Author's Note: Er… Better late than never? And yes, there will be two versions. Which is why the chapters (and overall story) will be fairly short. Thanks and cookies to reviewers, double cookies to anyone who comes back…
Mary-Sue
Ai, Elanowel! She had long, golden hair that fell to her waist, and piercing blue eyes that seemed to be able to see into your very soul. No man could resist her charms, and yet she did not try to lead them on. Politely, gracefully, she declined any offers made, claiming that she had yet to find her soulmate.
It was a rainy Saturday, when Elanowel suddenly knew where her soulmate was. He was in Middle Earth! She leapt out of her chair, and ran to her bedroom. She ignored the small mirror hanging on the wall, not caring what she looked like, although she looked as beautiful and enticing as ever as her gorgeously irresistible golden locks swung in beauteous, enchanting curls, and instead stood in the middle of the room. She drew an intricate picture in the air, leaving a glittering trail from the ring on her finger, and muttered a spell, vanishing into mid air the moment it was complete.
She appeared in a forest, and looked around happily.
"Perfect," she said, stretching like a cat.
This, without a doubt, had to be somewhere near Rivendell. The day, she knew, was the day Frodo would wake up. The Fellowship – although they weren't a Fellowship yet – would be arriving today and tomorrow.
She lingered no longer, and set off on a random path, knowing that, with her fantastic sense of direction, she would finish where she was aiming.
Ten minutes later, she was outside the gates of Rivendell, and a minute after that she was striding confidently through, dazzling the Elves with her incredible beauty. Amazed that a mortal could look so ethereal, the Elves immediately decided to take her straight to the Lord Elrond. She was given guest quarters and invited to join the celebrations that would take place that night. She agreed.
At the celebrations, Elanowel was called upon to sing far more often than the minstrels in the hall. Gracefully, she declined her twelfth solo, claiming to be developing a sore throat. No-one was angry with her for claiming attention for so long, as all regarded it a rare treat to be serenaded by such a beautiful, melodic voice. When she left the party, the atmosphere became much more subdued. Few seemed inclined to be happy without her around, and many of the younger male Elves sighed wistfully after her.
The next day was the morning of the council. Elanowel was invited to join the discussion, as no doubt she would be able to make the most informed and useful contributions. Indeed, everyone was grateful that she had agreed to come, as she swiftly settled the disputes, proposing a Fellowship, and quickly had nine volunteers. The council finished, with her help, after a mere hour, rather than dragging on for most of the day.
Naturally, when Elanowel declared that she would be accompanying the Fellowship on their quest, the nine were delighted, and everyone else relieved for them. Elanowel was a superb warrior – the Fellowship would be in no danger with her as their protector.