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*Voiceover = Bold & Italics

*Elvish (if I can't translate it) = Italics

*Flashbacks = Underline

*Mindlink = Bold

| 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧'𝐬 𝐩.𝐨.𝐯 |

Stiles was now seated by Aragorn. The Council of Elrond was starting. In all honesty, Stiles was trying to keep his nerdy self in check. Gandalf and Frodo along with a congregation of Men, Elves, and Dwarves sit in a semi-circle around a stone pedestal.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have 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. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom."Elrond said and gestured to the pedestal.

"Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."He said. Frodo rises and lays the Ring on the pedestal and returns to his seat. Stiles found him adorable. People start whispering. "So it is true."Boromir starts. Everyone was staring at the ring by now. It was whispering to them. 

Stiles felt disgusted by the dark magic that was caressing him. The Ring was affecting him differently than everyone else. Boromir stood up. 

"In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark, but in the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying: ❝Your doom is near at hand. Isildur's Bane is found. Isildur's Bane.❞"Boromir says as he reaches for the Ring. "Boromir!"Elrond shouts as he stands up. 

Out of nowhere Gandalf and Stiles chant in Black Speech. Everything around them started rumbling as Elrond puts a hand towards his head as it hurt. Legolas' head started hurting too. Everyone noticed Stiles' eyes were pitch black and they were a little wary. 

The chant stopped and Stiles gasped for air as he almost doubled over but Aragorn caught him. Stiles was confused about what just happened. But, he was sure the dark magic took over his mind. Aragorn helped him back into his seat, making sure he was okay. 

Elrond looked over at him to make sure he was okay too. He was concerned because he knew that Stiles speaking the language wasn't intentional. "Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris."Elrond said. 

"I'm sorry Ada, the black magic influenced me."Stiles said softly as he lean his head back with his eyes closed. His head hurt now and he didn't realize the slip-up he made. Elrond knew he didn't notice but didn't correct him on the matter. "It is alright, Dear Mieczysław."He said. 

"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is altogether evil."Gandalf said while standing. 

"It is a gift, a gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?"Boromir questioned as he stood up and starts pacing. Stiles' eyes flew open and watched him carefully which Elrond noticed.

"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."Boromir exclaimed.

Stiles huffs. Aragorn looked at him and then looked at Boromir. "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."He said. "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"Boromir questioned. Legolas stands suddenly.

"This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."Legolas said. Stiles looked at him in awe. "Aragorn. This...is Isildur's heir?"Boromir questions in disbelief.  "And heir to the throne of Gondor."He said. Frodo looks wide-eyed at Aragorn.