It’s pretty fair really.
The elves with their history steeped in myth and legend would obviously believe that the ring - being forged in the fires of Mount Doom - was indestructible through any conventional means.
You could quite easily imagine the elves would be so utterly convinced by this fact that they’d never even consider actually checking whether it was true or not.
Blind faith in what you believe to be true can sometimes be a thought trap, and empiricism is what really counts.
So yeah, give that lil’ fucker a whack, just to be sure.
Some people just need to make sure of it themselves. Nobody likes these people but sometimes they are needed.
That’s speciest against dwarves.
I’d love an edit wherein as they’re about to throw the ring in, whomever has it last (it’s been awhile, I forget) drops and breaks it. Sauron and the orcs evaporate immediately after.
whomever has it last (it’s been awhile, I forget)
Gollum was technically the final ringbearer, albeit briefly.
Sam got up. He was dazed, and blood streaming from his head dripped in his eyes. He groped forward, and then he saw a strange and terrible thing. Gollum on the edge of the abyss was fighting like a mad thing with an unseen foe. To and fro he swayed, now so near the brink that almost he tumbled in, now dragging back, falling to the ground, rising, and falling again. And all the while he hissed but spoke no words.
The fires below awoke in anger, the red light blazed, and all the cavern was filled with a great glare and heat. Suddenly Sam saw Gollum’s long hands draw upwards to his mouth; his white fangs gleamed, and then snapped as they bit. Frodo gave a cry, and there he was, fallen upon his knees at the chasm’s edge. But Gollum, dancing like a mad thing, held aloft the ring, a finger still thrust within its circle. It shone now as if verily it was wrought of living fire.
“Precious, precious, precious!” Gollum cried. “My Precious! O my Precious!” And with that, even as his eyes were lifted up to gloat on his prize, he stepped too far, toppled, wavered for a moment on the brink, and then with a shriek he fell. Out of the depths came his last wail Precious, and he was gone.
