He sat within the Council, listening to everyone talking and offering suggestions on what to do with the Ring. On a pedestal it was placed, the shining gold belying the malevolence that resided within it. Legolas spared a glance for Aragorn, but then looked to the halfling that carried it here. Frodo Baggins of the Shire. Far from home, and already connected to the Ring. In the end, he pledged his bow to assure the safety of the Ring-bearer on his Quest. He had to have faith that the halfling would destroy the Ring in the heart of Mount Doom.
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