Title: Doom of Man
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I profit from their use.
Summary: What really happened at Mt. Doom.
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DOOM OF MAN
The heat licked up over them both as hot as dragon's breath. Even worse than the heat was the grief. Elrond had lost almost everything when Gil- galad had been killed in the destruction of Sauron. Isildur, too, had lost much. His brother and father had died.
But the man didn't seem to care. He had the Ring, Sauron's Ring.
As the two of them traversed the tunnel into Mount Doom, neither said much. Hopelessness washed over Elrond as Isildur followed reluctantly behind him, his face unreadable.
Elrond had no fondness for the crude, dark heir of the Numenorians, heir of his own brother, Elros. He would never understand why his only brother, his twin, had chosen to be a man instead of an elf. Men only brought pain and grief to those who loved them. He wanted no dealings with men even if Gil-galad did. had counted Elendil among his friends.
He would never love another human.
Never.
"Please, Isildur, you know what you must do," Elrond said to the heir of his brother's line of Kings.
Isildur smiled at him, not a pleasant smile, but a smile filled with lust and greed, a smile straight from the heart of Sauron.
Elrond backed up a step.
Isildur was as beautiful as he was frightening. Elrond was entranced by the dark eyes and the greedy smile. Isildur took a step closer. Elrond did not back up this time.
Still clutching the Ring, he pressed Elrond against the hard rock wall of the tunnel. He gripped the elf's shoulder with one hand the hand holding the ring brushed his cheek. The spell was broken.
"Take your hands off of me," Elrond hissed at the vile creature he saw in Isildur's eyes.
Isildur laughed, a harsh, ugly sound.
"What are you, but an Elf? I am a Man; I could own you, break you!"
Elrond jerked away from him and headed out onto the stone path that led into the fiery heart of Mount Doom. Isildur followed him.
If the heat in the tunnel was the tunnel was intense, then the heat near the heart of the mountain was hell itself. Elrond walked out onto the precipice and looked back.
Isildur looked like himself once again.
"Cast it into the fire!" Elrond shouted back at him over the roar of the fire.
The creature, that vile being, smiled at him from Isildur's eyes.
"NO!"
It occurred to Elrond that he should kill Isildur. He took one step toward him.
He couldn't kill the last of the Numenorians, the last of his brother's heirs. He said nothing as he followed Isildur out of the mountain. He said nothing as Isildur took his trophy and went home.
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Two years later, the news reached Elrond at Imladris that Isildur had been killed on the Gladden Fields, his eye pierced by an Orcish arrow, losing the One Ring in the confusion.
Isilduir. Elendil. Gil-Galad. Elros. Middle Earth. Elrond wept.
~end~
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters nor do I profit from their use.
Summary: What really happened at Mt. Doom.
**
DOOM OF MAN
The heat licked up over them both as hot as dragon's breath. Even worse than the heat was the grief. Elrond had lost almost everything when Gil- galad had been killed in the destruction of Sauron. Isildur, too, had lost much. His brother and father had died.
But the man didn't seem to care. He had the Ring, Sauron's Ring.
As the two of them traversed the tunnel into Mount Doom, neither said much. Hopelessness washed over Elrond as Isildur followed reluctantly behind him, his face unreadable.
Elrond had no fondness for the crude, dark heir of the Numenorians, heir of his own brother, Elros. He would never understand why his only brother, his twin, had chosen to be a man instead of an elf. Men only brought pain and grief to those who loved them. He wanted no dealings with men even if Gil-galad did. had counted Elendil among his friends.
He would never love another human.
Never.
"Please, Isildur, you know what you must do," Elrond said to the heir of his brother's line of Kings.
Isildur smiled at him, not a pleasant smile, but a smile filled with lust and greed, a smile straight from the heart of Sauron.
Elrond backed up a step.
Isildur was as beautiful as he was frightening. Elrond was entranced by the dark eyes and the greedy smile. Isildur took a step closer. Elrond did not back up this time.
Still clutching the Ring, he pressed Elrond against the hard rock wall of the tunnel. He gripped the elf's shoulder with one hand the hand holding the ring brushed his cheek. The spell was broken.
"Take your hands off of me," Elrond hissed at the vile creature he saw in Isildur's eyes.
Isildur laughed, a harsh, ugly sound.
"What are you, but an Elf? I am a Man; I could own you, break you!"
Elrond jerked away from him and headed out onto the stone path that led into the fiery heart of Mount Doom. Isildur followed him.
If the heat in the tunnel was the tunnel was intense, then the heat near the heart of the mountain was hell itself. Elrond walked out onto the precipice and looked back.
Isildur looked like himself once again.
"Cast it into the fire!" Elrond shouted back at him over the roar of the fire.
The creature, that vile being, smiled at him from Isildur's eyes.
"NO!"
It occurred to Elrond that he should kill Isildur. He took one step toward him.
He couldn't kill the last of the Numenorians, the last of his brother's heirs. He said nothing as he followed Isildur out of the mountain. He said nothing as Isildur took his trophy and went home.
**
Two years later, the news reached Elrond at Imladris that Isildur had been killed on the Gladden Fields, his eye pierced by an Orcish arrow, losing the One Ring in the confusion.
Isilduir. Elendil. Gil-Galad. Elros. Middle Earth. Elrond wept.
~end~