If the Lord of the Rings wasn't Scripted…
What I believe would happen if the characters in the movie weren't bound to follow the books and Peter Jacksons' directing… I mean, seriously, the hobbits didn't HAVE to walk ALL the way to the END of the dangerously crumbling catwalk above molten lava…
Mount Doom.
Frodo and Sam peeked around through the remarkably convenient doorway into the fiery mountain, gulping as they peered down the perilous walkway.
"I don't want to go down there, Sam." Frodo whimpered.
"I know, Mr Frodo. Here, why don't you just toss it in there?" Sam suggested.
Frodo blinked. "Good idea." He lifted the chain that held the dangerous gold ring up to eye level.
"Go on…" Sam urged.
Frodo stared, transfixed, at the ring. "No…" He began.
"The ring is mine!" He tugged the ring free of its' – unbreakable? – elfish chain.
"Oh give over!" Sam exclaimed. "What's all the fuss about? Gold Methril, anyway."
"Oh, Yea." Frodo blinked. "Good point."
He brought his arm back to toss the tiny circle into the doorway and down into the lava.
"My Precious!!!" Came a desperate, rasping voice.
Smack! Smeagol soared off the edge of the catwalk and down, screaming, into the fiery depths of the mountain.
"Hate that rat." Sam said, lowering his foot.
"Sucks at cooking, too." Frodo nodded. "Heads or tails?"
"Tails."
Frodo flicked the ring. It pivoted slowly, dramatically, giving the LotR viewers a chance to suffocate under holding their breath.
Splot! It landed elvish-writing up in the lava, dissolving on contact.
"Ha, you lose!" Frodo smiled. "What a lame sound. You think that the destruction of evil would have made a more dramatic and interesting sound."
And then the Mountain exploded.
And all of Middle Earth was wiped out in the resulting lava flow, leaving none alive.