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Hey guys, just like to say thank you to everyone who sent a review and apologize for taking so long to update. Its hard finding the time to do so bit i'm hoping to set a specific day that my story's will be updated. Most likely will be a Sunday its pretty much the only day i have off work. We will have to see how it goes : )


Two hours later they were all washed and settled in for the night and after much debate It was decided that Mablung would take the bed that night and Loren would take the couch while Morwen took the small seat, they would then swop around in the hope that all three of them got a good night sleep at some point. The only interuption they had was a visit from one of the elves offering them clothes which they all refused, choosing to stay in their ranger gear. Morwen had just finished re platting her black hair when there was a knock on the door and Boromir entered also clean and dressed in his Gondorian armor.

"The council will begin soon and i know you would demand to be present" Boromir told her and she grinned at him then pulled on her ranger cloak and pulled the hood up. Nodding at Mablung and Loren she exited the room along with Boromir.

"Are you hiding who you are from them?" Boromir asked her as they made there way to the garden where the council was to be.

"Aye" She answered simply seeing Boromir smother a smile from the corner of her eye.

They entered to see they were one of the first ones there. Morwen took a quick look around and saw who she thought to be Elrond at the head of the circle of chairs sitting in a throne like chair with Elrohir and Elladan on either side of him, they were speaking among themselves, seemingly not to pay any attention to them as they entered.
Also in attendance was Mithrandil, looking warn and aged with worry. Beside him was a child, well at first glance he seemed to be a child but as she looked closer she noted his bare large feet and slightly pointed ears. She was immediately hit by her curiosity. Never had she seen such a creature as him. He was not fair enough to be an elf nor tall enough for that matter. He was not the race of men and the dwalves sat apart from him. Maybe he was a half dwalf if that was possible. Turning her eyes from him as a party of elves entered the garden moving silently towards their own seats. All four of them were tall and fair, Their faces sculptured and young with long light hair and bright eyes.

Trailing behind Boromir as he took his own seat, Morwen took note of another man who sat alone. He was clad in the soft fabric of the elves but he was not as fair as the forest folk nor were his ears pointed. The dark haired, unshaven man drew Morwens gaze because while he was one of her race he was the only one of them that did not wear the armor of where he hailed. As Morwen took her place standing behind her brother as he took his seat the unusual man looked over at them with thoughtful dark eyes. Looking from his questioning gaze her eyes met those of Gandalf's and she resisted the urge to scoff when he winked at her as though they shared a secret. Of course he would know she was there the manipulative old man she thought fondly.

Over the next five minutes a few more elves wondered in, all of them giving the hooded and cloaked stranger a look but none spoke to her
until finally Elrond stood.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here today to answer the threat of mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of extinction no one can escape it, we will unite or we will fall. Each race is bound to this one fate this one doom" He spoke loudly and clearly, his light eyes passiving over all of them dramatically before they focused upon the small man.

"Bring forth the ring Frodo" He finished with a nod before retaking his seat. She watched curiously as he hesitated for a second looking towards Gandalf who gave him a reassuring nod. Finally avoiding all eyes he slid to his feet and slowly moved to where Elrond had indicating to a small stone table. With a shaking hand he placed a gold ring upon it before racing back to his chair and sighing in relief as if a large burden had been lifted from him. If this trinket was what she though it was then she had no doubt it had.
She had spent hours as a child reading about this ring, reading of the destruction Sauron caused when he had it in his possession. Faramir used to tell her tails about Isuilder before the king of Gondor was slain by the deceiver.
She flinched as she became aware of a quiet whispering him her mind, its promises of power, and greatness. A shock of panic ran through her as she stepped forward. The single unplanned movement enough to snap her out of her trance and the wonder she felt turned quickly to hate
and she glared in disgust at the small ring that could bring down city's. It had to be destroyed.

"So it is true?" the almost silent whisper snapped her gaze down to her older brother. He sat with his eyes transfixed upon the ring and a sense of dread filled her heart, surely he would not be fooled by its poisoned lies.
As she watched her brother stood as if in a daze. It was only after he was on his feet that he drew his gaze from the table to look around at the gathered races which not looked towards him at his movement.

"In a dream, i saw the eastern sky grow dark"He said taking a step towords the table.

"But in the west a pale light lingered. A voice was crying your doom is near at hand."He continued taking another slow step forwards. She frowned, she knew this dream it was the same dream she and Faramir had shared as well, a dream that scared her.

"And so iseldores bane is found."He said extreamly close to the table. "Eseldores bane" He whispered reaching out for the ring. In a flurry of activity She took a step forward while at the same time Gandalf and Elrond stood. Elrond cried Boromirs name while Gandalf began to chant.
As he did so the sky grew dark and the very stone around them seemed to quiver in fear of his words. She felt a stab of pain in her head and held in a gasp of pain as all of the elves appeared in extreme discomfort including Elrond who fell back into his chair. When Gandalf trailed off the sky cleared and the stone stopped shaking, the pain gradually diminished, everything returning to its natural order as though evil had never toughed it. There was a moment of silence that the elves used to compose themselves and her brother fell back into his seat, his shoulders were slumped and his face twisted in a frown. she hoped Gandalf's words had shaken him from the rings influence.

"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in imladrias" Elrond told Gandalf with a hard voice.

"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond. For the black speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west" He told the council firmly looking around at them all.

"The ring is all together evil" He spat taking his seat again leaving them in a worried silence

"Nay, it is a gift" Boromir finally spoke and she looked at her brother in disbelief, could he not see that the ring would bring about their downfall?.

"A gift to the foes of Mordor" He continued standing up and addressing the whole council his voice held conviction as he looked around at them all.

"Why not use this ring?" He asked and continued without waiting for a reply.

"Long has my father, the steward of Gondor, Kept the forces of Mordor at bay" He said and she barely resisted rolling her eyes. There father didn't do anything but sit in at the highest peek of the city and feast while the rangers and soldiers were dying.

"By the blood of our people, are your lands kept safe" He told them and this Morwen actually agreed with, it was Gondorrian blood that kept being spilt.

"Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him" He begged.

"You cannot wield it, none of us can." The rugged man interrupted and Morwen was actually glad for it.

"The one ring answers to Sauron alone, it has no other master" He told Boromir who turned to look at him.
"And what, would a ranger know of this matter" Boromir said slowly in anger and Morwen clenched her jaw, she was a ranger and she probably knew a lot more of the rings history then her older brother did.

"This is no mere ranger" One of the elves stood to defend the man, his blue eyes like ice as he glared at her brother angrily.

"He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn" The elf said and Morwen felt a stab of shock and disbelief her eyes fixed on the ranger, this was her king.

"You owe him your allegiance"The elf finished and there was a moment of silence as her brother staired at Aragorn in the same manner as her.

"Aragorn?" Boromir said in an amused disbelief. "This is eseldores heir?" He asked no one his voice still riddled with disbelief.

"And heir to the throne of Gondor" The elf took pleasure in reminding him and Boromir glanced at him his face slowly turning from disbelief to anger.

"Hallow dat, Legolas" (Sit down, Legolas) Aragorn suggested calmly and the elf stared angrily at her brother for a few seconds before slowly doing as his friend asked of him. Boromir watched him sit down.

"Gondor has no king" He informed the elf. Then moved back towords his seat.

"Gondor needs no king" He anounced before sitting and throwing a glare Aragorns way.
Morwen watched the exchange with mixed emotions, in a way she was glad to have seen Aragorn but in another she was as angry as Boromir. Why hadn't he returned to Gondor?

"Aragorn is right" Gndalf announced after a tense silence "we cannot use it"
Elrond stood to address them all "You have only one choice. The ring must be destroyed", he agreed and Morwen noticed his gaze narrow upon her brother. It was silent as Elrond re took his seat before the dwalf grasped a hold of his axe.

"Then what are we waiting for?" He asked jumping from his seat before taking a hard swing at the ring. She watched in muted fear as he was thrown back his form hitting the stone floor with a loud bang and the axe shattered raining pieces of blade around them, the ring however remained undamaged.