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Chapter 2

"Tell me Fandes, where do you hail from?" Legolas questioned as we continued riding.

"A small town by the Glanduin river." I shrugged.

"Why would an elf live among the race of men?" He was puzzled, but after receiving a sharp glance, he quickly added. "Not that there's anything wrong with that."

"I was abandoned at a young age. All I remember is wandering around lost and scared. That is, until I came to a house. They welcomed me with open arms, and that's where I met my adoptive parents. I've lived with them ever since." I sighed, then asked in a joking manner. "Are you done interrogating me?"

"Just one more. Do you know how old you are?"

I sighed again. "No. I am aware elves age differently compared to humans, then stop aging altogether, so I do not know. All I know is when I came to my adoptive parents house I knew nothing. They told me that I was small. I seemed to be very young for an elf, so they figured that I was probably no more than 10 years of age." We rode in silence once more.

For the rest of the trip, I thought about my reason for going to Rivendell with such haste. It must have been the night before, when I heard a rumor in the market. I had been outside, sitting on a swing that was held up by some old wood. I had been rocking gently when my vision went black. That was a normal thing for me, for I had visions often.

Usually, my vision would go black, then I would see into the future. They were never very important. Normally, they were about injured birds, or small children breaking limbs after falling out of trees. Later, I would come to the same situation, the one my vision portrayed, but I could do something to help.

My first vision was of a child climbing a tree. She looked confident, until she lost her footing. She fell, and was crying on the ground. No one was around. In two days time, I had been wandering around, minding my own business, and came to a clearing with a lone tree, which looked eerily familiar. Full of curiosity, I went to the tree. My hand simply brushed the bark, then a crack was heard overhead. I looked up just in time to see the child falling. I opened my arms wide and caught her with very little grace, but we both walked away unhurt.

There have many similar incidents, but when I got the vision of nine people, all varying in race, on the ground with blood splattered everywhere and orcs cheering, I knew this wasn't one of the normal ones. The thing that really caught my eye was one of the young hobbits had a shining, gold object in his hand. Unfortunately, I couldn't make out what it was, because the scene had changed. Granted, it was another slaughter zone with the nine laying dead, but this time, there was a mountain troll standing victoriously over them. Then, the scene changed, and then six times over after that, but the same fallen warriors always were there.

The scene changed once again. From what I could see, the last scene had only two hobbits. One was the brown haired hobbit that had the golden object. There was another hobbit, but instead of brown hair, this one had blond hair, and was stouter. Both were laying in front of a mountain. The mountain was spouting flaming balls of fire, which the hobbits were actively trying to avoid. What really got me, though, was the brown haired one held up his golden object. I got a closer look, and discovered that a ring was in his hand.

For the first time, my vision talked. The noise was over quickly, but it had startled me enough to send shivers clear to my bone. "Help." That might not seem so significant, but the way he said it was so emotionally dead that it sounded as if he was already gone.

I came back to the present when Fain whinnied and lunged forward. Fain had seen the elven city and was prancing around excitedly.

Legolas smiled, and bowed his head. "This is where I take my leave. I wish to see you again Fandes."

"As do I Legolas." I bowed my head in return, a gesture out of respect, and cantered off. It had only been minutes when I stumbled upon another elf. She was beautiful, with long dark brown hair that cascaded down her back.

"Excuse me, can you help me?" I ask her cautiously.

"That depends upon what you need help with." Her voice was soft and musical like Legolas's. I guessed that that was how all elves sounded like. Well, all of them except me.

"My name is Fandes. I wish to speak with Lord Elrond about an urgent matter." The elf nodded, understanding completely, and didn't question me more.

"I am Arwen." She looked me deep in the eyes. She only broke eye contact when a blond elven maiden came up to us. She whispered something in Arwen's ear, and Arwen nodded.

The maiden then turned to me. "Could I take your horse to the stables?" I nodded, handed her to the reins, and watched her walk away with Fain

"If you would you follow me, please?" Arwen asked. I nodded, and we walked off. She lead me through Rivendell, which was by far the prettiest thing I had ever seen in my life. Everything seemed so perfect and so elvish. It was much better than the villages Men inhabited. I felt like I finally found my home, and I loved it. I had been so absorbed by the area that I didn't notice that we were in the presence of Lord Elrond. Blushing furiously, I curtsied like my mother had taught me. Arwen had gone by then, leaving Lord Elrond standing there, waiting for me to talk.

"I am Fandes, and I hail from a village near the River of Glanduin. I wish to…" My voice drifted off. I had no idea what to say, because how does one tell an important figure in elven society that they have visions? How would I ask to take, or at least accompany, the ring to Mordor, especially when I don't even know if the rumors about the ring were true. What if this is a big misunderstanding, and I'm making a fool of myself?

I just blurted all of it out. "Are the rumors true? Has a hobbit come into the presence of the One Ring?" I covered my mouth for my childish outburst. Lord Elrond's face remained unreadable.

"So, the rumors have already spread south." He said to himself quite solemnly.

"Then it true." I quickly made up my mind. "I wish to take up the task of casting the ring into Mount Doom." I tried to sound as brave as I could.

Growing up, I had heard the stories about the foraging of the One Ring, and that to unmake the ring, it had to be dropped in the fiery lava of Mount Doom.

"Fandes, this burden it not to be carried on lone shoulders. I fear this is a task that is to hard for one soul to complete." He put a hand on my shoulder, gave me a half hearted smile, and started for the exit. My hopes began crumbling, but before he left completely, he called over his shoulder. "Though, I would like to invite you to the meeting that will deal with the ring. If you choose to, you may join whomever will bear the ring. I must warn you. It will not be easy, for the road will be treacherous. You are a maiden, so I ask you to watch yourself." I began to bristle, but he continued. "Even maidens have strength." With that, he left.

I stood there, thinking about his words. The more I thought, the more I realized that not even the words of Lord Elrond could sway my determination. I turned quickly, and saw Arwen standing in front of me.

"I have been told you will be staying for the meeting. That will be held in two days time, so I have prepared a room for you to stay in." She started walking out into the corridor, then motioned for me to follow. I was lead down endless hallways until she stopped at a door. She gestured for me to enter first.

The room was beautiful. It was quite spacious and had a large bed in the far right corner. Silver sheets covered the bed, and white drapes hung around the top of the frame. In the other corner was another door, which I presumed led to a bathroom, and then, right by the door, was a balcony that overlooked Rivendell.

"I have laid out three of my older dresses that no longer fit, because they are from when I was younger. I believe they will fit you." I nodded in thanks, and she left. Heaving a huge sigh of relief, I stripped out of my dirty clothes that I had worn all day, and looked the dresses over. The first one I picked up was a light blue color, and was rather simple. The sleeves draped, and had a lower-cut neck line. Before I could look at myself in the mirror, I trudged wearily to the bed. Flopping down, I curled up on the silky sheets, and sleep soon took me.

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