You rolled over in bed and looked out your open window. The breeze blew softly, swaying the satin purple curtains. Judging by the lack of light visible, you figured it was probably only 4am... just a half hour since you last looked. You sighed and rolled onto your back, bringing your hands to your face. Groaning, you sat up, the overwelming feelings of fatigue and frustration still present in your mind and tired body. 'Not again!' you thought to yourself as you groggily pulled yourself from the sea of sheets and pillows. Throwing on a long cloak, you quietly exited your chamber and began your descent down the peacful, deserted hallway. You passed many rooms which were usually empty, but were now occupied by 3 hobbits. You were very surprised when they arrived the day before with Aragorn as their escort. You were told that they were the companions of another hobbit, Frando (or something like that you couldnt remember the name) who had been brought to Rivendale by your sister-like friend, Arwen, after being stabed by a morical blade. Cringing at the thought, you brought your hand to the back of your left shoulder, where you had been stabbed by the cursed sword once. As you aproched the end of the hallway, there stood a large door. Sighing, you opened it, letting the cool Autumn air lick your face and toss your hair about. This was the third time this weed you had been robbed of your sleep. The habbit was getting quite annoying, but at least i gave you an excuse to walk the beautiful grounds which surrounded your home. You were pulled from your trance, however, by the distant sound of voices. Of course you followed the sound to find that it was Arwen and Aragorn sharing an intimate moment whith eachother. 'Good,' you smiled. It had been too long since they had been together, in your opinion, and it made your happy to see your sister with him. Continuing on your trail, you let yourself once again become absorbed in your surroundings. the earth was so still and pristene. The elves, without a doubt, had beauty and tranquilit down to an art. You often found yourself lost in the daydreamy reality called landscape. But, to your dismay, your were once again pulled from your mantra by the sounds of talking. "My god," you sighed, "Shouldn't all of these people be asleep!" As you got closer, you recognized the voices to be those of Gandalf and your Step-Father.
"But what are we to do of the ring?" you heard Gandalf question.
'Ring? Could they be talking about-'
"I have sent a message to each of the nations to send represintatives to Rivendanle for the attendance of a 'secret meeting'. thes counsil will be held tomorrow morning and will concer the the disposal of this monstrosity. I have..."
You didn't need to hear any more. 'So the ring of power has been found.' You walked slowly back to the main house, deep in thought. You had the feeling that it had. Stange visions had entered your dreams, scenes from the last war and the becomings of the ring. However, you had descided not to tell anyone for fear of rumors spreading. 'Secret meeting huh... well i guess not being able to sleep has its pirks,' you thought, 'A room filled with the males of each race, enevitable racist and egotistical, arguing over the fate of the world... no way I am missing this!' you smiled as you entered your chamber, scheming the day ahead.