The Singing Bane
In answer to the "X Takes the Ring" writing challenge:
When Legolas offered his bow to Frodo back in Rivendell he thought he
would only be helping to protect the hobbit on his journey into Mordor
and nothing more. So his presence now at the end of the walkway jutting
out over the lava in Mount Doom made that offer of help seem more like
a dream than anything real.
Then the Ring began to “sing” to him again from the chain around
his neck since it knew that the elf loved music as all his kind did and
thus would be more prone to listening to its ensnaring words.
By now Legolas was nearly spent emotionally and physically which
was something he had never experienced before in all of his long years
and for a moment the Ring’s sweet song which was full of promises of
power and glory for him was a very tempting way to put an end to his
But then the gut wrenching visions in his mind began again. Visions
that were filled with the pain contorted faces of the Fellowship as
each of them succumbed one by one to grisly deaths at the hands of
Sauron’s minions while they had made their way south through Moria and
the land beyond the borders of Lorien. Nor had there been anything he
could have done to save them each time it had happened no matter how
hard he had tried.
And while he grieved over each death it was Frodo’s which still hit
him the hardest. If only he had not let his guard down so he could help
the tired hobbit to build that small fire from the driftwood by the
lake by which the ring bearer could warm himself. Then he would have
sensed the lone Uruk-hai lurking in the nearby bushes and would have
been able to kill the foul creation before it shot Frodo in the back
with one of its dark arrows. But as it turned out he could only do so
afterwards and by then it was far too late. And since he was the last
of the Fellowship he had gently removed the gold chain and Ring from
around Frodo’s neck before he had buried the hobbit as best he could.
“I promised to protect you Frodo and I have failed at that. But I
will not fail you now. I will see to it that this accursed ring is
destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom for you if it’s the last thing I
ever do,” he had said firmly while gazing down at the small stony grave
his face covered in a mask of determination so as to hide his grief.
Slowly Legolas now removed that same gold chain from around his
neck and for a while he stood gazing at the small golden ring lying in
the palm of his hand while he now let his unshed tears of grief to
slowly create narrow muddy tracks down his dirty and sunken cheeks.
“I will never listen to your song no matter how sweetly you sing
it! You have robbed me of several good friends and now it’s time for
you to meet your end! Frodo this is for you!” he suddenly shouted
angrily before he threw it with all the strength he could muster out
over the lava.
There it hovered for what seemed like an eternity and Legolas
momentarily feared that it would some how fly back to him. But then
gravity took over and it fell till he lost sight of it in the glare of
light coming from the molten rock far below.
But the elf knew he had succeeded when the mountain began to rumble under his feet.