I still can't get into my head that we'd won. We'd won the war of the one ring. I still can't believe I'd played a part in it. This is it. This is how I got into the Fellowship. From the beginning of my story.
My dad had stayed in Rivendell as a child- protected by Lord Elrond- my mother's father. My mother had been with my great grandmother, Lady Galadriel, so had never met my dad.
I get told that when they did finally meet, it was love at first sight; they'd fallen in love. But my mother's father had forbidden her to marry my dad before he was king. But they'd broken the rules.
They needed an heir in case my dad was killed in his ranger duties. So my mum had become pregnant with me. She moved back to Lothlórien though, so my grandfather wouldn't know.
Except he came to visit.
He'd wanted my mum to have an abortion. My mum had refused. She was too far into her pregnancy to have an abortion. So she'd given birth to me. My grandfather hadn't been too happy but when he saw me, apparently he'd been glad she'd had the child. I reminded him of his daughter.
My dad had taught me how to fight and defend myself as I grew up. Then my parents had realised I had magic. So my grandfather had taught me how to use it. That was when I was 7.
When the ring was brought to Rivendell, I was 14 years old. My dad had gone to the meeting and so had I. He'd joined the Fellowship. I begged him to let me go.
"Please, dad. I can help. I want to help."
"You might get hurt."
"I know how to fight. You've taught me. Please, dad. I'll feel safer with you than I will here. I have magic. Please?" I'd begged him for days. He'd finally agreed. So I was in the Fellowship.
I've always wondered though, he'd given his life to Frodo and had sworn to protect him. But he'd sworn to my mum that he'd protect me. So if we got into trouble, who would he protect first? Me or Frodo? I don't know. I don't think I ever will.