It was during the meeting of The Ring at the home of Lord Elrond, Lord of Rivendell, the last Homely House, when elves, dwarves, men and wizards argued amongst themselves, powering the One Ring.
A young sapphire eyed elf was drinking a white, sparkling drink in long, slow slips. Her lips pressed together to hold that most delightful taste for as long as possible. The she-elf was leaning against a wide, tall marble pillar behind Lord Elrond's own chair! One leg down, while the other was bent to hold the arm that wasn't holding the sparkling glass.
'Will they be quiet! I'm trying to drown my pain a-! I see…the One Ring…The Cursed Ring!' And with that thought, the she-elf twisted her pale neck around the side of the pillar, seeing a circle filled with the princes and lords of all races. Elves, dwarves, men and a wizard. 'Men! Of course! Always arguing! Never talking or taking action! Seems like I arrived when I was need most once more…' she thought to herself before standing up and gracefully walking around the pillar and Elrond's chair and started to…speak?
"You fools! Men! Always arguing but never listening to each other! I am ashamed of each and every single one of you! Even you, my dear friends and family! Look at Master Baggins! Males! All the same..most of the time! Bah!" A black haired elf roared at everyone in the council chamber, gracefully (as if an elf is not graceful!) striding out behind a pillar with a glass of sparkling white liquid. Her sapphire eyes sparkling in righteous fury!
"Can you not see? We shouldn't be squabbling among ourselves! Do we not have a heart, have feelings…have a purpose? This is the reason why the enemy has grown so strong! Gah!" the black haired elf interrupts herself to take a long sip from her cup before continuing shaming the males in the room.
"Look at what all this fighting has done to the Ringbearer!" They all look to where her petite hand was pointing to. Pointing straight at Frodo Baggins, who was sitting, his hand covering his face, the picture of true pain. Then, before she had could continue her triad, Frodo stood up and proclaimed softly before raising his voice louder.
"I will take the ring! I will take the ring to Mordor! Though I do not know the way…" he trailed of, looking around at the people surrounding him.
The she-elf looked around her, seeing as the men weren't going to do anything anytime soon, she stepped forward and walked towards her friend, Frodo the Hobbit.
"Though I am a female and an elf, I offer you my bow and daggers. My wisdom and experience to help end this foul thing, once and for all! Many would argue against my involvement but Gandalf and a few others would agree for me to be involved in this…quest." She exclaimed while kneeling down before stepping behind the little hobbit.
A tall, blonde and blue-eyed elf rose, the very same elf that declared to everyone who Strider…Aragon really was. His voice was beautiful, pure, like a freshly made sword that was just polished could speak.
"And you have my bow! My sister is wise in a beings character, she never liked Saruman much and now we know why. Frodo, I, Legolas Greenleaf, will go with you." The blonde elf said to Frodo before walking behind him, standing next to his 'sister'.
Strider, no Aragon was the next to stand up. He walked over to Frodo and knelt in front of him. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword!" He declared before standing next to Legolas. Just before a russet coloured dwarf could stand, Gandalf moved, he had a heartbreaking look in his wizened eyes. Eyes that have seen far too much for one so kind.
"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." And with that said, he walked behind Frodo and stood next to the only female in the group side. Before Gandalf could reach her side, the russet haired dwarf stood and proclaimed loudly, so all could hear him in the circle. "If two elves are going, I shall go with them! And Master Baggins! You have my axe!" and he stood in front of Legolas, looking smug it seemed to her.
The auburn haired man from Gondor, the one with the dream, stood up. He looked around the circle and slowly walked forward. "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done!" He spoke passionately, before standing behind the dwarf, Gimili, if her she remembered correctly from when she heard it, and next to her brother.
Frodo was quite overwhelmed at how many people were coming with him, to Mordor and Mount Doom! But what made him even more overwhelmed was the three hobbits that came with him to Rivendell pop out of no-where! Sam, Merry and Pippin!
"Here! Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" A blonde haired hobbit shouted out, before appearing in front of everyone, shocking many, but not all. It was Samwise Gammee!
Elrond himself was shocked, but he recovered quickly, though he was slightly peeved that the hobbit came to his meeting without an invitation! "No, Indeed...it is hardly possible to separate you...even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." He said, before smiling, showing that he didn't mind. But no sooner had he finished, two more hobbits appeared from nowhere and started to speak. The one called Merry continued from where Sam finished. "Oi! We're coming too! You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" rushing to Frodo's left side, being joined by Pippin, opposite Sam.
Before anyone else could begin talking, the hobbit with the green jacket, Pippin, started to talk. "Anyway...you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing…"Pippin ended with.
"Well, that rules you out, Pip." Merry concluded from Pippins little speech.
Though none could see, a wound was healing inside a broken she-elf. Though it would take more than a few funny hobbits to cure the wound.
Elrond looked at the ten beings, ready to give up their lives to destroy the one thing that could kill Sauron!
"Ten companions…so be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond declared solemly, but it was ruined when Pippin opened his mouth.
"Great! Where are we going?" Only the blue-eyed she-elf had the courage to face palm her face. It helped that she could see Lord Elrond's face before she face-palmed.