[ Pardon Lance as he utterly, miserably, pathetically Fails to Read The Goddamn Air. His eyebrow cocks, his lips purse, he stares at this ring that, for no particularly good reason in his honest opinion, is being made a huge deal out of. It should come to him, son of the Steward of Gondor and all, but it doesn't. He guffaws: ]
Seriously, guys? A ring? That's what all this is about? We all travelled miles upon miles to ooo and ahh over a ring? [ A laugh finally slips out of him, floored in many ways. ]
[ The Council goes silent. There is doubtlessly a grumble from the side of Men at such brash and uninformed talk. Alfor frowns as he shifts his attention to Lance. ]
"This is no simple piece of jewelry..."
[ It's Allura who speaks up, her gaze less friendly than it had been the night before. This is Work, after all. ]
This is the Ring. The One Ring to rule them all, Lance, Son of the Steward. And it should not be taken lightly.
"My daughter speaks the truth. This is that One Ring."
[ Do you know how called out Lance feels right now? "Lance, son of the steward"!!! The nerve!!! He flushes, folds his arms across his chest, and melts into the chair like maybe, MAYBE SOME HOW, that might make him disappear from this truly horrendous moment in his life.
Don't worry, he'll be back to make the Next Stupid Comment, rest assured. ]
"And why not!" [ cries an indignant dwarf. ] "Is this place not safe from his eye? Every other corner of middle earth is infested with his soldiers. We may as well be handing it to him taking it from this place.
"Stay your words, dwarf," [ retorts an elf, ] "The only promise your desires would bring is more darkness to this land!"
"Yes, a land your people are already abandoning!" [ A man near Lance adds. ]
Now now, everyone, no sense getting our tails tied up like Trollshaws boars. We came here for a civil discussion, hmm? Fate of Middle Earth rests on everyones shoulder's, not Man, Elf, or Dwarf. Ah, nor the little halfling here. No ring as unordinary as this can be just kept in these homely halls, but perhaps for twice the length it already has! I suppose that's still a decent chunk of time, but certainly not worth the risk....
We have but one option! To destroy the ring and be through with this darkness once at for all. And before the peanut gallery has more belligerence to offer, allow me to demonstrate!
[ Coran pulls out a massive axe out of seemingly nowhere. It comin'!!! ]
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Seriously, guys? A ring? That's what all this is about? We all travelled miles upon miles to ooo and ahh over a ring? [ A laugh finally slips out of him, floored in many ways. ]
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"This is no simple piece of jewelry..."
[ It's Allura who speaks up, her gaze less friendly than it had been the night before. This is Work, after all. ]
This is the Ring. The One Ring to rule them all, Lance, Son of the Steward. And it should not be taken lightly.
"My daughter speaks the truth. This is that One Ring."
[ One of the Elves speaks up, ]
Such evil to be brought into our land...
"And it will not stay here."
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Don't worry, he'll be back to make the Next Stupid Comment, rest assured. ]
"And why not!" [ cries an indignant dwarf. ] "Is this place not safe from his eye? Every other corner of middle earth is infested with his soldiers. We may as well be handing it to him taking it from this place.
"Stay your words, dwarf," [ retorts an elf, ] "The only promise your desires would bring is more darkness to this land!"
"Yes, a land your people are already abandoning!" [ A man near Lance adds. ]
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We have but one option! To destroy the ring and be through with this darkness once at for all. And before the peanut gallery has more belligerence to offer, allow me to demonstrate!
[ Coran pulls out a massive axe out of seemingly nowhere. It comin'!!! ]