Hello everyone and welcome to Bonds and Enemies. I'm currently working on rewriting this story, though it is mostly the same. Some things just didn't add up or weren't very well written. For those who are new to this story I welcome you and hope that you enjoy it. *Bows* read and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own anything involving The Lord of the Rings. I DO own Vada and Lorarwin as my own characters.

"This is Elvish."

Fellowship of Eleven

"Vada (pronounced Vay-Dah) it's good that you could make it." Gandalf the Grey, an elderly man with grey hair and a beard dressed in grey robes stood within the gates leading into the Elvin city of Rivendell. He, unlike most elderly, stood tall and proud with a wooden staff in his hands. A small smile graced his face at the young woman before him.

Vada was a mortal witch with a close tie to the wizard. Most believed her to be his granddaughter until they were told right. Sliding off of her white and black Appaloosa mare, Vada took off her brown cloak. She wore a dark red, Rohan style dress. It was torn in a few places with mud along the waistline down. Her mid calf boots were almost as worn as her dress. Medium length curly brown hair with natural light red strands was placed in a ribbon at the nape of her neck. Green eyes seemed to glow in the rising sunlight. Standing at 5'5", slightly tanned skin; the 25 year old woman gave Gandalf a hug.

"Where in the world have you been?" Vada pulled away from him to look closely at his eyes, "Gandalf?"

"I was in Isengard; Saruman has turned." Vada's brow wrinkled. She had met Saruman once before and he was kind and caring. Not someone to change sides. 'Though if Gandalf says he's turned then he has.' Vada thought, trusting her long time traveling companion. Vada nodded, walking off. Gold sparkled in the sun as two; gold snake bangles encircled Vada's biceps. A gold solid formed headband rested on her hair and a grey ribbon wound once around her neck. "I see that Théoden King has treated your birthday well once more," Gandalf said as he spotted the gifts.

"No, Théoden only gave me the ribbon. Eowyn and Eomer gave the jewels. Theodred the headband before he left. Théoden hasn't really been well for a few days now, we cannot tell what it is though."

"What of your staff? I see you don't have that, or your dagger with you."

"Oh I have my staff," a small shiver of light surrounded her left hand and waist, revealing her two weapons, "dagger too." Gandalf chuckle, Vada's magic had grown stronger in the short time he was away. Where once she could only turn a rock into a different color, she could now match the color to the area so as to hide objects. "I still can't do more than an item or two, but once in a while I am able to turn myself."

"That is very good Vada. Now follow me to the meeting area. There are others waiting on us."

Lorarwin pulled a deep green cloak over her head as she closed the door to her room. Her face now covered in shadows she wandered aimlessly around the main Rivendell building, 'too much noise with this meeting taking place here.' Taking a turn around the corner she passed by Arwen's door. She was in her room, angry at her father Elrond, for not allowing her the chance of being a part of the secret council. Lorarwin shrugged her shoulders. She saw no point in trying to comfort her long time friend when the problem would solve itself... it always did and always would.

Lorarwin continued down the many hallways, her knee high brown boots making little noise. Taking a right turn Lorarwin found herself standing before 9 people. 'Well, 61/2 people if you go by height.' As wells as the few remaining people who were leaving.

"Lorarwin, child what are you doing here?" Elrond turned to face the person who had interrupted the ending of the council. Giving a slight bow of apology Lorarwin turned to leave, saying nothing. Elrond had turned his back on her after her bow and did not see Lorarwin stop dead in her tracks, staring at the ring of power still on the podium. "Forgive her, she doesn't talk much around strangers."

A Hobbit felt a pull inside his mind and leaned over to look at the strange girl now standing still. "You shouldn't touch that." He spoke; trying to stop what he thought was coming. His voice caught Elrond's attention who now turned to face Lorarwin along with the others upon the balcony.

"Lorarwin look at me child." Elrond commanded as he felt a rush of evil pull at everyone's hearts. The child, at least to everyone's knowledge, turned her head to the Lord before her, her face still in her cloak's shadow. A Dwarf walked past on his way to leave and pulled the edge of her cloak, laughing with his fellow dwarfs about getting one over on an Elf. The cloak slid to the ground carelessly, standing there Lorarwin flinched as she was stared at. Her waist length bright red hair was straight and perfect, light silver-grey eyes clouded in fear. Standing at 5'7" she looked delicate, but something about her screamed deadly. Pale skin grew paler as the wind blew to reveal her pointed Elvin ears.

The members of the Fellowship stared at the wonder before them. Dressed in the clothes of a Ranger this woman was not what they expected. A black shirt covered her skin until the V-neck. Brown leggings looked as though they were not made for her were kept in place with a belt. Around her neck a silver chain could be seen but not what was connected to it. What the Fellowship stared at though was the writing that appeared on her forehead. The same writing that could at times be seen on the ring. "It seems as though the Fellowship just grew another member." Gandalf and Elrond looked at each other.

Elrond nodded, "come here my child I must speak with you." Lorarwin stepped forward and listened as Elrond spoke in her ear. For a millisecond her eyes widened. The Fellowship watched with confused looks as the writing on Lorarwin faded into nothing. With a nod and a bow Lorarwin stepped over to stand next to the Fellowship. The form of Vada appeared out of nowhere and blocked her from standing next to Gandalf.

"You!" Vada growled and pointed her plain, straight brown staff at Lorarwin. Chaos seemed to ensue in those few short seconds. The young woman sent a ball of flames towards the She-Elf, who in turn ducked to avoid ball of fire nearly hit Elrond in the face at the same time that Gandalf bound Vada in a chain of magic. Lorarwin was pushed into one of the humans causing them to fall and all the while the same Hobbit from early just stared at the scene. "Let me out Gandalf so I may kill her!" Vada whispered, trying to break the magic on her. She knew this routine though, Gandalf was much too powerful for her to ever break his spells.

Lorarwin stared down at the man she'd landed on. He was much taller than her and was well filled in his shoulders. He too was dressed in the regular Ranger garb. His shoulder length black hair was messy and the scruff on his face fit him well. Green eyes stared at her confused. "Are those my old clothes?" Standing quickly Lorarwin held out a hand for him to help himself up with. He did so and leaned down, pick up her cloak and handed it to her. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn."

Lorarwin opened her mouth to reply, but one of the Hobbits got in a remark first. "I'm Pippin of the Shire and this is my cousin Merry." Lorarwin looked the two over and agreed that they most definitely were family. Their long faces and hazel eyes were just too similar. One had curly blond-red hair, more on the blond side, while the other had shaggy blond-red hair with more red to it. Next to introduce himself was Samwise Gamgee; Sam; he was the tallest Hobbit with brown eyes, a bit of meat on his bones and curly sandy-blond hair. After that was the Dwarf Gimli, son of Gloin. Gandalf felt no need to introduce himself since he knew of her and she more than likely had heard about him from Elrond. Gandalf took his staff and poked Vada.

Vada huffed, "Vada, the witch of Rohan as well as a shield Maiden; though we've already met."

"Boromir, son of Denethor the second, of Gondor," Boromir raised Lorarwin's hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles. "A pleasure to meet you Milady," Aragorn coughed and Lorarwin thought she had caught a glimpse of a laugh in his eyes.

The Elf was last as he bowed to her, "Legolas of Mirkwood." Lorarwin took a step back with a frown. A shiver had gone up her spine when he had come closer to introduce himself. 'I don't like him.' Lorarwin's eyes narrowed at the Elf prince before her.

Looking at the group Lorarwin smiled. "I am Lorarwin of Rivendell." The blank looks on a everyone's' but Gandalf, Aragorn and Legolas's faces spoke for themselves. "I am sorry; I forgot that not all speak in the Elven tongue. It has been nearly a hundred years since last I've spoken in the common language. I am Lorarwin of Rivendell, daughter of Elrond, sister to his sons and daughter." Now Lorarwin was sure that she saw the emotion flash in Aragorn's eyes on her last word. 'Mayhap he knows her?'

Elrond stepped forward, standing next to Lorarwin. "Now, with these 11 members of the Fellowship of the Ring, you leave tomorrow. Get yourself in order for you bear a heavy task. Aragorn, Gandalf might I speak with you?" The two men followed the Elven Lord or of the area and down the hall a few steps. "Protect Frodo and the ring but I must ask of you to now protect Lorarwin as well. She had crafted a bond with Frodo and the ring."

"I thought she might." Gandalf leaned on his staff as Aragorn looked between the two great men before him. "It is because of the wound isn't it?"

'Wound?' Aragorn spoke at last, "Gandalf what is going on?"

Sighing Gandalf looked the heir of the Gondor throne. "There is something you must know about little Lorarwin. She was wounded by the Witch-King himself when she was, but a child. When she was found the wound was healed without help of any kind and she somehow did not become a wraith. The ring found this bond in Frodo and Lorarwin and used it. The ring is using this bond and transferred some of its power into Lorarwin."

Vada sent a glare towards Lorarwin saying 'What are you doing here?' Her magic prison having disappeared when Gandalf left. 'She only stayed in her room last time I was here the…'

"I was wandering around as there was no one to talk to today," having answered the question that Sam put to her about walking into the council. Lorarwin looked up from the Hobbits, to stare at the girl who had once ruined her friendship with one of the guards. "What might your problem with me be? You have despised me ever since our first and last meeting."

Vada didn't reply seeing as she felt that she owed this She-Elf nothing, let alone an answer she should already know. The knuckles of her hand were turning white as she gripped the wood firmly in her hand. Frodo looked over at Lorarwin and smiled. His black hair trying to cover his gorgeous bright blue eyes, but falling too short to do so. "I don't think I got to say hello in my shock. I am…"

"Frodo Baggins," Lorarwin smiled back. "I knew who you were since before you got here. It is a pleasure to meet Bilbo's nephew."

"You know my uncle?" Frodo's eye lit up.

"Yes I know your uncle." Lorarwin stood from her spot on the ground and took a seat next to Gimli smiling at him. Gimli frowned and looked away. Looking back to the Hobbits she saw that they all were sitting on the ground as though she were about to tell a great story. "I've known Bilbo since he first came to Rivendell with Gandalf. You know, my first impression of him was that he was an over active little child. Of course, I hadn't know about Hobbits then and he proved me wrong. Though he still never seemed to want to sit down, he always wanted out so he could go adventuring."

"That sounds like Bilbo alright," Pippin spoke up. Merry nodded his head enthusiastically and both Sam and Frodo gave slight nods.

"You see, he spent his time looking over the sword he found on his travel before ever reaching Rivendell, it was a gorgeous Elven blade that he named Sting. I never got to see it in battle but, I believe that there was something about it that helped him on his quests."

"I remember that time. I wasn't much younger than I am now when my father arrested some Dwarves, and Bilbo while they were in Mirkwood." Legolas smiled down at Lorarwin as he took the seat to her right. Lorarwin flashed a glare at the Elf before standing, donning her cloak and walking away into the familiar building.

"Milady, is something wrong?" Aragorn asked as she passed by him.

Lorarwin shook her head. "Nothing, though please keep that Elf away from me during our travels." Lorarwin nodded slightly in parting and walked off, pulling her hood back over her head as she left.

Aragorn continued back to the rest of the Fellowship and raised an eyebrow, "What happened?"

"Nothing of importance, but thankfully Legolas made that She-Elf flee." Vada grinned as she twirled her staff around on her fingers. "So who gets to explain the quest to… what's her name again?"

"It's Lorarwin and I will do it." Aragorn looked to Legolas, "what did you say to her my friend?"

"Nothing that would cause her to leave. She even ignored me earlier when I introduced myself." Legolas made to defend himself.

"May I go with you Aragorn?" Frodo stood and walked over to the Ranger. "I believe I can explain about the Ring's power better than any other and I wish to make sure she is alright."

"I will go as well," offered Boromir. He stood from the seat that he had sat in during the council.

"We'll go too!" Pippin, Merry and Sam offered.

"Let Aragorn, Frodo and myself handle this young Hobbits." Gandalf came in from the talking with Elrond. "All of you are to rest and gather your things. You are included in that Boromir." Gandalf turned and walked back out. Just when he was about to leave he called over his shoulder, "Vada you are to be civil to Lady Lorarwin from now on, or at least hold your insufferable tongue."