A/N: I finally completely replaced the content the old fic, which was really starting to bug me. I promise this is the last time I'll replace the content, hopefully this is better. I found out that it got way to hard to write a crossover animorph style, so here is the new style I'm going to write it. Special thanks to Lost Soul for editing my chapters for me. Btw, the first two chapters were originally supposed to be one chapter but I split them up so I wouldn't have to remove chapters.
The One Ring rested on a stone pedestal, where twelve pairs of eyes regarded
"So it is true..." Boromir's gaze rested intently on the Ring, thinking. All this time he had heard tales of the One Ring, but thought it only to be legend, never even dreamed it could have been found again. Now, it was so close, within his grasp... "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor.Why not use this ring?" His voice rose in barely-contained excitement. "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. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
"You cannot wield it! None of us can." Aragorn rose from his seat. He was tall, with a weather-stained cloak, shoulder-length black hair, and piercing brown eyes which radiated both nobility and power. "The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."
"And what would a ranger know of this matter" Boromir shot back.
Legolas spoke up defensively of his friend. "He is no mere ranger," he said, "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.
Boromir was stunned. "This...this is Isildur's heir?" He questioned, disbelief, surprise and shock clouding his eyes.
"And heir to the throne of Gondor."
"Havo dad, Legolas." Aragorn sighed. He didn't want the power, accepting only out of duty, and wasn't exactly proud to have his birthright mentioned, especially so close to the One Ring. Thank you, he silently told his friend. Legolas nodded and gave his friend a slight smile. No problem, he mouthed.
"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king," Boromir said defiantly, bitterness creeping into his voice.
Gandalf tried to bring the topic of discussion away from Aragorn, and back to the Ring. "Aragorn is right," he pointed out. "We cannot use it."
"You have only one choice." Elrond paused. "The Ring must be destroyed." And it should have been done 3000 years ago, he thought regretfully, when we had more time. He remembered how, right at the edge of the Crack of Doom, Isildur had refused to throw the Ring into the fire, falling to its evil, despite Elrond's warnings.
Gimli, a stocky dwarf, grabbed his axe and approached the Ring. "Then what are we waiting for," he challenged. Raising his axe, he brought it down hard onto the small gold band. Instead of breaking under the force of the axe, the Ring remained intact, sitting among the shards of the axe head, and Gimli was thrown back unto the floor.
Legolas rolled his eyes. Smart, dwarf, smart, he thought.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade." Elrond paused. "It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." Elrond sighed, knowing what he had to ask next, and scanned the faces of the council. "One of you must do this."
There was a dead silence, every single member of the council sitting in shock. Finally, Boromir broke the long silence. "One does not simply walk into Mordor," he protested. "Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!" he declared.
"Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said," Legolas shot back. Think, he thought. We don't need more bad news. "The Ring must be destroyed," he finished, his blue eyes flashing.
Gimli leapt to his feet. "And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" he shouted at the elf."
"And if we fail what then!" Boromir questioned angrily. "What happens when Sauron take back what is his?" He demanded.
"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli snapped. At that, the entire council leaped up, bursting into arguments. Old feuds were brought up, frustrations were vented, and insults were hurled back and forth.
"I will take it!" Everyone turned to look at Frodo, surprised, the arguments totally forgotten. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though...I do not know the way," he admitted. Determination was evident in his eyes.
Gandalf walked over to stand by the hobbit. "I will help you bear this burden, so long as it's yours to bear," he said.
Aragorn crossed the room to stand by them. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will." The ranger knelt before Frodo. "You have my sword."
"And my bow." The tall elf came over to stand by the small group.
"And my axe," Gimli said, exchanging a dark look with the elf.
Boromir slowly approached the hobbit. "You carry the fates of us all, little one," he said softly, "If it is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."
Suddenly, a ripple appeared in the air. Legolas's sharp eyes caught it. "Did anyone else see that?" he demanded, worriedly. Before anyone could even answer, the ripple appeared again, stronger, as if the fabric of time were being torn. A blinding white light appeared where the ripple took place.
Aragorn and Boromir drew their swords, Gimli readied his axe, and Legolas notched an arrow to his bow, while Gandalf's fingers tightened around his staff. All of them moved to protect the Ring bearer.
What happened next astounded all of them, even Legolas's normally calm composure in the face of danger was shattered. There was a flash, a bang, and a powerful gust of wind that knocked all their weapons from their hands, disarming them completely. The white light disappeared and in place of it, appeared a creature none of them had seen, not even Gandalf or Elrond, for all their years of existence and wisdom.
"By the Valor, what IS that creature?" Legolas gasped.
It was completely covered in light blue fur, with a shape that roughly resembled a horse. Its torso was humanlike, and it had a face with two eyes, and two more stalk eyes atop its head. But, perhaps the most astounding thing about it was that it had no mouth, and in place of a horse's tail, extended a coiled blue tail with a single dangerous scythe blade.