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a/n: I came up with the idea at three in the morning last night. And I wrote this during math class. So I am warning you that this might be a little odd. I came up with the idea when I was half-asleep, and I wrote the first chapter when I was bored out of my mind!

Chapter 1

'Lost.. Can't find.. Can't find where..' Rone mumbled incoherently as he stumbled onward, clinging to Brin's arm so tightly it hurt her. His condition was getting worse, the Jachyra poison slowly seeping through his system. Poison that harmed the soul as well as the body. Unless Brin found help soon.. She pushed the thoughts out of her mind and concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other. Rone was not going to die!

The trees cleared and Brin came to a surprised halt. She was standing next to a river. She blinked in confusion. Had she somehow circled back to the Chard Rush without realizing it? The idea seemed impossible somehow. She should have heard it. She finally gave up on figuring out where she was and tried to figure out where she was going. She had to find help for Rone and fast!

Just then a group of five travelers forded the river. Brin looked up and eyed them curiously. There was one man, tall and grim. There were three small ones, which had an almost childlike appearance. And there was also a long, blond haired Elf. There seemed to be nothing evil about them so Brin called out to them. They came over quickly obvious concern mirrored in the eyes of the Man and the Elf. The other three just stayed where they were uncertain if they should be a part of this at all.

'What has happened here?' the man asked quickly. Brin looked at him, uncertain about how much she should tell.

'I.. He.. We..' she was at a lost for words. 'Help him please.' she pleaded. The man nodded. He spoke to the Elf in a strange language that Brin could not understand. They talked for several minutes in this language until they finally seemed to have come to an agreement about something.

'We will help you.' the man said. 'My name is Aragorn. This is my companion Glorfindel. My other companions over there,' Aragorn indicated to the three small ones standing a few meters away, 'will no doubt introduce themselves better than I ever could. But right now we have more important things to deal with.' Aragorn checked Rone's wounds, as did Glorfindel. Neither seemed happy about what they had discovered.

'Aragorn, he will not last.' Glorfindel said and Brin gasped. 'Please, girl, let me finish. I said he would not last long like this. We must get him to Elrond. If anyone can help him then the lord of Imladris can.' Aragorn agreed and picked Rone up.

The other three walked over. They all seemed curious about this new turn of events. 'Who is that Strider?' one asked. 'Are we still going to Rivendell?' asked another. The third remained silent, his face clouded. As if he had worries of his own, thought Brin. When the talkative pair did not get any answers from Aragorn, they did not seem surprised. They asked the same questions of Glorfindel. They seemed really disappointed when the Elf completely ignored them. So the pair decided to try their luck with Brin.

'Hello my name is Pippin. And this is my best friend Merry. Who are you anyway?' said the smaller of the two. Brin smiled, a cheery pair to be sure.

'My name is Brin Ohmsford. I am from a town called Shady Vale. That man there,' she said indicating Rone, 'Is Rone Leah, he is the youngest prince of his kingdom.' The boys, at least Brin thought they were boys, looked at Rone in surprise. 'How old are you two anyway?' she asked, wondering what boys were doing in the company of the likes of Aragorn.

'Hey Pippin I'll wager she thinks we're children!' Merry laughed. 'Actually, I am 33 and Pippin is 29. I think that we have weathered a few more winters than you have.' Brin was shocked, 33 and 29? 'We are Hobbits miss, or halflings as you may know our race by. We are all this short. I am actually rather tall for a Hobbit.' Merry explained.

Brin was very confused. There were a lot of things that didn't make any sense. There were too many missing pieces in this puzzle for her to make it out just yet. She didn't have much time to think on al this however, as they had reached the borders of the place that the Hobbits had called Rivendell. Aragorn and Glorfindel spoke hurriedly to a guard and they were ushered into the Last Homely House. Aragorn bounded up the steps and ran as fast as he could carrying his burden. Brin and the others followed hurriedly after.

Aragorn ran into a spacious room where there were many beds. He laid Rone down on one of them and spoke to an Elf who had been tending to a Hobbit. 'Estel, you have brought more into my care?' asked Elrond in Elvish. 'Who is this one and what ails him?'

'I do not know father. The girl in the corner was with him when we found him. You should ask her.' Replied Aragorn in common tongue.

Elrond beckoned for Brin and she came forward nervously. 'Do not be afraid. I will do what I can to aid him. But first I need to know what has happened to him.' Coaxed Elrond gently.

'It was a monster. A Jachyra I think it was called. He tried to fight it when it attacked Allanon. The monster was poisoned. The poison not only harms the body, but the spirit as well. Please, you have to help him!' Brin pleaded, her face stricken. Elrond nodded. 'I will do what I can.' Then he sighed. 'Oh Elbereth, now I have two in my care! Estel I will need your aid here. Glorfindel, find Elladan and Elrohir for me, their help will be needed as well.' Glorfindel nodded and quickly left the room. A serving girl was passing by. 'Erenriel!' Elrond called. 'Find this girl a room and see that she is properly looked after.' Erenriel nodded and led Brin from the room. Brin cast one last glance over her shoulder at the people who were doing their best to treat Rone, the followed wordlessly after.

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