-The Dark Half-Elven Lord Of Imladris-
It felt queer, when Elrond first saw it in the hands of Sauron, when he fought the battle with the last alliance of men and elves.
But then, he was much younger, more stronger in physical power, and also was more clean. The Elrond in the past was a young, innocent elven warrior.
He did feel queer, but didn't care about his feelings and did his best to persue Isildur to destroy it.
But now, more than 6000 years old, he couldn't deny that he sometimes was evil even once in his long life. Now that he saw it on Frodo's neck, he lost his speech and stared at it, forgetting his duty as a healer.
"Father! What are you doing? The hobbit is seriously wounded. He needs to be healed at once." said Arwen, breaking the thought of her father.
Elrond came back to himself at once, and started to heal the wound.
When Frodo was calmed and healed, Elrond sat on a chair beside the hobbit and stared at the One Ring again. Then, he suddenly found his hand upon it, and shaked his head. Fool, he thought, to be tempted to take the ring. But he couldn't stop thinking about taking it, claiming it as his, and conquer the whole Middle earth. 'Why am I living like this, like a fool?' demanded the evil of Elrond's mind. 'I have lived over 6000 years, aiding in wars, healing the wounded, giving hospitality to travelers, sharing my wisdom and power. But what did they do to me? I'm stuck here in Imladris, always the one who gives, and the one who shares. My only precious, Vilya, has lost her power, now nothing but a symbol. Why don't I take the ring, and be the One Ruler of Middle earth?'
His hand was slowly lifted, and moved towards Frodo's neck.
But then, Gandalf entered the room. Elrond quickly pretended as if he was reaching for Frodo's forehead, though his movements became awkward.
"Master Elrond!" exclaimed Gandalf, making Elrond choke, for the elf thought Gandalf saw what he was intending to do. " Is Frodo all right? The others are on their way, with Aragorn." Then Elrond found out that the wizard was just worried about Frodo, and calmed.
"Yes, at least, I think so. Though I think there is a piece of the sword still inside him. I'll need to pull it out." answered Elrond, though barely a whisper came out of his lips.
"Elrond, are you all right? You are as pale as snow, and you are sweating also. Maybe you should get something to eat, and have some sleep also. It has been nearly 5 hours since you started the healing."
"5 hours! Impossible! I was here just for an hour or so." exclaimed Elrond, suddenly looking at the sun.
" Alas! The sun is already falling! You are right, Gandalf. I do need some rest." said the healer, and went out of the room.