Hello everyone.

I really hope this will be a good story.

It is basically my verison of Lothiriel and no I haven't spelled her name wrong in this story.

You will figure it out soon enough.

I did my research and added a few of my own things and yes, it follows the plot of Tolkien's story, only my way.

Enjoy and please leave a like or a favourite or a comment :)


Chapter 1 - A secret Council and a great Journey

When Lothriel arrived in Rivendell she was filled with nostalgia. It had been many years since she had run through the halls, walked through the gardens or rummaged through the library. She couldn't wait to see Lord Elrond again and his twin sons, Elladan and Elrohir, but she was looking forward to someone different. Behind her, Legolas climbed off the horse before helping her dismount. He was a tall, blond elf from Mirkwood and a little less galant than his father, the King, but only a little. He looked down at her and shook his head with disappointment.

"Shouldn't you ride your own horse?" he asked.

She sighed and rolled her blue eyes.

"You have asked me this before and I will give you the same answer. I cannot ride."

"Then you should learn." he suggested.

"Why should I learn if I can ride with others?"

They glared into each other's eyes when someone walked down the steps to greet them. It was Aragorn, a ranger from the North and a good friend. He greeted her with a wide smile.

"Lothriel." he laughed.

"Aragorn." She ran into his arms.

He lifted her and spun her around before setting her down again, his eyes traveling over her figure. She hadn't changed much in appearance since he left her with Legolas and his father. Her black hair had grown a little longer, her single white streak more profound, her freckles gained in numbers. She was dressed more like the elves of the woodlands now, armed with bow and arrows, a sword and knives. He himself hadn't changed either although he was dressed more formally than she remembered, but then again, they were here for a council meeting which was hosted this evening. She knew she had to change as well but that could wait. Proudly, she grinned at him and his blue eyes gazed into her green orbs.

"You look well. How was your stay with the wood elves?" he asked.

"Astonishing. I never knew that elves could drink so much wine." she revealed.

"That is only a misconception." Legolas added.

"Legolas, good to see you well, mellonin." Aragorn spoke in elvish.

While the two men greeted each other, Lothriel smiled and started to walk up the stairs. Memories came flooding back to her with every step she took. Nothing had changed. Her feet carried her to her favourite place, a balcony with a view over the entire valley. As a child she had always sat there with a book from the library and read in silence, enjoying the songs of the birds and the view. She had missed this serenity. Behind her, Lord Elrond approached, with a fond smile on his face.

"Welcome back, Lothriel." he greeted her.

"Lord Elrond."

She made a small bow. He smirked and opened his arms. It felt like she had returned home into her father's arms. Elrond gently hugged her and welcomed her back. Oh, how she had missed Rivendell.

"Your old room is awaiting you." the elf smiled warmly.

"It is untouched?" she gleamed.

"It was cleaned regularly but everything is as it was." he nodded.

"You have my gratitude. I shall go and change my attire."

"That would be wise." he raised his brow and walked away.

The woman smirked to herself, made a small bounce and quickly walked to that familiar door which had been the barrier to her personal space throughout her childhood. Slowly she turned the handle and opened the door. The room was clean and bright, just as she remembered it. All of her books and drawings were neatly stacked in her shelves. She smiled as the memories came flooding back. Everyday she had practiced her writing and reading of elvish and the common tongue. Lord Elrond had even lectured her in the old runes of the dwarves. Before she wasted any more time, she changed into something more formal. Oh, how she hated dresses but Tauriel had insisted that she would wear one. She knew she would be the only woman present at the council so she did her best to look best. When she left her room she met Aragorn in the corridor. He was in the company of someone very small.

"Frodo, this is Lothriel." he said to the small creature and then looked at Lothriel. "Lothriel, this is Frodo."

Lothriel looked down at the creature. He was small, like a child with dark brown curly hair, big hairy feet and somewhat fine clothing. What strike her most were his big blue eyes.

"Are you the Hobbit who has brought the One Ring with him?" she asked curiously.

She noticed him swallow. A shy one.

"I am."

"You have a lot of courage, little one." she smiled warmly.

"Thank you." he said shyly.

"Let's head to the meeting before we are late." Aragorn suggested and the three made their way to the council.

"Gandalf." she said to the back of an old man dressed in grey robes.

He turned around and smiled gleefully when he recognised her.

"Lothriel. My, my. The last time I saw you, you were but a child. You have grown into a fine woman." the old man laughed.

She smirked at the hidden grin beneath the grey beard. It was true, the last time they had met was when she had just started to learn how to read, but she could never forget the quirky old wizard in grey. He had made the letters from her books light up in different colours and dance over the pages. A memory that would never fade.

"Please be seated." Lord Elrond spoke soft but firmly and everyone complied.

Since Lothriel had come with the woodland elves, she was seated next to their prince. Legolas had changed into blue robes which suited him well. It brought out his eyes. Along with two more elves, Gandalf, Aragorn and the Hobbit, there were other men from Gondor and a few dwarves. She didn't recognise their faces but she knew the white tree of Gondor and the Dwarves of Erebor. The blond man eyed her with some interest although she wasn't sure if it was because of her in general or the surprise that a woman was even present. The dwarves weren't really bothered by it since in their eyes males and females looked the same.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old." Lord Elrond started. "You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate, this one doom."

Lothriel watched Lord Elrond and then sneak a peek at the people around her, without moving her head. Everyone seemed to be one edge from those words. It didn't surprise her. She had seen the threat herself in Mirkwood. She had seen the spiders, the orcs, had felt the darkness creeping over the lands. Lord Elrond looked at each of them before his eyes settled on the small Hobbit who was sitting on the far right from her.

"Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." he gestured to the stone pilth in the middle of the balcony.

Reluctantly and nervously, the little Hobbit stood and slowly walked over to the stone pilth. Pity swell in her heart as she saw the relief on his face after he had carefully placed the small golden ring onto the stone surface. Hobbiton was a long way from here and yet he had carried it all this way. He must have felt its evil the entire time. She was happy for him that he didn't have to carry it any longer. Dark whispers came oozing out from the Ring and while everyone started to discuss, she gazed at the Ring in wonder. She never had bothered to learn black speech and now she was glad that she didn't. Fear build inside her when Legolas abruptly stood up next to her.

"This is no mere Ranger." Legolas said with surety. She followed his gaze and he was looking at the blond man who was now also standing. "He is Aragorn son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

Surprise and disbelief crept over the man's face as he slowly turned around to look at Aragorn, who was sitting in his chair. She could tell that Aragorn was feeling a little uncomfortable from being addressed like this. He had told her himself.

"Aragorn." the man repeated. "This...is Isildur's heir."

"And heir to the throne of Gondor." Legolas added.

Lothriel sighed and pulled on Legolas's sleeve, signalling him to sit down.

"Sit down, Legolas." Aragorn said after he noticed what she was trying to do.

Legolas sat down with a sigh of defeat and the man also sat down but not before grumbling that Gondor had and needed no King. Gondor hadn't had a King since the disappearance of King Eärnur. Lothriel had read its history. The Stewards of Gondor were to rule 'until the King returned' but Eärnur left without naming an heir. He never returned and while many nobles in Gondor could lay some sort of claim to the kingship, those claims were generally held in doubt, and no one wanted to risk another civil war like the one that had devastated and weakened Gondor. Since then, the Stewards had governed Gondor in the King's sted and she couldn't blame them for believing that a King would never return. But times could always change.

"Aragorn is right." Gandalf spoke this time. "We cannot use it."

"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond told them.

"What are we waiting for." a Dwarf of red hair grumbled and stood, ready with his axe.

He swung his down with great force onto the small ring but the steel blade shattered and throw the Dwarf back onto the floor. The dark whispers were now louder while the Dwarves tried to help their comrade onto his feet again.

"Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess." Elrond told the Dwarf. "The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade."

A shudder crept through Lothriel's spine. Mount Doom was a giant volcano in Mordor and it was a horrible place. She had only read about it and even Lord Elrond himself told her it was forsaken from anything that is good. He had told her that Yavanna had no power there, everything was dust and seething hot.

"It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." Lord Elrond added and with a certain finality, "One of you must do this."

Lothriel slumped a little in her seat. How was this suppose to happen? Who would be brave or even crazy enough to walk into Mordor and through the Ring into the lava of an active Volcano. The blond man seemed to be thinking the same thing.

"One does not simply walk into Mordor." he sighed. "Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep and the great eye is ever watchful. 'Tis a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do is folly."

She silently agreed with him Legolas seemed to think otherwise. He jumped to his feet once again.

"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?" he snapped at him. "The Ring must be destroyed."

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it." the Dwarf from before grumbled.

Lothriel sank in her chair as everyone stood to argue what was wisest to be done. She hated this, men arguing. Their started to shout, accuse. Even Gandalf started to bring in some reason into the discussion. Amidst the rumbling, the small Hobbit stood and and started to shout.

"I will take it."

This dispersed the argument and everyone looked down at Frodo with disbelief.

"Tho I don't know the way." he admitted.

Lothriel couldn't help but awe at his courage and smile at his honesty. He really wanted to carry that burden all over again?

"I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf said softly and stood behind the Hobbit.

"If by my life or death I can protect you, I will." Aragorn said and kneeled before Frodo. "You have my sword."

This seemed to start a chain of people offering their service. Legolas offered his bow and even the grumpy Gimli offered his axe. To her surprise, even the blond man stood to the forming company. What surprised her even more was when another Hobbit came running out of the bushes and stood with crossed arms next to Frodo.

"Mr Frodo's not going anywhere without me." he announced with finality but Lord Elrond wasn't impressed.

"No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." he said with a smirk and a raised eyebrow.

The blond Hobbit seemed to lose his surety when two more Hobbits came running to their side.

"We are coming two!" they announced and after some glances, Lord Elrond looked at the group that had formed before his eyes.

Lothriel thought for a moment. What was she going to do when they leave? She loved Rivendell and the elves but she didn't want to wither here. Going back to Mirkwood was not an option either, since Tauriel would torment her with her training and the King would just drown her in his melancholy. If there was evil to be fought, she wanted to make a difference as well. She stood and walked over to Frodo.

"I offer you my service as well, little Hobbit." she smiled at him.

All of the four Hobbits looked at her in awe with their big eyes and it was a sight she could only describe as cute.

"Ten companions." Lord Elrond mumbled to himself and them smiled. "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"

This announcement sent a tingle through her. She was part of a world-changing quest and she couldn't hide her excitement. When she readied herself for the long journey and waited with Legolas for the others, Gimli walked up to her.

"I hope you know how to handle yourself, lass." he said as he studied her.

"Well enough to still be alive." she answered and that seemed to be good enough for him.

"Good, good." he nodded.

The blond man, Boromir his name was, was a little less convinced. Although he did offer her some advice on the behaviour of orcs. He was a little charming and she couldn't help but forget the hostility she had towards him because of his thoughts on Aragorn. They all but seemed forgotten, even when Aragorn arrived. When Lord Elrond arrived to bid them farewell, Lothriel noticed something.

"She gave it to you?" Lothriel asked Aragorn.

The silver necklace that belonged to Arwen, Lord Elrond's only daughter, was hanging around Aragorn's neck. She had always known about the deep relationship between the man and elven maiden, and she admired them for this. He deserved a loving woman.

"Yes. Who knows if we will ever meet again." he said softly.

That was true. There was no certainty if they would ever return, especially alive. She sighed and gave Aragorn and strong slap on the shoulder.

"Let's make a return our goal." she grinned and skipped ahead of him.