Even if the ring overpowers all

Chapter two: The council

When everyone was seated, Elrond spoke first. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You've been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. We are all bound to the same fate, this one doom."

A long pause. Then Elrond spoke again. "Bring forth the ring, Frodo." While he said this he gestured to a table in the middle of the balcony where we were sitting. 

Frodo took one big look around and then cautiously looked around and placed the ring in the centre of the table. As he did this the metal clinked onto the pale stone. Murmurs flew around like fireflies as soon as Frodo set the ring down. When the whole council laid eyes on the ring the murmurs grew louder. 

"So it is true," Boromir said quietly. 

Frodo walked back to his seat and heavily sat down. He took a deep breath and closed his eyes. Everyone was silent as they glared at the evil thing, as if it was the source of all their problems. Which it was, technically. 

You glare at it. At some point you tune out. You could hear faint whispers and murmurs that didn't sound like human voices. Was it coming from the ring? Someone stood up and started talking, but you don't hear them. Then suddenly they stretched their hand towards the ring to pick it up. 

It was Boromir. "Boromir!" Elrond and Gandalf yelled at the same time. Boromir stepped backwards and sat down in his chair. 

Gandalf stood up and began speaking in a strange language in a dark, deep voice, which you guess is part of his magic. It was terribly disturbing, and you see Arwen jump in shock. 

Legolas closed his eyes and takes a deep breath. You just simply stare in shock. Frodo looks at the ring terrifyingly. Elrond stood up as soon as Gandalf started talking and now he has his head in his hands and is frowning.  When Gandalf is done yelling, Elrond sits down and says in a grim voice, "Never before has anyone uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris." 

"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond," Gandalf said. "For the Black speech may be heard in every corner of the West! It is altogether evil." You nod.

But Boromir shook his head and stood up again. "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? 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."

Aragorn frowned and simply sighed. 

Boromir continued. "GiveGondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him." He looked around, as if he expected everyone to cheer. 

"You can not wield it. None of us can," Aragorn stepped in. "The One Ring answers to Sauron, and Sauron alone. It has no other master."

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir challenged him. 

Arwen stood up, about to protest, but Legolas stood up and said firmly, "That is no mere ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

Boromir looked at Aragorn disgustedly. "Aragorn. This is Isildur's heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas said defensively.

"Havo dad, Legolas." 

Legolas sits down. Boromir looks back at him. "Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king." 

He sits down arrogantly and glares at Aragorn. Aragorn ignores Boromir but his gaze follows him. 

"Elrond is right. We can not use it." Gandalf states.