Aearwen's Little Bits - Whispers
And here's yet another drabble in my I Dhaerlend Dadui timeline.
Elrond shuddered as Frodo presented the Ring to the Council. The last time he'd seen it, it had hung on the end of a chain of gold around Isildur's neck; weregild, the Mortal had claimed.
And yet whispers at the back of his mind insisted darkly that the Ring should come to him; his King's death was no less a grievous loss than that of a Mortal father!
It is mine. Think of the good I could do…
Elrond hadn't listened to whispers long ago; he wouldn't listen now. "We must send the Ring to the Fire,"* he declared firmly.
* Quote taken directly from The Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring, "The Council of Elrond"
Elrond shuddered as Frodo presented the Ring to the Council. The last time he'd seen it, it had hung on the end of a chain of gold around Isildur's neck; weregild, the Mortal had claimed.
And yet whispers at the back of his mind insisted darkly that the Ring should come to him; his King's death was no less a grievous loss than that of a Mortal father!
It is mine. Think of the good I could do…
Elrond hadn't listened to whispers long ago; he wouldn't listen now. "We must send the Ring to the Fire,"* he declared firmly.
* Quote taken directly from The Lord of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring, "The Council of Elrond"