. "You don't have to appear so smug about it Mithrandir. He wouldn't let me miss it if I wanted to." she rebuked, making Gandalf nod in understanding, but confusing the hobbit.

"Milady." Strider's voice cuts in before tossing something towards the elleth, who catches it without effort. "I was just at the forger, thought I would bring it with me while I was at it." he tells before leaning back again.

She opens her hand to find a new buckle. Yesterday, it snapped off her saddle from wear and tear and she commissioned a new one to be made. She nods towards the man in thanks before stuffing it in a pocket. She then crosses her long legs before turning her attention towards Lord Elrond as he takes his seat.

He looks around the folk before speaking up,  "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands on the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to the fate, this one doom."

His gaze then befalls on the single hobbit among them. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." he motions towards the pedestal in the center.

Frodo slowly gets to his feet, feeling many eyes on him. He places down the Ring for all to see before quickly returning to his seat, looking visibly relieved to have distanced himself from the cursed thing.

"So it's true." one man speaks up after having gathered himself from the shock of actually seeing the Ring in person.

He stands, looking around at company before looking to the golden band on the pedestal, slowly approaching it. "In a dream I saw the Eastern sky grow dark. In the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying; your doom is near at hand Isildur's bane is found.... Isildur's Bane...." he finishes in a mutter as his hand rises to reach for the Ring.

"Boromir!" Lord Elrond's voice cuts in sternly, in an attempt of snapping the man out of his trance.

It is then that Gandalf jumps to his feet. "Ash nazg durbatulk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulk, 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) he speaks darkly, making several flinch at the dark speech and clutch at their heads in discomfort. Boromir has stumbled back to his seat in shock. The very sky has darkened at those words.

Ithilae narrows her eyes at the speech. She is, for better or worse, well practiced in the speech. It does not affect her so much as the others, but her hatred for Orcs does rise to the surface.

As the clouds dissipate and the sun filters through the leaves again, the company has gathered back their wits, more or less.

"Never before has anyone uttered words of that tongue here in Imladris." Elrond tells Gandalf accusingly.

"I do not ask your pardon Master Elrond for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West." Gandalf reminds all those present of the severity of this gathering. "The Ring is altogether evil." he says calmly before returning to his seat.

"Aye it is a gift!" Boromir states, his eyes large with passion as he stands up once more. "A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?" he questions, looking to everyone. "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." he says, trying hard to convince everyone of that being the right choice.

Ithilae sighs, rubbing the bridge of her nose in annoyance. She feared as such. She will not agree to such a plan. The race of Men is too easily swayed by the powers of the Ring. Only despair will come of it before the Ring finds its way back to Sauron's clutches.

"You cannot wield it. None of us can." Strider speaks up before she can. "The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir turns to him scathingly.

Suddenly an Elf stands, cutting in after having been silent for the entire time. Ithilae recognizes him faintly from being apart of the group of Elves that arrived on 'hunting day'. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." he reveals.

Boromir gazes upon the dark haired man before him in shock. "Aragorn! This... is Isildur's heir?" he questions.

"And heir to the throne of Gondor." the elf adds.

Strider, or Aragorn holds up his hand to the elf. "Havo dad, Legolas (Sit down, Legolas)." he urges calmly.

Boromir's eyes harden. "Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King." he says disdainfully as he slowly sits back down as well.

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." Gandalf puts in.

"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Lord Elrond tells them seriously. Pressing that it really is the only option.

After a moment a red haired Dwarf speaks up, "Then what are we waiting for?" he questions before springing to his feet. Before anyone can stop him, he swings his axe down upon the Ring. The axe shatters and Ithilae's eyes widen as the golden band tumbles off of its pedestal, bouncing on the stone floor a few times, towards her.