Fate

No one’s eyes are upon me though I feel the pressure of the burden already. Every since the fateful day of the Council, I had willed myself to accept this fate, one in which I had willingly accepted, to the surprise of all but me.

The Ring’s cold metal on its chain upon my skin is a constant reminder of its evil presence as I feel the weight of the world placed upon my shoulders.

I can only hope that the endurance of my will would keep the evilness at bay and help in combating the many doubts I feel.

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Written for Slightlytookish's "Departing Rivendell" drabble series challenge.