Despair
On the eve of the Fellowship, in Rivendell: a small room, lit by the warming fire and a few candles. Against one wall is a desk, where one tall figure sits, quill in hand, writing.
Can you imagine?
Can you truly imagine what it is like, to have carried this weight for three thousand years?
It could have ended there. The One Ring could have been destroyed, and never come to shadow the world again... But it was not destroyed. I watched a man, my friend, close his hand around the Ring and turn from the fire below.
And still, there was a chance - the Ring could still have been destroyed.
I was there. I could have done it myself. There would have been no taking the Ring from my friend, but I could have taken him. The ledge was narrow, and we were both tired from battle; it would have been a simple thing to unbalance us both, and we could have taken the Ring into the fire together. Would not our lives have been a small price for the peace that would have followed?
I could have ended it.
I did not.
Can you imagine?
Elrond stares at the vellum for a while, then crumples the page in his hand, casting it into the fire. His large eyes narrow, gleaming with the reflection of the flames.
It is the darkest hour of the night.
-Starherd
I do not own the settings, characters, etc. of Lord of the Rings in any way, shape, or form; I'm just commenting with an idea that sprouted in my head after watching the movie. The End.
On the eve of the Fellowship, in Rivendell: a small room, lit by the warming fire and a few candles. Against one wall is a desk, where one tall figure sits, quill in hand, writing.
Can you imagine?
Can you truly imagine what it is like, to have carried this weight for three thousand years?
It could have ended there. The One Ring could have been destroyed, and never come to shadow the world again... But it was not destroyed. I watched a man, my friend, close his hand around the Ring and turn from the fire below.
And still, there was a chance - the Ring could still have been destroyed.
I was there. I could have done it myself. There would have been no taking the Ring from my friend, but I could have taken him. The ledge was narrow, and we were both tired from battle; it would have been a simple thing to unbalance us both, and we could have taken the Ring into the fire together. Would not our lives have been a small price for the peace that would have followed?
I could have ended it.
I did not.
Can you imagine?
Elrond stares at the vellum for a while, then crumples the page in his hand, casting it into the fire. His large eyes narrow, gleaming with the reflection of the flames.
It is the darkest hour of the night.
-Starherd
I do not own the settings, characters, etc. of Lord of the Rings in any way, shape, or form; I'm just commenting with an idea that sprouted in my head after watching the movie. The End.