Here is the second chapter, I hope you like it!

Thanks to shieldmaidenofeorlingas who has given me advices for my story.

Disclaim: I do not own the Lord of the Rings nor the characters that are inside.

Faramir halted his horse on the path, letting it rest while he gazed in wonder at the sight in front of him: Rivendell or Imladris the house of Lord Elrond was bathed in midday sunshine. A power radiated from it, giving of a warning and a welcome at the same time. After having watched for a time he urged his horse forward into the heart of the city.

A single bell rang, and as a response Faramir stood up from his bank and headed for the porch under which he knew the council of Elrond was taking place. With a quick look around for a seat he sat down and took the time to closely inspect the other members that were already there.

Lord Elrond was in the middle of his household, two elves with different colors were sitting next to them, Glador a messenger of Cirdan of the Grey Havens and Legolas the prince of Mirkwood send by his father Thranduil the King. Sitting proudly next came two dwarves, Gloin of the Lonely Mountain and Gimli his son. Another man has also there; his cloths were the ones of a Ranger, torn and dirty yet he hold himself in a noble manner and his face was grave.

In came Gandalf followed, by the old Hobbit Bilbo and Frodo his nephew. Faramir had been hearing of his quest to bring something important to Imladris risking is life. He knew not what it had been, but he could sense that it had to do with the council and the meeting of so many different people.

The council went on, and Faramir learned about the Ring of Power, he listened to Lord Elrond tell about the last Alliance, the death of Gil-Galad and the King of Gondor. He knew the story well from the archives of Gondor yet he was fascinated to hear about it form one who had experienced it. And there he learned something he had not known: Isildur had taken the Ring and kept it. Courteously he waited until the Lord was finished before talking.

He spoke of Gondor and the desperate state they were in but also praising his people for their courage. Never did he accuse nor complain as he told how Osgiliath had been taken and finally why he was here and the dream.

"I came not to Rivendell to ask for help in war but find the answer to a riddle. Many times it appeared to me in a dream and once to my brother. A voice was crying these words in a clear voice:

Seek for the Sword that was broken:

In Imladris it dwells;

There shall be counsels taken

Stronger than Morgul-spells.

There shall be shown a token

That Doom is near at hand,

For Isildur's Bane shall waken,

And the Halfling forth shall stand.

"These verses were not clear to us and our father would only tell us that Imladris was also known in the world of men under the name of Rivendell. Seeing that this matter was important and our needs great I rode to find the place named in the riddle."

"And here in the house of Elrond more shall be made clear to you," said suddenly the man Faramir had noticed before. He took out his sword and cast it on the table revealing that the blade was broken into two. "Here is the Sword that was Broken!"

For a minute Faramir stood silent and watched the man with new interest before he asked "And who are you Lord? And please name your business with this matter."

Elrond spoke up at this moment "He is Aragorn son of Arathorn, descended from Isildur through many fathers, chief of the Dúnedain in the North."

Without warning Frodo the Halfling jumped up crying out "But then it belongs to you and not to me at all!" But Aragorn stayed calm and said "It does not belong to either of us, but you are its keeper for the moment."

"Bring out the Ring, Frodo! The time has come. Hold it up, and then Faramir shall understand the remainder of his riddle." Gandalf said in a half commanding tone and half solemn.

Faramir looked at the Hobbit as he reluctantly drew out a golden ring and could clearly see it as it blazed in the light.

A fear rose in him: "Is this the doom of Minas Tirith? Has it come to that time when the Halflings bring out the Bane of Isildur?" he couldn't help asking out loud.

"Nay the words speak not of the doom of Minas Tirith but doom never the less for great deeds are at hand." Aragorn answered him, "The Sword that was Broken is the Sword of Elendil that broke beneath him when he fell. It has been treasured by his heirs when all other heirlooms were lost; for it was spoken of old among us that it should be made again when the Ring, Isildur's Bane, was found. You have seen the Sword of which your riddle spoke, what is you request now? Do you wish for the House of Elendil to return to the Land of Gondor?"

"My Lord I came here seeking an answer not to bring any request to anybody. Yet I shall not hide the fact that the help of the House of Elendil would be most welcome as we are pressed hard. I do not doubt your words about whom you claim to be." Faramir said his head held up proudly but his eyes were respectful.

This time it was Aragorn that looked at Faramir with a searching gaze but he nodded at the end and even a trace of smile appeared on his features "A new hour comes. I will come to Minas Tirith."

Here ends the second chapter.