******** Time for chapter 2 I'm going to try to get something going and make this one more like the actual story, but I had to get some explaining done or you would all be confused! So I sometimes get distracted and have no idea where to go with something! If you would review it for me and let me know some things that you would like to see happen I would be happy to oblige, if I like the idea so without further ado…. Chapter 2… you guys know I don't own lord of the rings or anything like that. *************************************************************************************

Rivendell was possibly the most beautiful place she had ever seen. It had already been late and very dark by the time that the small group had entered the realm. A relaxed feeling had immediately engulfed all of them and for the first time they felt very weary. Elrond personally led Elya and Boromir to their rooms and informed them that the council would take place the next morning as soon as everyone woke up. Elya's room was first and she bid both of them a good night. After several nights of sleeping on the ground, and washing in streams, Elya felt too dirty to just fall into the pure white bed like she desperately wanted to. She smiled when she saw a bath with hot water waiting for her behind some silk curtains. She bathed quickly and changed into a fresh night gown that was waiting for her in the wardrobe. She didn't fall to sleep like she had the first night riding with Boromir's company, but gently drifted into the softness of the bed around her, and sleep claimed her.

The next morning she woke up feeling well rested and happy. She immediately remembered the council, and jumped up. Elrond had not set a time, but she did hope that she wasn't the last one to emerge. She quickly pulled on a dress that changed from beige to a dark green. Another trick of shifters, they can change their appearance along with the style and color of their clothes. Usually they just let the change happen automatically with whatever mood they were in, but they could change at will too. When she was satisfied by how she looked, she rushed out of the door, and almost knocked Boromir over in her hast. He had been waiting for her so they could walk together.

"Well Good Morning!" He laughed as he danced around trying to steady himself and her at the same time.

"I am so sorry!" She meant it, but was giggling at how funny he looked trying to get them both on their own feet. " I thought I was incredibly late, and didn't want to be the last one to arrive." She brushed a stray hair out of her face, and they began walking towards the meeting.

"I shall remember to never step in your way again in fear of the wrath that you bring." He teased her. "But on a more serious note, not everyone arrived last night like Elrond had hoped… apparently one very important person came in after us and is gravely wounded. He asked me if I would bring you too him, and if you would help him with this problem."

His eyes had a questioning look in them, but he didn't seem to know how to state the question that he wanted to ask. She felt a little uneasy, but knew she would have to explain to him who she was.

"My people are skilled in healing, however my skills nowhere nears Elrond's. I will explain everything to you when I am done with whatever tasks he may need done." A brief nod was all the answer she received. She knew he was very confused and wanted to know what was going on. She hadn't told him that she was a shifter, some people were afraid of them and she had feared that he wouldn't like her after he knew that she was different. The rest of the trip was in silence, and he walked away without a good bye when they found Elrond. He quickly led her to the doors of the healing house. Here he turned and offered her a brief explanation of why this person was so important.

"This person is a hobbit; you have probably never heard of or seen one in your short life. This hobbit has carried the one ring from his home to here. It is a long journey and he has been pursued by black riders. He has been stabbed by a morgul blade and is fading fast." He paused seeing the overwhelming look of confusion on her face. "I will explain more later, but for now we need to try and save this brave hobbit. Will you change so that you can work at my pace?" It took her just a minute to change from her human form to Elf form.

When they stepped into the room immediately Elya recognized Gandalf. He looked tired and more like an old man than she had ever seen him before. She said his name quietly. He looked up and his face broke into as cheerful a smile as was possible at the moment.

"Ah, Miss Elya I am very pleased to see you here! This is Frodo." He motioned to the small figure on the bed and she gasped and covered her mouth with her hands at the pitiful sight in front of her.

"Is he a child?" even as she said those words she knew he was not. His shoulders were broader than a boys would be and his face was more developed even though he lacked any facial hair at all. Through the corner of her eye she saw some movement. There was another Hobbit. Obviously full grown and giving her a very hard look, as if trying to decide if she was trustworthy or not.

"I will not hurt him." Was all she said, and his look softened a bit. "Where is the wound at?" Elrond showed her the place on his shoulder. From the outside it didn't look so bad, but she knew what a morgul blade did, so she quickly began touching the left side of Frodo's body. His arm and hand were freezing as if death had already claimed it. All around the wound was just as cold. She gently pressed down close to the cut, and Frodo's body clenched in pain, and a small cry came from him, but she had found what everyone else had missed. She quickly put a small warm hand on his forehead, and whispered soothing things which seemed to calm Frodo, and the other hobbit that she learned was called Sam.

"Elrond there is a piece of the blade still in there." She whispered to him. "We have to get it out." She knew that this would involve reopening the wound, and even though they would make him as comfortable as possible; it would be very painful for the poor hobbit. Elrond looked grimly at her knowing they had no choice. He quickly left to gather some potions that might help ease the pain.

Using what little magical ability she had she began to numb the area with a small enchantment. It was more of her putting herself into him than magic, but she wanted to help him. Elrond was back. He gently sat Frodo up and tipped the potion down his throat, it was odorless and tasteless so it wasn't hard to take. She asked Sam to hold Frodo's uninjured hand. And Gandalf moved to the same side just in case Frodo woke up during all this. Tears burned at the back of Elya's eyes at the thought of him waking up.

"Please, Please" she whispered in a silent prayer. "Do not let him wake up until we are done." She then opened her eyes, ready, to try and save Frodo's life.