Authors comment: I plan to stick to the story line as much as possible, but I am sorry if I miss who says what, or something along those lines….
Unknown POV:
The scene before her was astonishing, she had been here hundreds of times, she had lived here for a good part of her younger life, but the magnificence before her still created an awestruck feeling. Rivendale was captivating; the fall of the cascading water highlighted the elfish city giving it an unearthly appeal. She kicked her heels gently against the black mare that she was riding to quicken her pace towards the elven city.
She was late, but she was always late so it wasn't surprising. The council over the ring was already in session and was well into its second day of deciding the fate of Middle Earth. The figure on the horse jumped off the horse as it arrived into Rivendale, she handed the reins to the elves waiting for her arrival. So Lord Elrond knew I was going to be late, the figure thought to herself with a smile gracing her lips, I'm getting predictable.
"My lady it is good to see you."
The silver clad figured turned towards its speaker, "Arwen, it is good to see you too. But I must say I am slightly dismayed by your formality, after all I have known you my whole life, and I consider you family. As I am sure you consider me, am I wrong to assume?"
"No, it's just been so long. Also from what I have heard from Mithrandir is that you have known completed your training. I believe that makes you higher in status than I," Arwen said.
"Higher? In status maybe, but statues is nothing. You shall always remain as the noble Evenstar of Rivendale, the beautiful daughter of Lord Elrond. I on the other hand am known by few, and my very beings sole purpose is to serve others and protect middle earth. I am no higher than the ground you walk on Arwen," the figure said with small amusement in her voice.
"Why must you belittle yourself, it is awfully tiring." Arwen said with laughter seeping into her voice.
The figure shrugged her slender shoulders, and then proceeded to hug the ellith. "Now, as much as I would love to talk the afternoon away, I am already late and I should not keep the council waiting for my arrival."
"I would not worry about, after all my father and Mithrandir are already used to your amazing talent of being late to everything."
"It's a talent what more can I say?" the figure said throught laughter, "Although, I should not let the rest of middle earth discover this wonderful talent of mine."
Arwen turned towards the girl and looked her seriously in the eye, "My dear friend, I am sorry to inform you that it is already to late. The council has already, if not soon, discover you have the punctuality of a dwarf going to meal with no alcohol."
The two figures stopped walking and began to laugh, "Arwen how dare you make such a remark! We both know as dwarf will still be more on time than I."
Legolas POV:
"The fate of middle Earth lies with the One ring," Lord Elrond said.
Legolas couldn't help but roll his eyes; it was bluntly obvious that the ring was the fate of middle earth. Legolas couldn't help but to watch the ring where it lay on the stone table. It was peculiar how something so small could be so dangerous, he could already feel the evil and the power emanating off of the object.
"One of you must take the ring, from whence it came."
Legolas' thoughts returned to Lord Elrond, he felt a slight amount of guilt for letting his mind wander. He looked around the council, it had grown silent. Then from the silence arose a voice, legolas turned towards the man that was speaking. Bormoir, son of the Steward of Gondar.
"It is a dream, a gift. It is something that can be used against Sauron, why should we destroy it?" Bormoir said as he stepped closer and closer to the ring. Legolos felt anger for the man build up inside of him, he opened his mouth to speak when he heard the darkest words. He felt his body grow weak, and his mind tremble in fear.
The council had grown dark, and an ominous silence laced its way into their surroundings. "Never before have the words of Sauron been spoken in Rivendale," Lord Elrond angrily said.
"Yet words such of those needed to be said," Legolas head turned in surprise, as did the rest of the council as they now saw a new figure. The figure was clad in a light sliver cloak that covered their body hiding every inch. The cloak would have done well in masking the figures gender if it wasn't for the figures small structure , the new arrival was obviously a female.
"My lady," Lord Elrond said.
"This is not a time of formalities Elrond, " Legolas watched enthralled in the sudden arrival of girl.
"Perhaps it is not, but that did not stop you from being late," Gandalf replied.
A small laugh escaped the girl's mouth, Legolas watched as she reached her hands up to her hood and took it off. He could help but suck in a breath from what he saw. Before him was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. She had long black hair that was tied up, her skin was pale as milk, she was small in stature, and aside from her silver cloak she wore a light green tunic with light gray leggings with black boots that almost went up to her knee. Her side held a large dagger and oddly a white stick that was about a foot and a half long.
Legolas couldn't help but be confused by the girl's presence. She must have been of great importance to attend the meeting, yet he had never heard of anything of her. Also he could not tell what race she was, she was not elven, and there was no trace of elf in her features. Yet he was sure she wasn't human.
"Mithrandir, I believe you and I are the same. We arrive precisely when we mean to. Now to more important matters," the girl turned towards the Bormoir, "Son of man, are you so foolish to believe that you hold the power to control this ring, are you so full of idiocy that you have the audacity to act as if you know more about the ring, than those who were there," She said signaling towards lord Elrond. "I am afraid that your pride has blinded you, and your fear leads you. You have much to offer, but you are holding yourself back. I suggest that next time you hold your tongue before you speak such false hoods, in fact I implore you to not speak at all if stupid is all that shall fall from your mouth."
Legolas couldn't help but smile at the female's boldness.
"I see your sharp tongue has not grown dull over the years," Gandlaf said.
"I do try to sharpen it daily, after all what's the use of having a sharp tongue if I do not use it." The girl said a smile appeared on her face again. Gandalf let out a small chuckle, and Legolas could have sworn her heard Elrond and of few other of the Rivendale elves laugh.
"Council men, I would like to introduce the finale member of this council, Lyra." Lord Elrond said. Legolas watched as some of the elder elves become silent. Legolas once again returned this vision to the girl, knowing one thing who ever she is, she is someone to not be taken lightly.
Authors Note: let me know what you think of the story and if I should continue it.