*47 years later*
I sat in the Prancing Pony, waiting for Aragorn to get to Bree. I picked at the hem of my dark red tunic. My hood drawn up as to not attract attention to my elvish origin. He said he would be here by now. It was only after I had gotten an apple from Barliman, he finally appeared. "You're late," I grumbled to him. He laughed and replied, "10 months you have not seen me and that is how you say hello?"
I could not help but crack a smile at that, Aragorn has always had that power over me. For a while we talked and told each other how our adventures have been while we were apart and then I felt something evil fill the air.

"It's here, the ring"
Aragorn's eyebrows rose up in surprise when I flicked my eyes towards the hobbits that had just come through the door. "One of them is the ring bearer," I released the breath I did not know I was holding.

Awhile after they all sat down the slightly pudgy one pointed us out to the one with startling blue eyes, I almost gasped with surprise. It was Frodo. Pointing his finger at us he said, "They have been watching us ever since we have arrived" Frodo called over Barliman and with a startled look on his face asked, "Who are they?" He asked.
Barliman took one look at us then paled, "They are them rangers, very dangerous folk, one of them male called Strider, the other female called Fallon, there is rumor that the female is an elf, banished from her home for murder."
I giggled at the description then sobered at my next thoughts, "Murder there might have been at my home but I was not the being who did the killing merely the cause." The hobbit's eyes widened with fright. I turned away for a moment to ask Aragorn something when I heard a yelp. I quickly turned as the blue eyed one slipped in ale and then fell. The next thing I knew the hobbit was gone. Strider and I were up in a flash. We grabbed him from under the table and dragged him up to our room. I dropped him on the floor and stared in to his eyes.

"You draw far too much attention to yourself Mr. 'Underhill'"
He gasped, "What do you want with me, I am but a hobbit?"
"More caution from you is what we want, that is no mere trinket you carry," replied Strider. "I carry nothing," Frodo said in return.
"Indeed Mr. Frodo Baggins," I spoke softly. "You know my name?" I ignored him and then asked, "Are you frightened?"
He nodded, I uttered, "Not nearly frightened enough."
Then the door burst open. We whirled around, Strider with his sword drawn and I with my twin daggers.
"Let him go or I'll have you, Longshanks!" Shouted the pudgy one from earlier. I put my daggers away and closed the door after they were in the room. "You have a stout heart Master Hobbit but even that will not save you," said Aragorn.
Frodo introduced us to his friends, one at a time, "Here is Samwise Gamgee, Meriadoc Brandybuck, and Peregin Took, my companions since we left The Shire."
I shushed them as I heard a piercing cry in the distance, "We must hurry they are coming."

After we made the pillows in the hobbit's room look like they were sleeping we hurried back to our room. The hobbits climbed onto the bed, took a deep breath and then started asking questions.
Merry, in his quizzical voice, asked, "Who are you?"
Pipin's question was, "What are you?"
Frodo, ever the practical one, asked, "Why are you here and how did you know my name?"
Finally, Sam asked the question that was on everybody's mind, "What do you want with Frodo but most importantly do you mean us any harm?"

I took off my hood for the first time that night, earning a gasp for my hair, its snow white. I snickered and then replied, "I am Dolithiel and I am not some fugitive like you believe. The rangers would not let me travel with them if I was." Frodo looked away at that comment then shot his eyes back up to meet mine. "Now I understand why you know my name. Bilbo made a passing mention of an elf friend who would visit when I was little. You must have been her." Nodding I responded, "Yes, I knew Bilbo from when he went on his adventure."
I dropped the subject and then pointed to Aragorn and said, "He is one whose true identity must remain unknown for the time being, though you may call my companion, Strider. I am an elf he is a ranger. We are here to take you to the safety of Rivendell, so therefore we do not mean you harm." I finished with a deep breath then asked, "Does that leave you satisfied for now?"
I got a chorus of yes's in return.
"Now get to bed we have a long day of walking tomorrow." I smiled at the groans I got from saying that.

When they all got to sleep Aragorn smiled softly at me, "You handled them like you do the village children. You would have made a great mother."
As we approached the subject of marriage and children, I knew it was time to tell him the truth. I took a breath, "Aragorn, there is something I have been meaning to tell you."
"What is it Lithie," he asked me worriedly.
"There is a reason I've asked you not to talk about me with Legolas." He looked confused so I explained further.

"First of all, he doesn't know that I'm alive," I mumbled. Aragorn gave me a scathing look then motioned for me to continue.
"It is very rare but when some elves are born, they have a tattoo at the base of their spine, these elves are called the Vairar en' Kalina or Weavers of Light. It gives them powers over the elements. I'm one of those elves."

"Yes, yes. I know all of this."

"You keep interrupting me. Please stop," I closed my eyes in exasperation. "What you don't know, Aragorn, is that these elves can be Bound to other."

"So can other elves," He quickly pointed out.

"Yes, but the Vairar en' Kalina can lend their Bonded energy and their powers if they wish. The point I am getting at is that I once was Bonded. I was Bonded to Legolas."

"Bonded?" he whispered, surprise shone clear on his face.
I huge breath and started my story.
"A year before the Urks took me and killed my family, Legolas started to court me and as soon as he made the announcement, my Mark started burning and he gained a Mark on his wrist that night. From that moment on we were officially bonded, though we kept it secret from everyone."
"What! Why have you not gone back?!" whisper shouted Aragorn
"Because I was scared…" I stated, keeping my face as blank as possible.
"Scared of what, Lithie?"
"I don't know, Aragorn, I was scared of myself, scared of the power coursing through my body that I could not control. I just... I don't know."
"Lithie…"
"Leave it be Aragorn it's not a conversation I want to get in to right now."
He let it go but I could tell it was still on his mind. I may have gotten some rest that night but it was not peaceful for me.