Just a warning before you read further. This story, as I say below and in my summary is loosely based on the Lord of the Rings movies, not the books. I have gotten reviews up until this point offering me information I was already aware of, so I figured I would update this to prevent any further comments. Elenion, ending in -ion, is the masculine form of a Sindarin word. I chose to name my female lead with this name, rather than name her "Eleniel", which would be the feminine version, simply because I felt it suited her better. She is a strong female lead and a great warrior in her times, and a strong name was needed. I understand the sacrifice I have made in doing this, and I hope that my readers will try and understand me as well. This is not Tolkien's master work, this is a version of my own, which is what I believe whole-heartedly that fan-fiction should be. You take someone else's story, one you are a fan of, and you add your own twists and turns to make it your own original idea within THE original idea. I have had a barrage of criticism for this decision, and I have to this point stood by my decision to keep my story as it is. Her name will not be changed to the feminine version, because the character would no longer be who she is if I were to do that. In converting this story to my own version of it, I had to make sacrifices and change some things. Elenion's mother was an elven-fairy and her father is a wizard. I know that in Tolkien's world, this would not happen and would not make sense, but this isn't Tolkien writing, it is I and yes, changes had to be made so that my character fit. I even make changes to some of the alterations that were already made in the films. I have read the books, seen the movies. I have enjoyed Tolkien since a very young age, and I mean him no disrespect in doing this. I'm sure that if he were still alive, he would probably be forgiving for the sake of a fan and their imaginative output. I could change what I have written but I won't because it would no longer be the story that I have grown to love, it would be someone else's. It is a story I have written for fun, so let's just try to enjoy it, and I apologize if you do not.

The story of Elenion is based on the Lord of the Rings movies, directed by Peter Jackson. The characters, with the exception of Elenion, belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Elenion is a character all my own. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 1: Dreams in Rivendell

She found herself dreaming of him again. He who she had not truly met. They were meeting amongst the trees yet again…..under the flickering night stars as they had always seemed to do in previous dreams. The reflection of the stars on his golden hair and the radiant blue of his eyes would be perpetually etched in her mind's eye.

"What is your name?" she asked him, hoping this time, unlike the others, that she would receive an answer. He merely smiled at her, yet she couldn't find it inside herself to feel aggravated with him. He then began to speak the words to her that he had always done after keeping his name to himself…

"Be patient, melamin….you'll find out in time." Same answer. Always. Yet her heart did not have room for frustration with him. He continued to speak…

"Your presence comforts me…" he stated, and even in dream state, this confused her.

"I see your soul in your eyes," he continued, "and the stars above pale in comparison to it."

She found herself blushing lightly, a feeling that was most uncommon for her. She turned her eyes from his for only a second, half convinced that he might disappear from her sight forever. She turned back to him, convinced to find out his name, but his finger rested over her lips, quieting her before she could even speak the words.

"You must wake up, melamin," he whispered, his face becoming more blurry with each passing breath. She wanted to protest. She felt the need to cling to him, hold on tight, never let go. Her breathing grew faster as he disappeared…..the quiet night that had surrounded her soon started to brighten, and the sound of birds rang out in her ears. Someone was calling out to her. A familiar voice. She began to stir, fading away into the real world.

"Elenion! You must wake up! We are needed elsewhere…" the voice said. Elenion's eyes snapped open, not giving the slightest impression of sleep. One eye a deep blue crystal with amber flecks, the other, a rich green hue. Just looking into these eyes would spark confusion to even the wisest person…for in them seemed to rest a secret. To look in Elenion's eyes when she talked to you made you feel as though you weren't talking to just her. They were haunted by some past, some future even she failed to understand.

"Arwen?" she asked, looking around, but seeing no sign of her friend anywhere.

"We must leave Rivendell. At once. He needs us…" Arwen said urgently from down the corridor. Elenion rose to her feet and walked around the corner, where she found Arwen walking back towards her.

"What do you mean, 'he needs us' ?", Elenion asked. Arwen walked past her briskly.

"I've gathered your things. We must set out today." Arwen said, determined in her cause. So much so that she had worked herself up into a panic. Elenion watched her calmly, full of curiosity at the emotion. It was not her own nature to panic in any situation. In her mind, she wondered if she had ever known panic. Arwen soon interrupted her thoughts.

"It is Aragorn of whom I speak. I could use your help, Elenion. Please do this for me."

She let her voice trail off, waiting for a response. Elenion glanced around, her mind scattered in thoughts. She looked up to Arwen.

"If we're going, we should set out then, don't you think?" Arwen couldn't have looked happier to hear those words, but the shine in her eyes soon disappeared.

"The Nine have been sent, Elenion. It is they who track him." Arwen said, fear tracing her words as they flowed from her mouth. Elenion sighed a heavy sigh.

"The Nine? So THAT'S why he wanted me here." Elenion walked off quickly, talking to herself as she went. Her father often found cunning ways to drag her into things.

"I was brought back here, after being out of sight and mind…..so long was I by myself, yet here I am, back where I last expected to be, back with who I last expected to be around….my time was not done……I'm still lost, but here I am, found and needed by someone……here I am……but what am I?"….her voice trailed back to Arwen, yet Arwen knew not what to say.

"I don't know if I hold that answer for you, Elenion. Only your father can answer that…" Arwen said shamefully, wishing she could comfort her friend. Elenion looked up at her.

"He's tried…." she said softly, looking away with a sigh. "Nobody knows any answers yet…..that's why I was away….I was trying to solve it myself." Arwen smiled at her.

"Maybe your past can't determine your future. Maybe it's set for you to decide…" Arwen suggested. Elenion smiled at her.

"Look at you. So full of hope and love for everything. I envy that. Maybe if I had something to look forward to like you do…your future with Aragorn….maybe what I am would be more clear." Arwen shook her head in protest.

"You are so unique in yourself, Elenion. You need nobody to make you anything, nobody to complete you." Elenion sighed at the remark.

"But I am incomplete…I know nothing of what I am, nothing of my future…….how many long years of confusion will I have to endure before I find some peace of mind?" Elenion questioned her friend. Arwen smiled at her.

"My dearest friend, you worry too much about things that have not yet come…..but they will. Your purpose will be a great one…that I know." Arwen stated matter of factly. Elenion looked at her questioningly.

"What is it that you know of that you are not telling me?" she asked, full of curiosity, spark returning to her eyes. Arwen continued to walk down the corridor and towards their horses.

"Something that I am not in position to tell. But I do promise you one thing….you'll be told of things as soon as we get back." Elenion smirked at her. Arwen smiled back.

"The task at hand is far more urgent, I'm afraid. Gandalf was wise in getting you here, but something has gone wrong with Aragorn's task. He accompanies four hobbits, one of which is named Frodo….." Arwen was interrupted by Elenion.

"Frodo Baggins of the Shire. My father knows the Bagginses well." Elenion stated, lighting up at the memories in her head. Arwen continued.

"Gandalf was supposed to meet with Frodo, but he did not show. That's where Arag-"

"DID NOT SHOW?", Elenion asked suddenly. "What is going on here? That's not like him," she paused for a second. "How are you aware of all of this? What has become of him!"

"I again have no answers for you. My father told me of Aragorn, and although he wishes me not to do this, I must go find him, and help as much as I can. With Gandalf's involvement, I figured you would feel the same." Elenion nodded in agreement.

"Maybe the others will know more, or maybe he has met with them since…..yet I do not sense it so. We must get going. Now. For him to not show means urgency is needed. I would rather die than let the Nine reach Aragorn and those hobbits." Elenion said, growing more serious by the moment.

They mounted their horses and looked back on the beauty of Rivendell once before setting out. Elenion's drifting mind wandered back to her dream for a second. She had wanted to get lost in that world just a little bit longer, and now she was set out to rescue Arwen's love and his tiny hobbit companions. What else did her father have in store for her, she wondered. Yet there was a bigger task at hand, and with that very thought on both elven minds, they departed from Rivendell and started the journey towards Weathertop.