So I know this took a while to update and I'm sorry! But I made this a bit longer than usual to make up for it :) as always any comments on how I can make this better would be appreciated


"We have only one choice," Elrond said calmly, "the ring must be destroyed."

I snorted irritated and watched as a dwarf, who I later found out went by the name of Gimli, stand up.

"Well what are we waiting for?" He shouted, raising his axe and bringing it down heavily into the seemingly fragile object. I flinched and my gaze swept across the clearing to Frodo. The poor halfling looked In pain. My eyes softened and I longed to comfort him. This feeling was knew… I cared for the hobbit? I blinked, unable to comprehend it. No, it was just my imagination. There was no such thing as care in my heart, not since my Ereth (mother) died.

Several sharp fragments of the weapon lay surrounding the ring. It wasn't even scratched. Figures, a powerful ring like that would obviously have a special way to be destroyed. It wasn't going to crack at the hand of a stubborn dwarf.

I stifled a laugh at the face of the red-bearded dwarf. He had no idea how powerful that ring truly was.

Elrond verbally spoke my thoughts though, telling the rest of the company that it could only be destroyed in the fires of Mt. Doom, the volcano in Mordor. I shivered at the thought of the red-hot, molten rock that spewed out of the fire-mountains. My kind dare not go near them, for a flying creature would be flushed out of the sky and sent pummelling to their deaths by the ash clouds.

The stories told of them to eaglets made the things truly loathsome.

"one of you must do this."

I snapped my thoughts back to the present. My hear was full of lust for that ring, that I knew. But my mind was in control of my body.

So easily could I of taken it, but I feared it would take my mind into a. Sickness I could never be free from. No, I wouldn't take this.

I faltered for a second; I wanted too.

I wanted to take the ring for myself. I looked away quickly, the image of the golden object burnt into my mind.

The group went silent. Nought could be heard except for the quiet blowing of the leaves in the gentle winds. I shifted in my branch awkwardly.

"One does not simply walk into Mordor," Boromir began, taking his hand from his brow.

I rolled my eyes, glaring at him as spoke. The words were poison to me.

"It's black gates are guarded by more than just orcs, there is evil there that does not sleep and the great eye is ever watchful."

I heard the rapid breathing of the small being next to me, Frodo. His icy blue eyes were full of pure fear.

"It's a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this, it is folly."

As much as I already hated this man, I had to agree with him. Elrond was asking the impossible of us!

The elf rose from where he was seated, "have you heard nothing if what Lord Elrond has just said? The ring must be destroyed!" He called, looking back at his fellow elves, who muttered their agreement.

I was about to speak up, but quicker than a snake strikes Gimli sniped back at him, sneering.

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?"

The elves and dwarves rose from their seats, weapons at the ready.

I flapped my wings in agitation. Trust the dwarves to make everything an argument, especially with elves! Why would you even invite both races to the same place?

"And if we fail? What then! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir joined in.

"I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli shouted.

My attention was then drawn back to the elves, who were spitting filthy curses at him.

Now all races were stood up, fighting with one another about who would take possession of the ring.

A crease formed in Gandalfs face as the words "never trust an elf" we're shouted amongs the noise. He shook his head and stood up, trying to talk some sense into the increasingly aggressive men in the room.

"What are we doing here fighting?" I snapped, joining in. I nearly squashed a dwarf under neath my foot as I dived into the fight.

Boromir turned towards me and smirked.

"Oh, the birds decided to talk? What are you going to do, you'd be shot down by the orcs before you even got close!"

I growled.

"Oh, and you could do better? At least I wouldn't try and steal it!" I roared at him, eyes narrowing. He faltered slightly. Well, at least now I knew his intentions.

"Caught you of guard did I? That's right. I know about the weak hearts of men!" I spat.

By now the argument had almost stop and my voice echoed through the entire valley as the murmurs of the spectators pierced my skull.

"I will take it! I will take the ring to Mordor!" Frodo suddenly said. I closed my eyes, shoulders dropped and turned to him.

"Frodo…." I started, but I wasn't allowed to finish as he looked at me confidently.

"Though, I do not know the way."

All this time he had been watching in his seat. But to be honest, it seemed like the best thing to do. He had gotten this far, hadn't he?

Gandalf walked towards him solemnly. Placing a hand on his shoulder he spoke gently to the halfling.

"I will help you bare this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."

Aragorn rose from his seat for the first time and walked towards him, "if by my life or death I can protect you, I will" he said, kneeling down to his height. " you have my sword."

Legolas decided to chime in as well. "And you have my bow,"

The dwarf, Gimli, stared at the elf unhappily before gruffly saying – "and my axe."

The princeling gave him a look, before rolling his eyes as the dwarf smirked, happy with him self.

I narrowed my eyes angrily as Boromir stepped forward tentatively, weary if my gaze.

"You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, Gondor will see it done."

I rolled my eyes and took a quick hop forward.

"Though I will not bind my self to you, halfling. Your courage is admirable. When ever you may need help, you will have my wings to guide you," I chirped softly. The hobbit smiled at me gratefully.

"Hey!"

I grinned mentally as I looked towards where the sandy haired hobbit was lying in the bushes, struggling to his feet. Within a matter of seconds and a slight a ruffling in the bushes, he was wiping himself off stood next to Frodo.

"Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" He said sternly, crossing his arms to prove his point. The elf Lord struggled to hold in a smile as he replied, almost laughing.

"No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." He looked down ashamed and I shifted my leg, causing him to notice myself standing next him.

I looked down at him warmly and his fingers grasped at my feathers, as if for a support.

"Thank you for saving us the other day," he whispered. I bobbed my head, though it was about 4 days ago that I had indeed helped to fend off the Nazgul.

"Oi! We're coming too!" A loud voice rang across from us and I turned to see yet 2 more of the halflings sprinting across the clearing towards us.

Elrond sent a startle look towards Merry and Pippin as the stopped next to Frodo, who had a large grin spreading across his features.

"You'd have to send us home tied in a sack to stop us!" Merry cried.

"Anyway," quipped Pippin quickly, " you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission-quest…thing!"

Gandalf raised his eyebrows but said nothing as Merry nudged his friend with his elbow. "Well that rules you out then Pip!" He said with a smirk.

I let out a low rumble from the back of my throat, scaring the surrounding companions.

"What?" I asked confused. "I'm just laughing!"