Life as a Dragon (LOTR)

Please look at the Creator's Thoughts section at the bottom of the page. 

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I thoughtfully watched the backs of Isildur and the Gondorian Army fade into the distance. Graghin and the rest of the Dwarves left yesterday. Now, it was just me and the elves.

Elrond, who was standing by my side, shifted as he, too, watched them leave. I could tell the same question that was bothering me was also bothering him.

Did we do the right thing?

This question will haunt both of us for a long time. Should we have forced the ring from Isildur or thrown both into the magma below?

Elrond and I discussed it last night, and his response was, " Is it not like the other rings of power?"

This doesn't seem very smart for him to say, but I know the future and some hidden knowledge. When a Ring of Power's owner dies, the power contained within that ring goes dormant as it waits for a new master, leaving nothing but a regular ring. Based on his words, he probably believed the ring was just a decoration now.

I hinted to him that Sauron may not be truly dead, but I think he subconsciously wanted to be done with all this after the long campaign and the death of thousands of Elves. When you have known someone for thirty years, a human cherishes that relationship. Now imagine knowing someone for three hundred years. The Elves took a significant hit.

The real question I ask myself is why I didn't do anything. I knew the truth about it.

At first, I justified it with well-thought-out excuses. I did not want to ruin my relationship with my new friends by killing one of their own. The ring could corrupt me since I am a spawn of Morgoth. I wanted to preserve my plot knowledge.

After much soul-gazing, I realized the truth: I was scared. I was in a world not my own, containing elements I could scarcely imagine, without friends or family, except my mother. I was all alone, and the only thing I had was my knowledge. It is pathetic and selfish. 

I could imagine all the LOTR enthusiasts in my old life who would jump at the chance to fix this and change that, sneering at me disgracefully and spouting words full of bravado. But it's not so easy when you are here and fighting with your life on the line against things you could scarcely believe.

Actions are easy to say but often much harder to do.

Elrond eventually turned back toward the camp, and I followed him toward the command tent in the middle. The elves and I were planning on leaving today, too.

We would travel through the plains to be known as Rohan, or the Riddermark, later in the Third Age and split into the forces returning to Lothlórien or Rivendell, respectfully. From there, we would travel through Enedwaith, future Dunland, and Eregion. At that point, we would be at the gates of Khazad-dûm. We would continue hugging the Misty Mountains until we finally reached the Trollshaws (where Bilbo encountered the Three Trolls) and Rivendell.

It would be a long journey since I was walking with the army, but it would be fun to see more of Middle-Earth!