Boromir stepped closer to the pedestal reaching his hand out for the Ring.

"Isildur's Bane…"

"Boromir…"

"Boromir!" Elrond yelled standing.

Solatiri gasped as the sky grew dark and everything shook. She held onto a pillar as she looked to see what was happening. The Wizard stood and started speaking a dark incantation as he stepped closer toward Boromir. Boromir backed away as he looked at the Wizard in fear.

As the light shone through the sky again, Boromir was already back in his seat. Everyone looked at Gandalf as Elrond spoke.

"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris", he said.

"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond", the Wizard said. "For the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West!"

"Black Speech of Mordor?" Solatiri wondered.

She frowned as the Wizard glared at Boromir.

"The Ring is altogether evil!"

"It is a gift", Boromir said shaking his head. "A gift to the foes of Mordor!"

He stood to address the Council.

"Why not use this Ring?" he asked. "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe."

Solatiri shook her head listening to his words. They couldn't bring the Ring to Gondor. It was created out of pure evil. It would destroy them.

"Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy", Boromir said. "Let us use it against him."

"You cannot wield it!" the Man who watched them said. "None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."

"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir asked slightly annoyed.

An Elf with long blonde hair stood as if he were offended.

"This is no mere Ranger", he said. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

Both Solatiri and Boromir looked astonished.

"Aragorn?" he asked. "This…is Isildur's heir?"

"An heir to the throne of Gondor", the Elf continued.

"Havo dad, Legolas", Aragorn said.

Boromir turned to the Elf now known as Legolas.

"Gondor has no king", he said darkly.

He turned back to Aragorn as he went back to his seat.

"Gondor needs no king."

"Boromir, what has gotten into you?" Solatiri softly asked as the Wizard spoke.

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."

Elrond stood to speak.

"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."

Boromir sighed in disappointment as everyone looked at the Ring. One of the Dwarves picked up an ax and stood.

"What are we waiting for?" he asked.

He raised his ax and brought it down on the Ring, only to have it shatter into pieces. Solatiri noticed Frodo looking away with a pained expression.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft that we here possess", Elrond said at the last minute. "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."

The Council grew silent. Solatiri looked at Boromir hoping he wouldn't be chosen. He would never be able to make it on his own.

"One does not simply walk into Mordor", Boromir said. "Its Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The Great Eye is ever-watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire, ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with 10,000 men could you do this. It is folly."

Mordor sounded like a horrible place. Solatiri hoped they would never have to go there.

"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?" Legolas asked standing again. "The Ring must be destroyed!"

"And I suppose you think you are the one to do it!" Gimli yelled.

"And if we fail, what then?" Boromir asked standing as well. "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

Gimli stood as he looked at Legolas accusingly.

"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"

All the Elves stood completely offended.

"Never trust an Elf!" Gimli continued.

"Do you not understand?" the Wizard asked standing. "While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None of you can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!"

As everyone in the Council argued, Solatiri watched them.

"Please stop it", she whispered. "Stop it."

She looked at Frodo who looked at the Ring with fear and concern. What could be going through his mind?

"I will take it!" he said standing. "I will take it!"

Everyone stopped arguing as they turned to look at Frodo.

"I will take the Ring to Mordor", he said. "Although, I do not know the way."

Everyone was silent. Solatiri was surprised as well. A small Hobbit couldn't possibly handle such a task as this.

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins as long as it is yours to bear", the Wizard said standing behind him.

Aragorn stood and walked toward him as well.

"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will", he said. "You have my sword."

Legolas stepped forward as well.

"And you have my bow."

Gimli smiled as he stepped closer.

"And my ax!" he added.

Boromir stepped toward the group as well. Solatiri's heart raced knowing Boromir was going to join them.

"You carry the fate of us all, little one", he said. "If this is indeed the will of the Council…then Gondor will see it done."

"No…" Solatiri said.

He was going to leave again.

"Hey!" everyone heard startling them.

Another one of the Hobbits ran out of the bushes standing next to Frodo.

"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me", he said.

"No, indeed", Elrond said amused. "It is hardly possible to separate you when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not."

"Wait! We're coming too!"

Everyone looked to see the other two Hobbits joining the group.

"You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us", one of them said.

"Anyway", the little one said. "You need people of intelligence on this sort of mission…quest…thing!"

Everyone looked at him awkward as one whispered in his ear. Elrond looked at the group.

"Nine companions", he said. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

"Great!" the little Hobbit said. "Where are we going?"