After an eternity, I have finally updated this story, I do apoligize for the delay. Do let me know what you think.

mineturtle965: Your wish is granted.

Darth Saevus: That is the intention.

Despite the tranquility of the surrounding forest, the mood of the collective council was tense. Whether man, dwarf, hobbit, or elf, each in attendance, looked on in apprehension as the leader of the council Elrond spoke. "Esteemed representatives of middle earth, friends of old. You have come to answer the threat of Mordor."

Silence met this declaration as moments passed before Elrond gestured to the sole Hobbit present. "Bring forth the ring, Frodo."

The Hobbit in question hesitantly stood up, and slowly made his way towards the pedestal in the center of the area, placing down the ring which was the source of all of Middle Earths troubles. The council then broke into murmurs, many discussing the implications this brought, and the rest staring at the ring in tense silence, a silence that was broken by the Doomslayer. "I'm not going to waste time here, the only option on the table is to destroy the damn thing."

While most of the council hesitated to respond, one of the dwarves stood up and grabbed his axe. "What are we waiting for!?"

With a roar of effort, the dwarf then swung his axe in a downwards chop onto the ring, only for the weapon to shatter upon impact, the blast sending him to the ground before his comrades helped him back up. Elrond maintained a neutral gaze as he spoke. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. In order to destroy it, it must be cast into the fires of Mount Doom from whence it came. One of you must do this."

Silence once more permeated the area, prompting the Slayer to silently joke, "Don't everyone jump up at once."

But after a few moments, Boromir speaks up, a grim tone in his voice. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. There is an evil there that does not sleep, the Nazgul constantly patrol the wastes which orcs crawl all over. And the great eye, is ever watchful. Not with 10,000 men can you do this, it is folly."

The Doomslayer was quick to respond to this statement. "Not with me there to clear the path."

"And what makes you so certain? What makes you think you can vanquish the forces of Sauron when many others have failed?"

"Because I've already killed a lot worse."

"Why are we even talking about destroying it?"

This question came from another of the men of Gondor. An older man with long dark brown hair that was beginning to grey, clean shaven and showing signs of age. He had stood up and walked closer to the pedestal as he spoke. "Why must we destroy this gift from the foes of Mordor, when we can instead harness it's power? Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against them!"

The Doomslayer silently noted the man's declaration and stature, he could feel the influence take ahold of him even now, though the corruption was far too subtle for action to be taken without it biting him in the ass, but he'd keep a close watch from here on out.

It wasn't long before Aragorn spoke up. "Because it cannot be wielded, not by you, or any of us!"

The man of Gondor sneered at this. "And what would a mere ranger know of the matter?"

One of the younger elves quickly stood up in response to this abrasive question. "He is no mere ranger, he is Aragorn, son of Arathorn, you owe him your allegiance."

All of the Gondorian entourage looked on in surprise, talking amongst themselves as Boromir spoke up. "This is Isildurs heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor."

The heir in question appeared to be embarrassed at this, quietly gesturing to the elf. "Sit down Legolas." Boromir did the same to the older man. "You as well Ealdwine."

Legolas did so without further comment, but the man now known as Ealdwine turned towards Aragorn one last time before doing the same. "Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King. And make no mistake, my stance on the ring remains unchanged. It is better to use it, than destroy it."

Legolas was quick to jump back up at the last quip. "Did you not hear what has been said? The Ring must be destroyed!"

Gimli then stood up and spoke up with a confrontational tone. "And I suppose you're the one to do it!?"

Feeling his temper rising quickly at this needless bickering, the Doomslayer slammed his fist into the stone chair he sat in, breaking the armrest as he shouted. "THERE WILL BE ORDER IN THIS COUNCIL!"

The duo were wise enough to sit back down without further response. Soon after, Boromir spoke up once more. "Even if we do go through with this, what if we fail? What happens if Sauron takes back what is his?"

One of the other dwarfs, seemingly uncaring of what happened in the last few moments, jumped up and pointed an accusatory finger at the elves. "Well I would rather die than see the ring in the hands of an elf!"

This outrageous act caused tension to quickly escalate, as nearly all of the council started arguing, save for Elrond who rested his head in his hand, exasperated at this turn of events, and the Doomslayer, whose patience quickly ran out. "ENOUGH! I KNEW THIS COUNCIL WAS A WASTE OF TIME! I'LL TAKE THE RING THERE MYSELF!"

But as he stormed to the pedestal and reached for the ring, the argent energy within his armor reacted violently with the essence of the Ring. This triggered an explosion which shattered the pedestal, flung all members of the council back several feet, and causing the Eye of Sauron to let loose a scream of pain which could be heard throughout Middle Earth.

But even after all that, the ring remained undamaged as all within the council got back up. But before any further insults could fly or tempers flare, Frodo took the opportunity to speak. "I will take it! I will take the ring to Mordor."

All turned their attention to the Hobbit, most in surprise, but Gandalf had a look of regret on his face. The Doomslayer was unreadable under the helmet, but his question carried a tone of surprise. "You do know what that will entail? The struggles that will certainly come your way?"

Frodo nodded, but he did carry a sense of uncertainty. "Yes. Although, I do not know the way."

"Well, you certainly won't be going alone."

With this, a single hand was placed on the Hobbits shoulder as Gandalf then made his way to him. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."

Aragorn was next to stand and declare his support, followed by Legolas, and then Gimli. "If by my life, or death, I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."

"And you have my bow."

"And my axe."

Boromir was the last to stand, tired, but certain in his step. "You carry the fate of us all little one. If this be the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."

Before Elrond could them speak, a single cry of protest rang out, the source being the Hobbit Sam, whose appearance took the elf by surprise. "HEY! Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me!"

"No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you two, even if he is summoned to a secret council and you are not."

Though Sam did appear ashamed at this, any further comment was interrupted by the sudden arrival of Merry and Pippin. "Oi, we're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."

"Anyways, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing."

"Well that rules you out Pip."

With no other surprise visitors, the Fellowship of the Ring was declared, but it won't be long until plans end up changing. For the hosts of Mordor are on the March, and this time, they have an old ally with them.