To Sacrifice The Sun
Summary: The One Ring is destroyed and with it is Isildur, son of Elendil, also taking the role as High King of Gondor. When the men of Gondor find that their king is dead from the hands of Elven Lord Elrond Peredhil, the Alliance is broken and the war of men and elves begin.
A/N: First Lord of The Rings fanfic. Starts out in canon but it quickly turns into an AU.
Chapter One
Thick brown dust swirled around the two small figures that made their way quickly into the mountain. Waves of lava lapped against the jagged rocks that held up the solid pathway to the heart of the mountain that came to be known as Mount Doom. The year was 3441 of the Second Age and the Last Alliance of Men and Elves had just gained a savoring victory over the Dark Lord Sauron and his troops. But there was one more task to complete. One more task that seemed more difficult than the rest. To destroy that evil band of gold. To destroy the ring that was meant to dominate cruelly over all. The great ring of Sauron. The ring of the dark lord who had earned the reputation of being the most evil creature to walk in the latter days of Middle Earth.
"Cast it in to the fire!" Elrond Peredhil cried to Isildur, son of Elendil, King of Gondor. Isildur's short dark hair whipped violently around as he looked at the ring with temptation. His eyes were captivated of its beauty; glazed over in a divine trance. It hypnotized him.
"Destroy it!" Elrond cried again, this time a little more frantic. Isildur looked up and shot him a cruel look that physically shook Elrond Peredhil, heir to the throne of the now perished High King Erenion Gil-Galad.
"No." he said softly with a sort of haunted tone edged to his voice.
"Isildur," Elrond cried to him," It must be destroyed! If it is kept it is bound to lead the races of Middle Earth to its damnation!"
But Isildur did not respond orally, he just turned his back and begun to stumble from the humid heart of Mount Doom.
"Isildur!" Elrond called out. Running clumsily forward, he fell in sync with Isildur and reached for the one ring. Isildur pushed him away with a crazed look.
"It is mine you fool!" he spat seemingly close to insanity.
They begin to hastily wrestle in the mountain each other taking their close chances near the ledge. Pulling a bow knife from Elrond's quiver Isildur madly slashed Elrond deep across his torso. Elrond cursed quickly in Elvish and delivered a painful blow to Isildur which sent him and the ring over the ledge to the boiling river of lava. As soon as his flesh hit the steaming river, he began to savagely clutch the ring to his chest as he slowly melted below.
Gripping his torso, Elrond Perdhil began to make his escape quickly from the folds of Mount Doom.
A/N: Real quick, I don't hate Isildur (that much) but the reason he's so stupid in this is because I'm trying to paint the picture of how hypnotizing the ring truly is so that you as a reader can get a better picture.