A/N: This is loosely based on the Council of Elrond. However, the exchanging of words between the characters is a mix of the book and movie, and my own paraphrasing. Certain people may not have said exactly the same thing, but the main idea is there.
*~*~*in Rivendell*~*~*
Legolas slipped from his horse and looked to his companions. In all his ages he had journeyed to Rivendell only twice, the first being when he was very, very young and the second when the council had met with his father. He had remembered its beauty, but his memory could not hold a candle to the sight before him. Mirkwood was engaging, and Rivendell enchanted his senses again as it had in the past. His heart burned against the evils of Mordor and how this beautiful place was threatened.
Once all the races were seated, Elrond began to speak.
"The One Ring has been found, my friends," he announced. His voice was not rejoiceful. Legolas felt a tension grow among all who listened. "Come forth, Frodo, and show the Ring."
A humble-looking creature made its way to the center of the council and placed the Ring at the table. Each leader leaned forward to better examine the infamous band. The creature sighed heavily and seemed as though a burden had lifted from its small shoulders. Legolas felt for him.
"We should protect our people with this," came a voice to Legolas' left. All eyes turned to Boromir, who still studied the Ring as though no one was watching him. Then he stood and neared the stand, leaning closer. "Its power could be turned for good-"
"Have you not heard?" Legolas exclaimed as he jumped from his seat. "There is no good in this Ring! Lives are destroyed because of it! Lands are destroyed."
Boromir looked at him and his eyes sharpened. Aragorn interfered and the Elf and Man sat down.
"There is only one decision to be made," Elrond continued. "The Ring must be taken back to Mordor and thrown into its fiery depths. It is the only way. The decision before you is this: Which shall take the Ring?"
"Strolling into Mordor is not easily done," Boromir shook his head. "There are Orcs, and those foul creatures are but horseflies when compared to the darker and deadlier breeds Mordor holds. And to speak nothing of the Dark Lord himself!"
"Still it must be done," Elrond boomed, his dark blue eyes narrowing. "That is, of course, unless you would stand back and watch as your people are slain."
Shortly an argument arose, each Race defending their need to take the Ring. And then a voice could be heard, quieter than the rest but just as sincere.
"I will take the Ring!"