(NOTE: These go mainly by the movies by Peter Jackson since I'm still reading the books.)
The Council of Elrond.
The morning was sunny and bright in Rivendell, and a soft wind blew through the trees. The golden and orange trees glistened brightly and danced with the wind. The group of people summoned began to arrive. Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood and the Lady Andowen of Lothlòrien arrived first. Legolas' stormy blue eyes looked around. Andowen did the same, her teal eyes glistening with a smile played on her pink lips. Legolas swiftly jumped off his horse and held out a hand to Andowen as she got off hers. They began walking toward the Homely House of Elrond. A small group of elves followed them. When Legolas and Andowen entered the meeting hall, they were warmly greeted by Elrond and The Grey Pilgrim, Gandalf. They took their seats as the others entered; a small hobbit named Frodo with dark hair who sat next to Gandalf, a man from Gondor named Boromir who had a proud look, a dwarf named Gimli who had a rust colored beard and Legolas and Andowen's friend, Aragorn. (Who was known to the hobbits at the time as Strider.)
Elrond then started the meeting, standing with his hands out-stretched to his guests. "Welcome lords and ladies, friends of old. You have been today summoned to answer the threat of Mordor." He ended with a serious tone. Everyone was quiet, their gazes going from one to another. "A Ring has been found, a most extraordinary ring. Frodo, bring it forth." Everyone looked to the little hobbit that now hesitantly stood with a cautious look on his face. He slowly walked to a pedestal in the middle of the room and set the ring onto it. Frodo walked back to his seat and slumped down on it, closing his eyes. Everyone's gaze turned to the small golden ring on the pedestal. Their eyes filled with wonder and temptation at the small object. Elrond spoke, breaking everyone's gaze. "This is the Ring of Power cut from the Dark Lord Sauron's hand. Everyone looked around shocked. Boromir of Gondor broke the silence. "This is truly a gift… A gift to the foes of Mordor! Why should we not use this ring?" Aragorn looked to Boromir and answered. "You cannot wield it, none of us can. The one ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master!" Boromir swung around to look at Aragorn and answered angrily. "And what would a mere ranger know of this matter?" Legolas stood with a furious face. "This is no mere ranger! He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Boromir swung around at the elf as he spoke. With a shocked expression he turned once again to Aragorn who heaved a sigh. "Havo dad, Legolas." (Sit down, Legolas.) Legolas reluctantly sat down, his piercing azure eyes staring at Boromir. "This… is Isildur's heir?" spoke Boromir curiously. Legolas answered. "And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas said angrily. Andowen grasped is hand, calming him. "You must not be so quick to act, Legolas. It will lead you only to trouble." said Andowen to him in Elvish. He nodded and squeezed her hand, both their lovely eyes returned to the rest of the group. Meanwhile, Boromir returned to his seat, mumbling. "Gondor has no king…. Gondor needs no king…" Elrond spoke then. "You have but one choice; the ring must be destroyed." A dark, red haired dwarf tightened his grip on his large axe. "Then what are we waitin' for?" said the dwarf. He lunged at the pedestal which the ring rested on. He swung his axe down. As it hit the ring, it shattered into many pieces, throwing him backwards. The ring though, was unharmed and intact. The members of the council marveled at this. Andowen and a few others left their chairs to help him, looking at the shattered smoking axe pieces. Elrond spoke with sadness in his voice. "The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, with any weapon we here posses. It must be brought deep into the land of Mordor, back to the fires of Mount Doom. It was made there, and is the one place where it can be destroyed… It must be cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came! One of you... must do this."
Everyone was silent, their eyes filled with fear and nervousness. No one volunteered. "One does not simply walk into Mordor…" said Boromir. "Its gates are guarded by more than just orcs. The great eye… is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland that is riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe in is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this… It is folly!" Legolas, who had heard quite enough of Boromir's doom speak, stood. "Have you heard nothing of what Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!" Boromir and Gimli both stood. "And what happens when we fail? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" "I would rather die than see that Ring in the hands of an elf!" Boromir and Gimli spoke at the same time. Those elves who heard Gimli's comment stood angrily. Andowen and Legolas stood trying to keep them from lunging at the dwarf. A large argument erupted between all the members of the council. This bickering went on for at least five minutes, until a small voice was heard through the loud rumble. The voice of Frodo Baggins spoke, struggling to gain volume over the others. "I will take it! I will take the ring to Mordor!" The large group turned to look at the brave hobbit. "Though… I do not know the way." Gandalf then stood next to Frodo, his hand on his shoulder. Aragorn then bowed to Frodo. "If by my life, or death, I can protect you, I shall. You have my sword." said Aragorn, who then stood next to Gandalf behind Frodo. "And you have my bow." said Legolas, letting go of Andowen's hand and going to stand next to Aragorn. "And my axe." said Gimli, who then reluctantly stood next to the elf. All was quiet. Suddenly, a hobbit named Samwise Gamgee ran from the bushes, running to Frodo. "Frodo's not goin' nowhere without me!" "No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you! As I can see you appear at a secret council even when he was invited and you were not." retorted Elrond with a smile. Two other hobbits appeared as well. "We're coming too! You'll have to take us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Frodo smiled. Boromir walked to Frodo. "You carry the fates of us all, little one." said Boromir, then he stood behind the group. "Nine companions… very well, you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." said Elrond, looking at the group. Andowen stood before Frodo, her eyes meeting his. "If the call of aid sounds, Lothlòrien will answer the call." Andowen bent over Frodo and gently kissed his head, her sweet smell intoxicating his senses. Andowen smelled of a sort of fruit, a fruit that no one knew, both sweet and spicy at the same time. Everyone close could also smell her scent. It was comforting to them. "Very well, preparations will be made. For now, enjoy your stay at Imaldris. You will all be given chambers to sleep in and provided with anything you need. "And with that, everyone went about their own businesses.
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Legolas and Andowen sat in their chamber holding hands. He tried to comfort her. Small tears made their way down her face. "We will not be parted long." Legolas said to her. Andowen looked away. He caressed his hand along her face, meeting her gaze. "We have many long years to be together, Andowen." he said to her in Elvish. She nodded her head, hugging him tightly. She then buried her head in his shoulder, embracing in his lovely scent; Legolas had always smelled of cinnamon and earth, it was a wonderful scent. He wrapped his arms around her, rocking her back and forth. Legolas knew indeed that they would be separated for a very long time; Things were in motion that could not be un-done and history was writing itself as they spoke. He tightened his grip on her, leaning his head on hers.
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The nine members of the fellowship, Arwen, Andowen and Elrond stood at the gates of Imaldris, all packed and ready to go on their long journey. Andowen stood before Legolas, looking deep into his eyes. He put his arms around her, and kissed her deeply. He abruptly stopped, turned around and followed the group, looking back at her as if to say "farewell." Andowen watched the group until they had disappeared out of sight. She hugged her niece Arwen, got on her horse and began making her way home, to Lothlòrien.