The first part in italics is an excerpt from chapter 11 of Escaping Fate by Jaylee1. It is an HP/LotR crossover. They've just finished the meeting of the Council of Elrond. With the author's permission I have made up a little (very short) humorous one-shot that popped into my head. I hope you enjoy.
Once the meeting was over, and everyone got up to leave, Harry eyed the ring laying innocently on a podium.
The ring glittered at him, shining gold, and promised him, deep in the corners of his mind, unparalleled power and greatness should Harry pick it up and put it on.
"Ri-ight," Harry told the ring, "I once turned down a Dark Lord who offered me power and he did it with a lot more finesse than you. And in case that wasn't a clear enough answer, that means you can take your power and shove it where…"
'But I can help you achieve great things. Whatever it is you want out of life, I can bring that to you,' the ring promised further, glittering extra sparkly in the sun.
Harry had always been able to resist the imperious curse and it pissed him off, thoroughly, when anything, especially horcruxes, entered his mind against his will. This ring was so going down.
"We are going to destroy you, you know. And when we do there is going to be a wild party to celebrate, in fact, I myself will transfigure some firewhiskey to contribute to the festivities. There's going to be food, and music, and Legolas and I are going to have wild sex to exemplify our joy."
"Harry," the mortified voice of his soulmate called out, and Harry turned to find all parties, who Harry had thought had been departing, looking at him incredulously.
Legolas, normally so unperturbed, was a rather bright shade of puce. Harry thought it a good color on him, but then, most colors were.
"What?" questioned Harry, "if I have to suffer from UST for the next year, you will have to suffer at least equally from unmitigated embarrassment."
"UST?" asked Legolas confusedly, wondering what that had to do with embarrassing him and internally hoping a doomed hope that it is something he could resolve and quickly.
"Unresolved sexual tension," nodded Harry knowingly. He suppressed a wide grin. He wouldn't be the only one to suffer in this relationship. Really, how long could the sisters of Fate hope to torture him and expect him to just take it? Misery loves company anyway. Besides, this time it was completely unintentional—well the first part anyway.
The rest of the meeting attendees had paused to watch the interaction. Most amused among them were the dwarves. Gimli son of Gloin was pleased. If he had to travel with a stuck-up elf, well then at least the elf could make up for it by amusing him along the way. The fact that the source of the amusement is the elf's mate was just bonus. Maybe elves were good for something after all.