It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.

One of you must do this.

One does not simply walk into Mordor.

Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs.

There is evil there that does not sleep.

And the Great Eye is ever watchful.

It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust.

The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume.

Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly.

Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The ring must be destroyed.

And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?

And if we fail, what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?

I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!

I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!

Now I trust the elf!

I will take the ring to Mordor.

I will take the ring to Mordor.

Though...

I do not know the way.

I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins.

As long as it is yours to bear.

By my life or death, I can protect you.

I will.

You have my sword.

And you have my bow.

And my axe.

You carry the fate of us all, little one.

If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done.

There!

Did Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me?

No, indeed. It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council, and you are not.

Oi! We're coming too!

You'll have to send us all tied up in a sack to stop us.

At any rate, you need people of intelligence on this sort of...

mission...

quest...

thing.

What about those you are with?

Nine companions.

So be it.

You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.

Right.

Where are we going?

To be continued...