The council assembled for the meeting in Rivendell. All the members were assembled, but even Frodo had a place next to Gandalf.
"Strangers from distant lands," Elron said, "friends of old, you've 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."
Aragorn looked up at the group surrounding him. There were elves, dwarves, men; all well-meaning creatures were represented. Though Boromir stuck out to him, ever since the night before.
"Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom,"
Elron looked to Frodo, who looked scared.
"Bring forth the ring, Frodo." Elron said as he gestured to the table.
Frodo slowly and hesitantly walked to the stone piece in the middle of the circle. He sat the ring on it. As he did, the others murmured amongst themselves, and Boromir said,
"So it is true."
Frodo sat back in his seat. Fear and thoughts washed over the members.
"He doom of man." Said one.
A smile came onto Boromir's face.
"It is a gift."
Boromir stood up.
"A gift to the foes of Mordor," He started pacing, "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."
Aragorn shifted in his seat. Boromir was out of his mind. None could control the power of the ring, especially men. The burden of the ring being whole was the fault of Aragorn's ancestor, Isildur, who's heart was too weak to destroy the ring. Aragorn feared his fate, the blood was in his veins.
"Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him." Boromir continued.
"You cannot wield it. None of us can." Aragorn said.
Boromir turned to him.
"The one ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
"And what would a ranger know of this matter?"
Legolas stood up.
"This is no mere ranger."
Boromir turned to Legolas.
"He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Many turned to Aragorn in surprise, and some in confusion. Boromir was surprised.
"Aragorn. This, is Isildur's heir?"
“And heir to the throne of Gondor.”
In Elvish, Aragorn spoke,
“Sit down, Legolas.”
Boromir looked back at Leogolas. Very sharply, he said,
“Gondor has no king.”
He walked back to his seat.
“Gondor needs no king.”
He sat down, glaring at Aragorn. He was kind of cute when he did that. Wait, no! Aragorn had Arwen. It was not considered correct to like someone of the same gender.
“Aragorn’s right,” Gandalf said, “We cannot use it.”
“You have only one choice… the ring must be destroyed.” Elron added.
The council was silent. Some shifted in their seats.
“What are we waiting for?” Gimli, son of Glóin said.
Gimli stood with his ax, and struck the ring. His ax shattered, causing him to fall back. Others rushed to his aid.
“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 into the firey chasm from whence it came. One of you, must do this.”
Silence once again gripped the council.
“One does not simply walk into Mordor.” Boromir said, “It’s black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There’s evil there, that does not sleep. The Great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire, and ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with 10,000 men could do this. It is folly.”
“Have you heard nothing lord Elron has said!?” Legolas asked as he stood up, “The ring must be destroyed.”
“And I suppose you think you are the one to do it!” Gimli yelled.
“And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?” Boromir asked as he stood up
Gimli also stood.
“I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!”
Things were about to get hard. Everyone stood and fought. Voices were raised, harsh words were said. Gandalf mainly fought with Boromir. As they bickered, they did not think that Sauron’s power grew. After a few minutes of arguing, a voice said,
“I will take it!”
All were silenced, and turned to see Frodo spoke those words.
“I will take the ring to Mordor.”
What a brave little one. He was willing to bear the burden of the ring, and the journey it entitled.
“Though…” Frodo continued, “I do not know the way.”
Gandalf stepped forward.
“I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear.”
Aragorn stood. He was ready to help destroy the evil that pleagued Middle Earth.
“If by my life or death I can protect you, I will.”
He walked to Frodo, and knealed before him.
“You have my sword.”
Legolas stepped forward.
“And you have my bow.”
“And my ax.” Said Gimili.
They all stood together as Boromir walked up.
“You carry the fate of us all, little one,” He said, “If this is indeed the will of the council… then Gondor will see it done.”
“Hey!” A voice yelled.
Out from the bushes came Sam. He stood next to Frodo, arms crossed.
“Mr. Frodo’s not going anywhere without me.”
“It is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.” Elron said.
“Wait!” Another familiar voice said, “We’re coming too!”
It was Mary and Pippin. They ran in and stood next to Frodo.
“You’ll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us.” Mary said.
Aragorn knew it. As soon as Sam showed up, the others were bound to come.
“Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of… mission… quest… thing.” Pippin said.
“Well that rules you out, Pip.” Mary said.
Pippin looked at Mary in confusion. Elron looked upon the group.
“Nine companions…” He said.
They all stood together.
“So be it. You shall by the Fellowship of the Ring.”
Finally, this evil would be destroyed, and with others like Boromir.
“Great! Where are we going?” Pippin asked.