Written for the drabble-a-chapter communal rewriting of FoTR over on the H-A list.
A gossamer-glistening autumn morning. Elves, Dwarves, Men and Halflings, brought by seeming chance to Elrond's House, meet in council to deem the fate of Middle-Earth. From all corners of the West black tidings come: Dáin threatened, Gollum vanished, Gondor beset by shadow, and the White Wizard turned to dark deeds. For Sauron's Ruling Ring, made to bind all in darkness, was lost, but is found; and He seeks it. Despite Dwarves' doubts and Boromir's urgings, It can be neither hidden nor wielded. And so Frodo will carry the One to Doom, though he does not know the way.