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Legolas entered the council with three other Elves. He sat in between an Elf and Gimli the dwarf. The dwarf glared at Legolas. He ignored him. The dwarf, Gimli by name, moved as far away from the Elf as he could. They waited a minute, and suddenly Elrond stood up and spoke.
"You know why we are all here," he began. "And the reason is very important. There are many of you here, and need to be introduced. Here," said Elrond turning to the red-haired dwarf. "Is Gimli son of Gloin. And here, is Legolas, son of Thranduil, prince of Northern Mirkwood. Boromir, a man from the South. He comes to seek council. And as some of us already know, this," Elrond said facing Frodo. "Is Frodo son of Drogo. He has brought the Ring this far. We are here to discuss the matter of the Ring. Frodo, bring the Ring. Frodo got up from his chair and placed the Ring on the stone table in front of Elrond. Frodo sat back down. "Here is the Ring," Elrond said. All eyes turned toward it.
Frodo suddenly heard a menacing voice come from the Ring. It was spoken in the black speech of Mordor. Frodo looked away from the it. But it continued to call him. He closed his eyes tightly and tried to endure it.
Elrond began to tell of the Ring in a loud clear voice. He talked of the forging of the ring, its power, and its maker. He spoke of the battle, where Isildor cut the Ring from Sauron's finger. He ended by saying, "Alas, alas! For the Ring could have been destroyed that very day! But Isildor took the Ring for himself."
Suddenly Boramir stood up. Could we not take the Ring and use it for good? We could take it to my people, and use it to help us to fight wars!" Boramir said.
"Boramir, the Ring is a very powerful thing, you cannot just take it," said Aragorn rising.
"Why not? My people are strong! We could use the Ring for good!" Boramir protested.
"The Ring is too strong for even your people! It would take hold of you and your people!" Aragorn insisted.
"Who are you, to stand up to a son of the steward of Gondor?" Boramir said in a harsh tone
"He is Aragorn son of Arathorn, rightful heir to the throne of Gondor!" Legolas said, defending Aragorn.
"Oh, my apologies," Boramir said sarcastically.
"Hama ndu Legolas," Aragorn said motioning to the empty chair. Legolas sat back down. He watched as Boramir did also.
"Boramir, we know that your people are strong but their strength has lessened from war. And the Ring is too powerful for any of us to wield. The Ring is Sauron's life force. His spirit is in the Ring. To destroy him, we must destroy the Ring," Elrond said.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Gimli said, picking up his ax, he ran to the stone table and hued at the Ring. Gimli was flung backwards and his ax was shattered to pieces. The Ring remained without a scratch.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed by the weapons we carry. Only in the flame of which it was forged can it be destroyed," Elrond said. "Which one of you will take it? Everyone was silent.
Aragorn stood. "Someone must take it!" he said.
"And I suppose you would take it to Sauran himself?" Boramir said.
"You misjudge Aragorn greatly," said Legolas standing up. "I would take the Ring to Mordor myself if I had to!"
"I will die before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!" Gimli said angrily.
Soon everyone was standing, except Frodo, who sat silently. Suddenly Gandalf stood up and he seemed to grow to a dark menacing shape. He spoke suddenly in the evil language of Mordor.
"Ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrankatuluk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." All around them was silence, and Gandalf returned to himself.
"That language has never been uttered here Gandalf," Elrond said.
"You will hear it a lot more often if that Ring is not destroyed," Gandalf answered.
The council started discussing who would take the Ring to Mordor, when Frodo stood up.
"I will take it!" Frodo said. Gandalf was the only one who heard him. He sighed. he had been afraid that it would come to this. Again Frodo said it. This time louder. "I will take it!" This time everyone turned to him. "I will take the Ring to Mordor!"
"You have my sword," Aragorn said stepping up.
"And you have my bow," Legolas also said.
"And my ax," said Gimli.
They had all joined together when out of the bushes jumped Sam. "Mr. Frodo is not going anywhere without me!" Sam said standing by Frodo.
"Well of course you will come with him, since you can't even leave him when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not!" Elrond said. Sam blushed. Then Merry and Pippin came out of a door. Elrond seemed quite annoyed this time.
"We're coming to!" said Merry.
"Besides, you will need people of intelligence on such an important mission, eh quest," Pippen stated.
"That leaves you out Pip," Merry whispered. Pippen frowned.
"That settles it. You shall be called the Fellowship of the Ring," said Elrond.
"Yes!" Pippen exclaimed. "So where are we going?"
As soon as the council was over, Legolas walked out of the room. Near the end of the council, he started feeling slightly nauseous. Aragorn followed him out.
"Legolas!" he called. Legolas turned around. "Are you okay?" You don't look so good," the ranger said with concern.
"I fine Aragorn. Just tired from the journey here," Legolas answered.
"Are you sure?" Aragorn continued.
Legolas laughed. "Remember Aragorn, I am an Elf, and a sick Elf is impossible," he said and walked on. He did not want Aragorn to worry. He had actually had been feeling strange for a couple days now and it was starting to get worse. Then his head started to pound and ache, as if there were thousands of angry dwarves trying to hammer there way out. He laid down on his bead.
"I hope it really is just a need of extra rest," Legolas thought to himself.
Legolas awoke hours later. The sun had almost set, and the sky was dim.
"Oh no! I'm late!" Legolas said to himself. He jumped off of his bed and headed for the dining halls of the Last Homely House. Aragorn, Boramir, Gandalf, Gimli, Frodo, Sam, Merry, and Pippin were already seated at the table. Legolas felt all eyes on him when he entered. Unfortunately, for Legolas, the only seat left was next to Gimli. But Legolas sat there anyway.
"I apologize for coming in late Elrond," Legolas started. "I lost track of time."
"There is no need for apologies," Elrond answered. "Aragorn told me that you were resting. You will all need rest, for the journey ahead of you. It will be long and full of hardships."
Legolas listened to the conversations going on around him. He started to feel sick again. "Excuse me Elrond," Legolas said pushing his chair back. He stood up and left the room.
It was now dark and Legolas walked the streets of Rivendell in the night air. He started to feel a little better. He looked at the stars, that were shining on Rivendell. Legolas greatly admired the stars.
Aragorn sat in silence for a little while then he to got up and left. Arwen who was there also, looked at Aragorn with concern. Aragorn walked out of the Last Homely House and caught up with Legolas. Legolas heard Aragon sneaking up behind him.
"Aragorn I know you're there," Legolas said, without turning around. "What were you sneaking up on me for?"
"I thought that I'd check on you," Aragorn answered. "You looked like you were going to be sick when you left," Aragorn said. "I want you to tell me if you feel sick Legolas. It is very unusual that an Elf would get sick."
"Do not worry about me Aragorn. I just needed some fresh air," Legolas answered.
"Alright, but I want you to get as much rest as possible before we leave tomorrow," Aragorn said.
"Whatever you say," Legolas finally gave in with a slight smile. He turned back and headed to his room with Aragorn. "Well see you in the morning Aragorn. I am not looking forward to the road ahead of us."
"None of us are," Aragorn answered, and left to his own room.
Hope everyone liked this chapter! Please review if you'd like! : ) And tell me if I made any mistakes. I know a sick Elf is kind of strange. You can criticize me if you like, just try not to be too harsh. : (