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The axe swung down, cutting through the shouts of the council. Making contact with the cruel gold Ring. Gimli was thrown backwards away from the podium that the Ring sat on. Where the Ring still sat. Unharmed. Undamaged. One couldn't even tell there had been an attack on it. The shouts faded away to nothing as the harsh reality set in. The Ring could not be destroyed. Gimli picked himself back up and lowered his axe back into his belt. "Well, that seemed to be a failure if ever there wa-" he was cut off a bright light pulsed from the Ring, shredding its way through the group and blinding them. For the second time in under thirty seconds, Gimli - along with the rest of the group this time - was thrown back into the stone floors. Blinking slightly, everyone looked around, trying to regain their vision and their senses. Legolas - being an elf and of a younger age, making his vision slightly sharper than that of Elrond - was the first to notice the biggest change. "Who are you?" He asked to the stranger, now kneeling on the stone where the podium had been. "How did you come to be here?" The elf raised his head, auburn locks shifting as he turned his piercing gold gaze onto the younger elf prince. Despite the neutral expression he held, his eyes glittered with mirth. "I am Thaíledail." In which Sauron is brought back when Gimli tries to break the Ring.
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