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Rivendell.

Doom had to admit, the place had a 5-Star view. But there was still one problem.

How the hell was he going to get back to Mars?

If he didn't stop Dr. Hayden, the idiot cyborg would cause another hell invasion and he wouldn't be there to drive it back. His musings were interrupted as someone called out to him, causing Doom to turn around and find Gandalf and another individual he did not recognize wearing a simple yet elegant red robe with some sort of white garments underneath and giving off an aura of authority that Doom couldn't help but give a modicum of respect to. As the two individuals reached Doom, the wizard turned towards the individual beside him and said, "Allow me to introduce Elrond, Lord of Rivendell."

In response, Doom gave Elrond a nod of acknowledgment to which he replied, "It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I'm afraid we have more pressing matters to discuss. Come with me please."

With that, he turned towards the building behind him and headed towards it, Doom and Gandalf in tow. Upon reaching the balcony, Doom noticed two familiar individuals on the lower levels of the area. "Good to know Frodo's up and at'em."

In response, Elrond turned towards that direction, gazing upon the two hobbits as he commented, "Yes, his strength returns."

Gandalf then appeared beside them as he added to the conversation, "That wound will never fully heal. He will carry it for the rest of his life."

The trio then headed inside the building which appeared to be some sort of library judging from all the books as Elrond continued, "And yet to have so far, still bearing the Ring, the hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil."

Gandalf then responded with a hint of guilt in his voice. "It is a burden he should never have had to bear. We can ask no more of Frodo."

"Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the east. His eye is fixed on Rivendell. And Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us Our list of allies grows thin."

Well shit, things here were worse than he thought, but as if that weren't enough, Gandalf spoke once more with dread. "His treachery runs deeper than you know. By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orcs with Goblin men. He's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at equally great speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring."

Elrond, in response, shook his head in disbelief as he replied, "This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves. We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard. Gandalf...the ring cannot stay here."

It was at this moment that Doom decided to interject in the conversation. "Not that I don't agree with you on that assessment, but do you have a better idea on what to do with that piece of possessed jewelry?"

Elrond turned towards the window, bearing witness to the arrival of numerous individuals, including fellow Elves, Men, and what Doom assumed to be short, stocky men with beards that were obviously compensating for something. He then replied to the warrior, "This peril belongs to all Middle-Earth. They must decide now on how to end it."

So the plan was to make a plan. That's just great, but come to think of it, he usually made things up as he went along anyway. His musings were interrupted by Elrond as he turned towards Gandalf and continued speaking. "The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we've gone? The Dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches. They care not for the trouble of others."

The wizard responded with certainty. "It is in Men that we must place our hope."

Elrond scoffed at that declaration and said with disgust, "Men? Men are weak. The race of Men is failing. The blood of Númenor is all but spent, its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there, Gandalf. I was there 3000 years ago..."

Oh boy,a flashback story. If Doom had a penny for every one he heard, he'd be the richest man in the nine realms. The one, probably involved some corruption, yadda yadda...

...Before he could dwell on the subject further, Gandalf whacked him across the head and gestured to Elrond – said elf seemingly oblivious to Doom's currently short attention span – indicating that he should pay attention, as Elrond continued speaking. "Isildur kept the Ring. The line of kings is broken. There's no strength left in the world of Men. They're scattered, divided, leaderless."

"There is one who could unite them. One who could reclaim the throne of Gondor." said Gandalf.

"He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile." refuted Elrond.

By now, the dialogue only confused the Doom Slayer, so he proceeded to clear it up with a single question. "Just who the hell are you two talking about?"

Out in Rivendell's outer sanctum, the representatives of the Free Peoples met to discuss the fate of the Ring. Elrond was the first to speak. "Strangers of distant lands, friends of old, you've been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom." He then turned towards the lone hobbit of the group and bade him forward, "Bring forth the ring, Frodo."

Frodo then walked up towards a pedestal standing in the center of the area, placing the Ring on top of it. The simple gold band giving off a demonic aura that made Doom want to bring all his guns to bear on that damn thing. But the only verbal response came from one of the men who said with intrigue, "So it is true." this caught everyone's attention as he stood up and continued speaking, "In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark, but in the west, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying 'Your doom is near at hand. Isildur's Bane is found.' Isildur's Bane..."

With that he trailed off and slowly reached for the ring, prompting Elrond to stand and call out to him. "Boromir!"

Before anyone else could do anything, Doom pulled out his Plasma Pistol and fired at the spot just before Boromir's hand, causing him to jump back in surprise and turned his attention towards Doom who merely tsked in disappointment as he put the pistol back. Gandalf then spoke after a moment of tense silence. "It is in everyone's best interest that you do not attempt to take the ring Boromir, for it is altogether evil!"

Boromir shook his head in disagreement and responded, "It is a gift. A gift to the Foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring?"

Doom then asked with disbelief, "You're kidding right?"

"Kidding?"

"Yeah kidding, like 'ha ha, that's a joke.' Look dumbass, that thing is demonic and I speak from experience when I say wielding anything demonic...is a fucking bad idea!"

Aragorn then stood up and added to the discussion. "The Doom Slayer is correct, you cannot wield it. None of us can."

Boromir looked towards him and sneered. "And what would a mere Ranger know of this matter?"

One of the younger elves stood and answered. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, Son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

Doom intervened before more could be said on the matter. "As much as we'd love to hear more, we're getting off the main topic."

In response, the elf and the man took their respective seats, with Boromir scoffing as he did so. With that out of the way, Elrond stated with authority, "We have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."

The only response was a determined question from one of the Dwarves a he picked up an ax. "What are we waiting for?" He swung down on the ring, but his ax shattered upon impact, sending him flying a few feet back.

As the Dwarf was pulled back up on his feet, Elrond spoke on what Just happened. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, Son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this."

This was met with silence, until Boromir spoke with a hint of despair in his voice. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. The Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is an evil there that does not sleep. The Great Eye is ever-"

Before he could continue, Doom interuppted him ith barely concealed boredom. "Yeah, yeah, we get it, the place has some top-notch security." He then faced the rest of the group and asked, "So any volunteers? Anyone? Don't everybody jump up at once."

To his surprise, it was Frodo who volunteered. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Thoug, I do not know the way."

With a sigh of resignation, Gandalf went to Frodo's side. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."

Doom then followed suit, volunteering his aid with a single, simple phrase. "So will I."

Aragorn then knelt before the hobbit, saying "If by my life, or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."

Then the elf from before, as well as Gimli, pledged their bow and ax respectively. This left Boromir, who stood up and slowly walked towards the hobbit, saying "You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this be the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."

Before Elrond could then speak, Samwise Gamgee suddenly appeared and stood by Frodo. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."

Elrond then responded with mild shock. "No indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council, and you are not."

His shock only grew as two more hobbits whom were recognized as Merry and Pippen showed up as Merry declared "Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."

Pippen then added his thoughts. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing."

"Well that rules you out, Pip."

After a moment, Elrond declared "Ten companions...so be it. You shall be known as the Fellowship of the Ring."

Pippen's response made Doom want to smack him.

"Great...Where are we going?"

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