Hello lovelies! I present to you, the start of another fanfic! I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I do writing it. Please, review if you would like. That would make me happy :)

~:Elven Kat:~

The small group of travelers headed to Rivendell would have seemed very peculiar to any who laid eyes upon them. Two Dwarves and an Elf making their way to Imladris, home of Lord Elrond. An Elf in the company of Dwarves? Such a thing was unheard of, for the two races could not tolerate each other. Yet here the Elf, ever alert of their surroundings, walked willingly with the Dwarves. Clad in a long dark cloak, one could merely guess as to what the Elf looked like. The face lay hidden beneath the hood. The Elf grasped a bow, intricately carved with swirls of silver standing out against the dark wood. A quiver full of arrows, fletched with silver feathers, was strapped to the Elf's back. An attempt to figure out the Elf's gender by looking at it's hands would have been useless as it wore gloves. Specifically for that reason. The Elf wished to remain anonymous to everyone but the Dwarves. For now.

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"Welcome to Rivendell."

The two Dwarves paused for a moment, taking in their surroundings. Though they disliked the Elves, Rivendell was stunning. The elder Dwarf, Glóin of Erebor, shook himself as if to pull himself together. Gently, he clipped the ear of the younger Dwarf who was still gazing around himself in awe. He was Gimli, Glóin's son. The two Dwarves warily passed by the Elf who had greeted them and continued further into Rivendell. The Elf who accompanied the Dwarves followed behind them silently, earning a confused look from their greeter. Lord Elrond had called a secret council in Rivendell, concerning the One Ring. The Ring was made by Sauron and it held great power. Great yet evil. And now Lord Elrond needed to come to an agreement on how to go about handling it. The two Dwarves had been summoned to represent the folk who dwelt within the mountains.

They were seated in a circle around a small table made of rock. The cloaked Elf sat beside Gimli. To their left were men from Gondor. To their right, Elves of Mirkwood sat with rigid postures and blank expressions, every once in a while shooting a disdainful glance at the Elf who sat with the Dwarves. Beyond them sat Gandalf the Grey, a powerful Istari, and Frodo Baggins, a Hobbit from the Shire. From beneath the hood, the Elf swept it's eyes over the council members, naming the ones they knew. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, was the only one of his group who sat in a more comfortable position. He slouched slightly in his chair, resting his palms on his knees. Boromir of Gondor, son of Denethor who was presently the Stewart of Gondor, sat with his head resting on his hand. Aragorn, Ranger from the North, took his place next to Elrond. The Elf Lord raised his hands, motioning for them to be quiet.

"Strangers from distant lands. Friends of old," he addressed them. "You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall."

Looking around at the council, his eyes rested on the Hobbit.

"Frodo, bring forth the Ring."

The little Halfling stood and walked to the stone table. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out the small gold object and placed it on the tabletop for everyone to see.

"So it is true," Boromir said quietly.

"In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky go dark," he continued, more loudly, as he stood. "In the West, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying 'your doom is near at hand! Isildur's bane is found!'"

Slowly, he stretched out his hand towards the Ring as if in a trance. The cloaked Elf's hand strayed to the sword that was sheathed under the dark cloth.

"Boromir!" Lord Elrond cried out, snapping the man back into reality.

Gandalf stood angrily as the sky darkened and he began to utter words in the Black Speech.

"Ash nazg durbatulûk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatulûk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul!" (One Ring to rule them all, one Ring to find them, one Ring to bring them all and in the darkness bind them)

Lord Elrond had his head in his hands as the wizard sat back down again.

"Never before have those words been uttered here in Imladris," the Elf Lord said.

"I do not ask your pardon Master Elrond, for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West," Gandalf stated. "The Ring is evil."

"But it is a gift," Boromir interjected. "A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him!"

"You cannot wield it," Aragorn said suddenly. "None of us can."

Boromir sneered at the other Man.

"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" he asked coldly.

"This is no mere Ranger!" Legolas said, standing angrily. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

Boromir seemed to falter at this tidbit of news.

"Aragorn?" he asked, almost in disbelief. "This...is Isildur's heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor."

The entire council looked to the cloaked Elf who had said nothing until now. Standing, the Elf pulled off the gloves, revealing slender fingers which reached up to tug down the hood. To the amazement of the council, except for the Dwarves, Elrond, and Gandalf, the face that appeared was that of an elleth. Long blonde locks of hair curled around a beautiful face, the reddish lips curled upward in a half-smile. Her bright emerald eyes flashed dangerously in the sunlight. Her beauty was breathtaking. Even the Elves who had given her disgusted glances as she lay hidden in her cloak were taken aback. Boromir shook himself out if his momentary stupor.

"Who are you?" he asked.

"I am Calemireth," the elleth said.

The Prince of Mirkwood smiled. The name fit her perfectly. Green Jewel. Her eyes were definitely green jewels. They seemed to mesmerize each male here.

"And from where do you hail?" Boromir asked.

"Erebor," Calemireth answered.

"An Elf? Living with Dwarves?" Boromir laughed.

Calemireth's eyes narrowed, the dangerous glint returning. Gimli grasped the battle axe in his hands more tightly.

"Are you done with the interrogations, my lord?" she hissed. "We have more important things to speak of."

Boromir turned his gaze back to Aragorn.

"Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King," he stated, coldness in his voice.

"Aragorn is right. You cannot use it," Gandalf said.

"You only have one choice. The Ring must be destroyed," Lord Elrond told them.

Gimli stood and spoke.

"What are we waiting for?"

Hoisting his axe above his head, he brought it down on the Ring. But the gold band remained untouched as the metal of the axe shattered around it. Calemireth pulled the Dwarf back to his seat under the glaring eyes of Lord Elrond.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Glóin, by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom and only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. And one of you must do this."

"One does not simply walk into Mordor," Boromir said. "Its black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep and the great eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."

Calemireth dropped her head into her hands. This man from Gondor was trying her last nerve. She grimly shook her head as the council members got into a heated argument over the Ring. Such a small object that caused the inhabitants of Middle Earth so much grief.

"I will take it."

Calemireth's Elven ears picked up the small voice first. It was Frodo Baggins who spoke.

"I will take the Ring into Mordor," he said again as the council quieted. "But I do not know the way."

Gandalf held the Halfling's hand, clasping his fingers over it.

"I will help you bear this burden as long as it is yours to bear."

Aragorn knelt before Frodo, offering him his sword.

"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."

"And my bow," Legolas added.

"And my axe!" Gimli bellowed.

"If this is the wish of the council, then Gondor will see it done," Boromir said.

A small figure came rushing out of the nearby bushes. It was another Hobbit, though this one was slightly more round.

"Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me!" the Hobbit demanded.

"No indeed it is hardly able to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not!" Lord Elrond said.

More shouts were heard and two other Hobbits ran to join them.

"Wait! We're coming too! You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" protested one of them.

"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest...thing," the other Hobbit stated proudly.

"Well that rules you out, Pip," the first one said.

"Nine companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Lord Elrond declared.

"Great. Where are we going?"

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Calemireth was summoned to Lord Elrond's chambers shortly after the council. As she entered, the Elf Lord was pouring over some old books. He looked up as she approached.

"You asked to see me, my lord?" she asked.

"Yes," he said, urging her to sit on one of the chairs placed before him. "I would like to know why you hail from Erebor for that is the realm of Dwarves."

"Indeed it is, my lord. Glóin found me, lost in the wilderness, with no memory of who I was and where I was headed. I spoke only in our Elven tongue as knowledge of the Common Speech eluded me at the time. The Dwarves took me in, Glóin even going as far as to adopt me and giving me the name I have now."

Elrond was quite surprised at this. Dwarves and Elves did not fare well together. Glóin disliked them most of all, as King Thranduil of Mirkwood had him imprisoned for a time. The notion of him adopting an elleth was most concerning.

"My child, I have the gift of foresight. As you spoke today, I saw you had a purpose in the Fellowship. I only ask that you join them," he told her.

"May I ask what my purpose is, my lord?" she asked, confused.

The Elf Lord shook his head.

"It is not my place to tell you for you must find your own path. Only in time will answers be revealed to you."

"And Gandalf? He knows of this?"

"Yes, my child. He has foreseen it as well."

Calemireth fell silent for a moment, weighing her options. Finally, she spoke with her decision.

"I will go. I am afraid my curiosity has gotten the better of me."

Elrond smiled.

"I shall inform Gandalf of your decision," he said.

Calemireth bowed her head before taking her leave. She groaned inwardly as she saw who stood before her.

Boromir.