Ch. 1
The ceiling of my room spun around and around. I was still suffering from more than just my wounds. Though the Rivendell healers had done all they could, and Elrond stayed by my side, it was all up to me now. I reviewed the events, painful to handle, each one of them, especially the happy times. For I would never see them again...
I first strode into Rivendell valiantly on my horse, and as I stepped onto the ground. I truly felt at home. Elrond had been like a second father to me, and even now he welcomed me with a warm smile on his face.
"Rosalia Irenez! Long have the seasons been since I have looked upon your face, my child!" Elrond said as we embraced.
"Elrond! I have missed you too, my friend. Tell me why I am here! Besides to see you of course." I chuckled with my old companion. I was but a young elf, and Elrond one of the ancient, and despite the difference in age, we had always tried to spend time together. I had come on his request, though I knew not why. It was said by the messenger that he did not know, Elrond had not told him, for there were spies everywhere, and the message could be intercepted. Elrond smiled, and led me into his wonderful palace.
Rivendell had always amazed me, though it now held a hostile air about it. We walked out on to a balcony with a lovely view of Rivendell. The whole city bloomed.
"I have asked you here to embark upon a mission, Rosalia," He said, as he leaned on the balcony rail. "You are aware that the One Ring has been found," he said, knowing I had not been aware. My mouth went dry.
"Surely this cannot be The One Ring, the Ring of Power?" I did not want this to be true. He nodded slowly as I let this sink in. The One Ring. The Ring forged by the dark lord Sauron, who had almost destroyed Middle Earth long ago. The finding of the Ring meant that, that he...
"And of course, you know that this means Sauron is still alive." I leaned against the railing for support. I was shocked. No, this could not be! The hands of Isildur had destroyed Sauron long ago, and if he were still alive, this would mean great war, and slaughter...
"We have here the Ring, and it's thus far bearer, Frodo Baggins. He has had a long and tiring journey from his Shire, and has held out tremendously against the Ring's Power-"
"The Ring is here?!" I cried. Why was it here? Elrond knew all too well that wherever the Ring would go, it would leave a path of destruction in its wake. For the Ring wanted to return to the hand of its master...
"Yes, and that is why you are here," my stomach lurched when he said that. 'Please don't say it, don't say what I fear you will,' I pleaded silently in my mind.
"We ask that you accompany the Ring to be destroyed." I nearly fainted there. That meant that we would have to travel into Mordor. Imagine your worst nightmare, times ten, and Mordor is a hundred times worse. None could survive with its poisonous air, poisonous land, and poisonous water. But the never resting evil that lurks in every shadow is what I was a bit more concerned about.
"Elrond, this is madness! You know how impossible this is! You cannot ask me to do this, friend..." I pleaded with him. He just gazed out at Rivendell. I could see the love for it in his eyes.
"I am well aware of these facts, my child. I know the hardships. But I tell you standing here now as a sensible elf like your self that it can be done. I would not ask this of you if I did not know it could." This seemed to settle the matter. I was still scared, but Elrond knew all too well that I would never back down from such a challenge.
"Elrond, I cannot accept defeat, and would that I could just walk away from these things and not be ashamed. The journey I shall take, and Frodo has my bow as an oath." Elrond smiled and chuckled at me.
"Young Rosalia, you have indeed grown. You are a brave young elf, though I hope your bravery and inability to back down will not end up killing you and others." He led me onto another large balcony, where a very serious meeting was taking place. All looked up at Elrond and I as soon as the door was shut. I took my seat between a dwarf and another elf. I was aware of who the dwarf was, it was Gimli, son of Gloin. I knew not what the other elf's name was.
"This is the Rosalia Irenez, and she represents her people from the north on this journey. She has just arrived, so we must fill her in on what we have been talking about." He turned around to glare at the others, who obviously seemed a bit flustered that a female elf was going on this journey with them. Of course, these big, tough men (that was a sarcastic remark, mind you) would never accept me into their little group probably... but I would not mind. I had never really been in need of friends.
The elf beside me stood up, and spoke.
"Here, we have been discussing the details of the Ring's journey. Frodo has already offered to remain the ring-bearer, and we know that it must be destroyed in the fire of Mount Doom, from whence it came forth. We are the eight other companions to accompany the Ring, and we are the Fellowship of the Ring all together." He then sat down again, and I let my mind digest these things he had said. The fellowship of the Ring, yes that would be a worthy title for a journey of such importance...
"This is the dwarf Gimli, son of Gloin," I heard Elrond say, and I snapped back into reality. Gimli stood briefly, nodded, and sat back down. The same thing occurred throughout them all, Gimli, Legolas (the elf who had previously spoken), Aragorn the human man, Merry Pippin and Sam, who were all hobbits and friends and servants of Frodo. There was Gandalf, whom I already knew, and then there was Frodo. He looked weary, as though he were carrying a great weight on his chest, which, I reminded myself, he was. The Ring itself is small, but it can feel like a mountain upon one's soul. I found this out later, much to my regret. So thus we became, The Fellowship of the Ring.
The ceiling of my room spun around and around. I was still suffering from more than just my wounds. Though the Rivendell healers had done all they could, and Elrond stayed by my side, it was all up to me now. I reviewed the events, painful to handle, each one of them, especially the happy times. For I would never see them again...
I first strode into Rivendell valiantly on my horse, and as I stepped onto the ground. I truly felt at home. Elrond had been like a second father to me, and even now he welcomed me with a warm smile on his face.
"Rosalia Irenez! Long have the seasons been since I have looked upon your face, my child!" Elrond said as we embraced.
"Elrond! I have missed you too, my friend. Tell me why I am here! Besides to see you of course." I chuckled with my old companion. I was but a young elf, and Elrond one of the ancient, and despite the difference in age, we had always tried to spend time together. I had come on his request, though I knew not why. It was said by the messenger that he did not know, Elrond had not told him, for there were spies everywhere, and the message could be intercepted. Elrond smiled, and led me into his wonderful palace.
Rivendell had always amazed me, though it now held a hostile air about it. We walked out on to a balcony with a lovely view of Rivendell. The whole city bloomed.
"I have asked you here to embark upon a mission, Rosalia," He said, as he leaned on the balcony rail. "You are aware that the One Ring has been found," he said, knowing I had not been aware. My mouth went dry.
"Surely this cannot be The One Ring, the Ring of Power?" I did not want this to be true. He nodded slowly as I let this sink in. The One Ring. The Ring forged by the dark lord Sauron, who had almost destroyed Middle Earth long ago. The finding of the Ring meant that, that he...
"And of course, you know that this means Sauron is still alive." I leaned against the railing for support. I was shocked. No, this could not be! The hands of Isildur had destroyed Sauron long ago, and if he were still alive, this would mean great war, and slaughter...
"We have here the Ring, and it's thus far bearer, Frodo Baggins. He has had a long and tiring journey from his Shire, and has held out tremendously against the Ring's Power-"
"The Ring is here?!" I cried. Why was it here? Elrond knew all too well that wherever the Ring would go, it would leave a path of destruction in its wake. For the Ring wanted to return to the hand of its master...
"Yes, and that is why you are here," my stomach lurched when he said that. 'Please don't say it, don't say what I fear you will,' I pleaded silently in my mind.
"We ask that you accompany the Ring to be destroyed." I nearly fainted there. That meant that we would have to travel into Mordor. Imagine your worst nightmare, times ten, and Mordor is a hundred times worse. None could survive with its poisonous air, poisonous land, and poisonous water. But the never resting evil that lurks in every shadow is what I was a bit more concerned about.
"Elrond, this is madness! You know how impossible this is! You cannot ask me to do this, friend..." I pleaded with him. He just gazed out at Rivendell. I could see the love for it in his eyes.
"I am well aware of these facts, my child. I know the hardships. But I tell you standing here now as a sensible elf like your self that it can be done. I would not ask this of you if I did not know it could." This seemed to settle the matter. I was still scared, but Elrond knew all too well that I would never back down from such a challenge.
"Elrond, I cannot accept defeat, and would that I could just walk away from these things and not be ashamed. The journey I shall take, and Frodo has my bow as an oath." Elrond smiled and chuckled at me.
"Young Rosalia, you have indeed grown. You are a brave young elf, though I hope your bravery and inability to back down will not end up killing you and others." He led me onto another large balcony, where a very serious meeting was taking place. All looked up at Elrond and I as soon as the door was shut. I took my seat between a dwarf and another elf. I was aware of who the dwarf was, it was Gimli, son of Gloin. I knew not what the other elf's name was.
"This is the Rosalia Irenez, and she represents her people from the north on this journey. She has just arrived, so we must fill her in on what we have been talking about." He turned around to glare at the others, who obviously seemed a bit flustered that a female elf was going on this journey with them. Of course, these big, tough men (that was a sarcastic remark, mind you) would never accept me into their little group probably... but I would not mind. I had never really been in need of friends.
The elf beside me stood up, and spoke.
"Here, we have been discussing the details of the Ring's journey. Frodo has already offered to remain the ring-bearer, and we know that it must be destroyed in the fire of Mount Doom, from whence it came forth. We are the eight other companions to accompany the Ring, and we are the Fellowship of the Ring all together." He then sat down again, and I let my mind digest these things he had said. The fellowship of the Ring, yes that would be a worthy title for a journey of such importance...
"This is the dwarf Gimli, son of Gloin," I heard Elrond say, and I snapped back into reality. Gimli stood briefly, nodded, and sat back down. The same thing occurred throughout them all, Gimli, Legolas (the elf who had previously spoken), Aragorn the human man, Merry Pippin and Sam, who were all hobbits and friends and servants of Frodo. There was Gandalf, whom I already knew, and then there was Frodo. He looked weary, as though he were carrying a great weight on his chest, which, I reminded myself, he was. The Ring itself is small, but it can feel like a mountain upon one's soul. I found this out later, much to my regret. So thus we became, The Fellowship of the Ring.