"And my sword is yours as well, ring bearer." The voice was that of a woman, and all eyes turned to the daughter of Elrond, who had risen from her seat beside the lord of Rivendell, sword drawn. She stepped forward, and held out the shimmering, elven blade out to the tiny hobbit, who, along with the rest of the onlookers, stared, wide eyed at the maiden before him. Throughout the council meeting, she had stayed, quietly by her father's side, saying nothing, but watching all, listening to every word, taking it all in. And now she stood, despite her Elrond's furious gaze. "No! I forbid it." Came the voice of the elven lord, rising from his chair in anger. "You will do no such thing, Arwen." "Two men I see here, father, and four of the halflings, but one elf alone, and a Mirkwood elf at that!" the lady argued. Several onlookers laughed, for there had long been a friendly rivalry between the Mirkwood elves, and those of Imladris. "Would you not have a warrior of Imladris see this quest done?" she inquired, turning to face her father, casting her dark eyes, full of defiance on him. "I would not have my only daughter slain for a purpose that has nothing to do with her. You will go to the west, Arwen, enough is enough." "No, father" Arwen protested, her voice raised in anger. "I will see this done. This is our land as well, and I would keep it safe from the hand of the dark lord. We fought for it once, and alliance of men and elves, and I will do it again." Sliding her sword back into its sheath, hanging around her waist, she came to stand beside the others.