A/N: This is my first LOTR story on fan fiction, please don't kill me if you think it's bad...
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the Lord of the Rings or any of its characters (yet...). All I own is the plot and my five OCs.
Deep in the confines of Rivendell, the council of Elrond were discussing the one ring. Four seats remained empty, but the rest paid this no mind.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor." Elrond started after everyone was seated. "Middle-earth stands upon the brink of destruction. No one can escape it. You will unite, or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo."
Frodo stood and placed the ring on the stone podium.
"So it is true." Boromir whispered to himself.
"The doom of man." Boromir said, his tone mocking the words. "It is a gift."
He stood and looked at the council. "A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!"
Silently, Aragorn, Son of Arathorn opened his mouth to disagree with the statement, but was interrupted by an unruly shout.
"Sorry we're late!"
Everyone looked around for the source of the noise.
Suddenly, a bear ran into the outdoor meeting room. Two women sat on its back and another two stood behind, having run in behind them. One of the ones on the ground, Aragorn noticed, held a dark piece of wood, shaped like a walking stick.
"We were attacked by a bear at camp this morning." One of them said, jumping off the bear's back.
"God help us all." Gandalf said in wonder, studying them all with a practised and very wide eye.
"A hobbit, an elf, a human and a dwarf." One of the elves stated, looking at the one who had jumped off the bear intently.
"Who are you?" Boromir asked them.
"I am Evie Daze. A human. These are my companions." The woman holding a walking stick answered. She was of medium height, her raven hair was plaited down her back and small beads decorated it. Her eyes were a dark green, and her clothes were simple, a dark green cloak, a pair of dark brown trousers and a long sleeve brown top.
The elf opened her mouth to speak, but didn't get the chance.
"Tell them your nickname Oz, we haven't got all day." The dwarf stated from the bear's back.
The elf gave her a small glare but turned back to the council quickly, throwing the human a hopeful look. "She is called Ozera by her friends." The human said in the place of the elf. The elf's hair was the pale blonde of almost every elf, but her eyes were almost black, contrasting the elven appearance beautifully. Her face was sharp and angular, much like every elf maiden, and she wore a stern expression. She also wore a dark green tunic, the sign of a hunter of the Murkwood forest.
"My name is Lune Goodwell, I'm a hobbit!" The hobbit said enthusiastically, waving a little. Her face was rounded like many hobbits, and her dark blue eyes shone with mischief and life. Her curly auburn hair was filled with light green leaves. She wore a white and green dress typical of a bartender.
"I am Elna-."
"Your title is also too long..." Evie, the human interrupted.
The brown haired dwarf huffed indignantly.
Everyone was frozen, either confused or... really confused...
"What...?" One of the men asked.
"That's a very good question!" The hobbit exclaimed, only to have her mouth covered by the elf's hand.
"She had too much sugar this morning." The dwarf explained.
The human smiled and walked to the ring cautiously. "Now, this is the one ring, correct?" She asked, looking around for someone that would answer.
"Yes, it is." Elrond confirmed.
She whirled on her heel and pointed at Boromir. "You're an idiot." She said bluntly and the other women snickered.
He looked at her angrily and stood. "You dare call the future king of Gondor an idiot!" He exclaimed angrily.
She smirked at him. "No, I dare to call the Steward an idiot. That's the future king of Gondor." She said, pointing over her shoulder at Aragorn. "That guy is Aragorn, son of Arathorn the 2nd, Isildur's heir to the throne of Gondor."
Everyone stared at Aragorn, who had sat down in his seat when the women entered.
"As I was saying, you're an idiot. Something born from pure evil cannot be used for good. I mean, isn't that obvious from the whole pure evil thing? The best thing we can do is destroy the ring, which is what Elrond bought us here for anyway." She continued, still smirking at Boromir, who was still stood.
"Be seated, human." The female dwarf said from behind Evie the human.
He glared at her. "Why should I listen to you, dwarf?" He demanded.
The elf, Ozera, was suddenly in front of him. She pushed him into the seat and stepped to his side, glaring at him heatedly and crossing her arms.
"That's why!" The hobbit (Lune) said, her mouth freed.
Most of the people there were giggling or trying to avoid laughing.
He attempted to stand again, but stopped when a plain silver knife became embedded in his stone chair, right next to his head.
By a knife, I don't mean a dagger, I mean the kind of knife you use at dinner time.
Evie had her hand extended casually. "Remain seated, boy." She added in a teasing voice.
"How dare you attack me!" He growled, standing and drawing his sword. Ozera moved to stop him, but Evie shook her head in her direction.
Evie gave him an empty gaze as he approached her, sword drawn. He brought his sword down on her head.
But she parried it with a fork, identical to the one in his chair, as if they were a pair, which they were.
She looked at him, clearly not amused. "Be seated, boy."
"And if I refuse?" He hissed.
She smiled. "Oh I was hoping that you would say that." She purred, giving him a maniacal grin.
She used her other hand to punch in the gut. Boromir doubled over, coughing.
She kneed him in the face and as he came up, elbowed him in the jaw.
He fell, unconscious.
The council members all stood and began to shout and protest, saying that she needed to be taken away from the hall.
"Silence." Ozera hissed in Sindarin (common elfish), speaking for the first time.
Every elf quietened immediately, turning to look at her with wide eyes. Her voice was beautiful but so... harsh. It was not a request, it was a command.
The men and dwarves continued to argue with Elrond, however, so the volume of protests was far from quietened.
"BE QUIET!" The hobbit girl, Lune bellowed.
At this, everyone was quiet.
"Thank you. Now, let us discuss the matter at hand. The one ring is here, Sauron is searching for the ring. In short, we need to get the ring out of Rivendell and in the fiery chasms of Mount Doom from whence it came, before it's too late and Sauron's armies march on Rivendell!" The hobbit, Lune surmised, smiling angelically, she looked around at everyone, they were all staring at her, save for the elves, who were all studying Ozera curiously. "Um... please don't stare, it's very rude." Lune continued, looking at the faces of the men uneasily. She finally set her gaze on Frodo, and threw him a quick smile and a wink.
Frodo looked akin to stunned at the gesture.
"My friend is right, the ring cannot stay here, it is far too dangerous." Elna said jumping off the bear's back.
"Bless my soul..." Gimli said, eyes wide at the sight of her. Her, a female dwarf. With only a third of the dwarves being female, it was a rare sight indeed.
She threw him a sideways glance, her black eyes widening.
He stared at her, marvelling at her beauty. For a dwarf, she was stunning.
Elrond cleared his throat, seeing that everyone was staring at someone. Gimli at Elna, Elna at Gimli, Ozera at Elrond, Legolas and the elves at Ozera, Frodo at Lune, Lune at the bear, Evie at the elves, and Aragorn between Evie and Boromir.
"So, who is going to destroy the ring?" He asked.
"I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli shouted.
Legolas stood along with the two elves that were with him.
Ozera gave Gimli a hiss and a glare.
An uproar began, everyone arguing at who would be the one to possess the ring and be the ring bearer.
"I will go." Frodo called.
No one heard him.
"QUIET!!" Lune shouted. Everyone was silenced by the little hobbits call. "He was trying to say something..." She said sheepishly, twiddling with her fingers.
"I will take the ring to Mordor." Frodo volunteered. "Though, I do not know the way."
"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword." Aragorn said, resting a hand on his shoulder and standing behind him.
"And you have my Bow." Legolas said, smiling at Frodo.
"And my axe!" Gimli declared.
"Well, I'm obviously going, aren't I?" Gandalf said, smiling at Frodo.
"Mr. Frodo isn't going anywhere without me!" Sam shouted, running from the bushes.
"We're coming... too..." Pippin shouted, running in with Merry and staring at Lune.
Lune gave him a wide smile, like child that had been given a toy."I will come as well." She said quickly, staring at Pippin.
Evie laughed at them, amusement deep in her eyes. "I haven't been on an adventure in so long. Besides, Lune, can't stay quiet unless she has a supply of sugary treats."
"Hey!" Lune said indignantly, putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Evie.
"It is true, Lune." Ozera said in English, her voice heavily accented by the elfish tongue. "I am coming with you." She added casually.
"Well, I cannot trust an elf! I am coming too!" Elna declared.
"You twelve shall be the fellowship of the ring." Elrond declared.
"Boromir will come as well, when he awakens." Evie said for him, bending down next to him and realigning his broken nose. She gently took a hanker chief from her pocket and tilted his head back, patting away the blood that had poured from his nose. "If he awakens in time." She added, looking at the blood covered hanker chief with disgust. "Ozera, would you help me stitch up the wound?"
Ozera gave a silent nod and bent down next to his body.
"There are no wounds that can be stitched up." Gimli said, giving Evie a slight glare.
"The back of his head has cracked open slightly, or did you think that all of this blood was just from his nose?" Lune explained, pointing at the blood surrounding his body.
Evie lifted him and rested him on her shoulder, so that she could continue using her walking stick. "Lord Elrond, would you by any chance have a bed where we can work on him in peace?"
"Would it not be best if we worked on him here, Lady Evie?" Ozera asked her quietly in Quenya (rarely spoken elfish), so quietly that only the other elves and Evie could hear.
"Yes, but there's blood all over the floor." Evie whined in the same tongue.
"You must have some self restraint by now, Evie." The elf snapped in Quenya, again almost silently.
She sent her a wavering glare. "I do... it smells though." She said in English.
Ozera rolled her eyes and pulled out a sewing kit.
Evie rested him on a clean area and they set to work, Ozera at his head, stitching up the cut and Evie at his side, holding a wet cloth to his side were she'd elbowed him and his face, to make the dark bruises go away faster.
Lune walked to their side. "Do you need help?" She asked excitably.
The two exchanged a quick glance. "I think we'll be alright, you go have fun." Evie said, inclining her head slightly towards Pippin.
Lune looked in the direction that she was suggesting and skipped off, an even brighter smile on her face.
"She likes him, you know." Evie said, laughing slightly.
Ozera nodded her head, a small smile on her light pink lips.
"The council is dismissed, all of you can go about your business in peace." Elrond declared.
Steadily, everyone filed out until it was just Ozera, Evie, Elrond, Legolas and Aragorn.
Ozera stood and rested Boromir's head on her green cloak. "I would like to speak with you, Lord Elrond." She said quietly, in English.
Evie looked up at Ozera, blatant shock on her face.
He smiled at her. "Of course, what do you wish to speak of?"
She remained almost stoic. "I am unsure of the ring bearer, his will is strong, but strong enough to make it to Mount Doom? Are you sure that Frodo is prepared for something as tempting?"
Elrond frowned slightly. "What are you suggesting?"
She smiled slightly. "I know of someone stronger."
He raised an eyebrow doubtingly. "And who, pray tell, is that?"
"Samwise Gamgee. His will against the ring is like no other's. He is purer than Frodo, that is not to say that Frodo isn't strong enough to do this, he is. But Samwise is stronger." Evie looked a bit taken aback by the exchange still, but understanding lit in her eyes.
"And what makes you say that?" Aragorn asked her.
She turned to him and gave a small bow. "Lord Aragorn." She greeted, turning to Legolas she bowed to him as well. "Taren Legolas." She said to him.
"Do not bow to me, please." They said in unison, one in elfish and the other English.
"You should listen to her. She doesn't talk that much unless it's important." Evie said casually.
"Like all elves I see things, things that will be. I see Frodo with a high chance of succeeding, but the price is his sanity. All that I ask is that you tell Gandalf the Grey of this, for he will be the one to decide in the end." Ozera said in a lilting elfish accent.
"...I will speak with Gandalf of this." Elrond said hesitantly.
She bowed to him. "Thank you, Lord Elrond."
"How did you know their names?" Aragorn asked, realising that she hadn't been told who they were.
She looked at Evie, passing a silent message to her. In response she shook her head, so small was the gesture, that only sharp eyes could have seen it.
She looked back to Elrond. "I must be taking my leave, My lords." She said in Quenya. Inclining her head at Legolas and Aragorn slightly.
She walked out so quickly and gracefully that a slight wind was left behind her.
Aragorn moved to stop her, but Legolas put his hand on his chest and shook his head.
They both turned their gazes to Evie.
She was slowly patting Boromir's cheek, still covered in blood that was rapidly drying. She brushed away a strand of hair delicately, shaking her head.
"He's going to need a place to rest so that he can recover," She said tiredly. "would someone show me to his room so that I can lay him down?"
"Of course." Aragorn said kindly. "I'll take you there."
"Thank you." She said back, giving him a dazzling but tired smile and picking up Boromir tenderly.
"Do you want me to carry him?" Aragorn offered, looking at her leg unsurely.
"That won't be necessary, the bear will be taking him most of the way, but thank you for offering." She said to him, smiling again. She looked at the bear and whistled.
It trotted over to her and she placed him on its wide back, stomach down.
She tickled behind the bear's ear fondly. "Good boy." She cooed.
The three men exchanged a glance and looked at her, still tickling the bear.
She sighed and pulled a rope from a small bag at her waist, she secured Boromir to the bear without too much difficulty and walked to his seat. Casually, she pulled out the knife and put it in her belt.
"Why a normal knife?" Legolas asked curiously.
She smiled at him. "Normal knives aren't considered particularly dangerous. Daggers are considered more dangerous because they're, well, sharper. I'm allowed to carry cutlery around and not have them confiscated by guards. If I'm in a tricky situation, I can always use the knife and fork for defence- or attacks if I have nothing else," She explained. "besides... why not?"
He looked a bit taken aback, but then smiled. "You're right, a knife is better for such situations."
The bear gave a dull grunt in the background.
Her eyes widened and she looked at it.
"It's hungry." Evie whispered.
A/N: So? Is it alright? I hope it doesn't suck like my other one... please review...