Arming yourself for adventure, you enter the beautiful city of Rivendell. Your eyes are in ecstasy as they gaze at the exquisite granite mausoleums; greenery draped over balconies in away that would make J.R Tolkien proud. Below a river of the purest H2O roars from the ledge a shimmering waterfall.
After gathering in the sights for a while, you notice a circle of great warriors from all over the land huddled around a large hearth. Curious, you inch forward and observe from a bramble of plants.
"Frodo Baggins!! Bring forth the ring!!" a voice, Gandalf's, booms.
The hobbit walks forward and lays the ring on gently the rock for all to see. Your eyes jerk open in wonder. Its smooth curves shine mesmerizingly in your eyes, laying there so beautiful and golden. You just had to have it. If only you could just look at it just a teeny-little bit...
You shake your head. I'm not supposed to touch the ring of power!! That's Frodo's job!!
"Now who will take the ring to Mordor?" lord Eldrond calls, frowning. You squint your eyes and recognize the high forehead from somewhere. His expressions are tight and featureless, and carries himself with a stiffness that would make a machine proud.
Geez, Lord Eldrond has an uncanny resemblance to that Agent Smith guy I saw in the movies...Could he be the same guy?
You take another long look at him.
Nahhh!!!
Nobody stirs, waiting for someone to volunteer to take the ring. It is quite irritating to see not a single dwarf, elf, hobbit, human or wizard move for it. Then they all begin arguing, pointing fingers and delivering epithets.
Geez, why doesn't someone just take the ring!! They're such cowards!! Do I have to take it for you!!
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