Chapter 1:

The sunlight peaked through the transparent green leaves of the large oak tree, the wind singing through its branches a song that felt magical during the warm afternoon. A beautiful elf sat underneath the tree, her ears picking up the enchanting sound of the waterfall's crashing into the rocks in the distance. She loved to spend her time outside, the sun kissing her soft olive skin, setting her dark curly hair in a warm amber glow. She lifted her bright green eyes, specked with gold up towards the sky, relishing the warmth on her skin and the music nature provided her daily.

A smile pulled at the corner of her pink lips as the steps of her beloved companion grew closer to her. As the large horse approached from behind her he nudged her shoulder, nibbling on her soft hair trying to get her attention.

"Feanaro, cease your pestering!" Anorial grinned brightly at the beautiful golden horse, causing him to snort in jest. He breathed out a sigh, causing the beautiful elf's hair to fly around her in a burning halo, her fringe landing in her eyes.

"Feanaro!" His eyes glistened with kindness as she finally stood up, brushing out her pale green dress, facing her silly horse with a pout on her lush lips. She gently stroked his honey neck, kissing his wet nose softly causing him to neigh in happiness. Feanaro loved Anorial with all his heart; he was her guardian, her companion. He had always been there for her for his very long life. Feanaro was a horse, given to Anorial as a gift from the Valar when she was born. She was destined for greatness; Feanaro was merely there to help her along the way.

"Lady Anorial" a dark haired elf popped through the trees, bowing down before her in respect. "Lord Elrond is awaiting you in the courtyard."

Anorial nodded her head curtly, "Thank you" she said regally, whispering to Feanaro that he was free to leave before she followed the servant back into the city.

She pleasantly gazed at the wonderful structures that the city of Rivendell was made up of, viewing each structure with new eyes, as if she hadn't been living there for the past 2,000 years. She enjoyed the beautiful whispers of the trees, and the waterfalls that surrounded the city, protecting it from the evil that dwelled outside the Elvin boundaries.

At last she arrived into the majestic courtyard, which was really like a stone paved garden. A fountain brilliantly spewed water up into the air, matching the rhythm of the songs from the birds up above. Lord Elrond was grandly sitting underneath a stone white gazebo, the top intricately woven almost imitating the woven silver circlet that usually lay upon her brow.

"You called for me my Lord?" Anorial curtsied for the great Lord of Rivendell, Lord of her home.

Lord Elrond seemed to ponder an idea for a bit, his blue eyes staring out at his majestic city, currently hosting a group of Hobbits. "Anorial, you know of our guests, do you not?"

Anorial nodded her head confidently; she was immediately at Arwen's side once she heard the river come to life and the eerie screech of the Wraiths being washed away. She knew that the great Wizard, Mithrandir or Gandalf as many people now called him had been staying in the city, as the one Hobbit called Frodo healed from an injury that could very easily caused death.

"Frodo Baggins has awakened; do you know what it is that he carries with him?"

"The One Ring." Anorial really wasn't supposed to know that it was in their presence, but she was a rather keen elf, one whose curiosity and observant nature allowed her to know the secrets of the forest and land around her even if it was not her secret to know. She also knew she could never lie to Lord Elrond, he had a knack for knowing when she fibbed or was dishonest, something she learned the hard way back when she was merely a child.

"Then you know that is cannot stay here in our city." He took a seat on a stone bench, gesturing to Anorial to join him. "There shall be a council meeting, to come to a decision on what to do with the ring. I request your presence at this meeting, to take your fathers place beside me in the Council of Rivendell."

Anorial was nearly speechless, she knew her father's position in the council was important, but she wouldn't except that he would allow his daughter to take his place.

"But Lord Elrond I-"

"Anorial, nin mell(my dear), it is what your father would have wanted, for you to take his place. He sacrificed his life in the battle to protect our kind, and his brave and loyal character has clearly been passed down to you. It would be my honor to have you there in your fathers place."

"I don't think I would be needed, what could my skill in diplomacy be used in a meeting with men, dwarves and elves from other woods?"

"You doubt yourself too much Anorial, you are fluent with your words, and you even persuaded your father and I to let you learn the way of the sword and bow. My brother is a stubborn man Anorial, your manner of diplomacy was the only way to make him crack."

Anorial grinned at that memory, reminiscing on the look her father had given her right before he allowed her to take lessons from her Uncle's guard. A smile warmed her beautiful features as she looked up at her kind and gentle Uncle, "I would be the one honored to take his place Uncle, le hannon (thank you)"

With that Lord Elrond went off to tend to business with the Gray Wizard and his arriving guests that would attend the council meeting. Anorial was left to muse over what she was just told. She would attend this council concerning the Ring; she would be there for the decision of its fate. Her stomach clenched with the thought as she twisted her own ring on her finger, the silver band with a golden stone that glittered like the sun high above her head. It was given to her by her mother, who had left to the undying lands already, knowing the evils that plagued middle earth and not wanted any part of it ever since her father passed on. It was hard for her to let her mother go, however it was much harder to lose her father forever, she was the closest to him than anyone else. Everyone knew that it his Anorial hard once the news came in that she no longer had her Ada (Father). What a horrible day that was, she nearly faded away if it wasn't for the love and care her father's brother, Lord Elrond and his beautiful daughter, Arwen gave to her. She was forever grateful.