Hey guys! I worked on this for pretty long... So i hope you enjoy it. The reason why updated now already is cause I made the chapters before.

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Italic is Elvish.


Chapter 2

I had stayed in Lothlórien for almost 400 years. I had learned everything, I was getting used to my new body, learned elvish, I learned fighting, dancing, singing and much more. You can say that fighting was my favorite. After my conversation with Lady Galadriel I told her that in my own world I was already in to archery, she let me have my own bow immediately. I could decide how it was going to look. It was a bow made with hard dark brown wood, there were carvings of gold on it in waves and other details in the middle it was a bit thinner so I could hold it better. A lot of elves didn't even come close to my height much to my annoyance so my hands were smaller and couldn't grasp the bow good otherwise. I also got a new outfit, Black elven leggings, a tight grey undershirt that was warm but easy to walk in, dark brown faded elven boots that came 2 inches under my knee., a dark green tunic that by my hips went in slits, at the front it only covered my legs on the inside and ended a few inches above knee and In the back it was broader and shorter they both went like in a leaf form in a point. There was also a sleeveless bodice over that made from the sturdiest leather in a faded brown color, detailed leaf arm guards in a slightly darker brown than the bodice. In the first 20 years I had the same tutor in archery, yet I practiced and practiced even when he was not there. After those 20 years and I had beat the old one a new one came by the name of Haldir. He didn't like me, told me women were not for fighting. That's why he played hard and I loved it. I learned so much more, sword fighting, archery, fighting with daggers, throwing knives and even just with my fist and body. I practiced everything when he was not there and I knew he could see I grew better every day. The language was not that hard you know, remembering, repeating and just trying. I didn't like the dancing and singing much, but it had to be learned. I learned all the kinds of medicine there were, I learned how to heal.

After my sword fight training was over because there was nothing to learn anymore a gift from Rivendell came to me. A sword with a small red ruby in the handle, it was lighter and easier to handle than the training swords. Later there also came an elven dagger from Mirkwood it was longer with a curve in it and even a wave carving in the blade. After 300 years I joined the Marchwardens, there I learned tracking in areas with trees, sneaking up on someone. That was where I was good at, because I was so small and light on my feet I was the best you could get. It was something I made use of in battle to combine with my quickness and you have it. After 400 years in Lothlórien I decided to leave, to learn things differently and get some new skill.

50 years I roamed Middle-Earth, here and there I would offer my skill as a ranger an I would sleep in inns. After that I decided I needed a place to stay and I preferred an empty forest where I could leave some important stuff, I came by Fangorn forest and made a tree hut there. I loved it, the trees spoke and if I concentrated really well I could understand what they were saying. I kept in touch with Lady Galadriel and met some new people like Mithrandir, he liked me and I liked him. For 127 years I lived in Fangorn forest, of course I still did jobs, it was more my home if there was nothing to do or I just had time.

It was just a normal day in the forest, I did not have a job and was just binding my hair in the original braid with my golden long detailed hair tie when I heard the sound of wings, it had to be big to make that kind of sound and when I rushed in the trees, there was an eagle above the forest. The trees groaned and creaked, but I was not concentrating on what they were saying.

''Only Mithrandir can summon eagles like that.'' I heard myself whisper, and the eagle let out a sharp whistle. It was a tune that I hear Mithrandir do sometime and I knew that he had summoned me and I needed to be quick. I told the eagle to wait in elvish and common tongue. I rushed down the tree and went to my small tree house. I collected all the stuff I would need. I grabbed my bow and strapped it to my back, my sword strapped to my left hip and my dagger on the right, I grabbed my gray arrow quiver and grabbed all my spare arrows. I also strapped 5 small throwing knives to each thigh and had 7 spare ones in my quiver. Some food, my dark cloak and I was off. The ride on the eagle was the first one ever. It was thrilling yet fun, I was looking forward to meet Mithrandir, yet I had no idea where I was going. When I saw Rivendell in sight I quickly cleaned my face from any dirt or mud that could be on it, retied my braid and checked if my clothing was straight. I jumped off the eagle when it was almost by the ground and told it goodbye in elvish.

I looked at my surroundings, Rivendell hadn't changed I supposed, now to find Mithrandir. I searched everywhere the hall ways, the garden, the library, even in Lord Elrond study where you're not supposed to enter without permission.

''When I find him he's so dead!'' I was cursing him in language that could only be from earth.

''What's that?'' I heard his gruff and old voice from behind me. I froze and slowly turned around, he was looking at me with something that I would say as amusing in his eyes. He didn't look any older since we last met and that was almost a decade ago. I let out a huff.

''I was looking everywhere for you!'' I hissed at him. ''If you summon me from my forest and I had to be on an eagle's back for it why did I have to search for 4 hours! You could have just let me walk here, you old man are getting slow!'' He let out an annoying sigh and I stuck out my tongue in victory. He chuckled at my childish antics.

''It is good to see you again Elenya.'' He said and moved to embrace me, I hugged him back. Gandalf was.. well like a grandpa, but then fitter and an awesome wizard and sword fighter.

''Why have I been summoned Gandalf.'' It was sort of a deal between that if he was serious he would speak my full name, if I was serious I would call him Gandalf.

''There is a council in Rivendell and I want you to be a part of it.'' He turned serious again, I found myself doubting. I was ready for any adventure, but councils in Rivendell were long and boring. If Gandalf wanted me there it had to be important.

''Fine, but we will need Lord Elrond's permission.'' I saw him cringe at that and let a grin take over my face. Lord Elrond was a stuck up old man, he liked me I knew. He treated me like an equal, but I somehow always bring trouble to his councils. So Mithrandir took my elbow in his and we walked to Lord Elrond's study where I had seen him last. I told him of my life for the past 10 years, but since nothing special happened the conversation was over quickly and we reached Lord Elrond's study in quiet.

I knocked on the door and a ''Come in.'' was heard in a voice that can only be described as well… Lord Elrond's. ''You know the drill. Charming, respective and formal.'' Mithrandir whispered in my ear before we entered together. I swear that when I saw him and he saw me he was lifting his palm to his face to slap himself on the forehead. I covered my chuckle by clearing my throat.

''My Lord Elrond… I wish to attend this council.'' I didn't have the patience for this I wanted an anwser and I swear that this time Mithrandir slapped his forehead. The answer was fast and predictable.

''No.'' His voice was dry and deadpanned.

''Otherwise everyone will know of that incident.'' I told him with a cheeky grin and a sing song voice. I could hear his breathing hitching and Mithrandir's gears in his head spinning on what I meant. This time Lord Elrond's took a bit longer, but again it was predictable.

''Fine! You sly fox, I swear you were one in your last life. You always use that on me.'' I raised my eyebrows, was Lord Elrond whining? I let out a small chuckle that I tried to cover with a cough, but I was done. I was rolling on the ground laughing by no time. My stomach ached and I could feel Lord Elrond's sulking from here, I knew that Mithrandir wanted to know what the secret of Lord Elrond was, but I took pity on him. I stroked the tears from my eyes with my fingers and controlled my breathing.

''I will attend this council as a boy that means with my cloak. You two are fine with a women in the council, but not everyone. I want that you say something about it when they say I have to take my cloak of yes?'' It was fun having power over the Lord who is sort of the king of this realm. I felt like a blackmailer and I felt power.

''Yes, Lady Elenya.'' But he knew exactly what I hated, being called a lady. I was not even totally comfortable with my full name at first since I was always called Nya, but I got used to that. If there is one thing I hated it was being called a Lady.

''Fine Elrond.'' I sneered at him, like him I knew something about him, he wanted respect and only I could get away with calling him this. He wanted Lord for his name cause that was his title. Yeah this young Elleth had so her tricks.

The rest of the day I practiced with my weapons an cleaned myself for the council. All my pieces of clothing went off. First my bow and quiver then my piece of layered back shoulder armors, my black ragged cloak, my dark brown elven boots and the daggers in it, my black small throwing knives from both thighs, my dark brown almost black belt with golden waves in a braid details, my sword, my dagger, my belt of my bow and quiver. A leather detailed bicep bracelet. My dark green tunic, my faded brown jerkin or bodice whatever it's called. My black elven leggings, my vambrances, my gray undershirt, my locket and my breast bindings. It was a lot to take off, but I was practiced and could do it in a few minutes. The last I did was releasing my braid of the gold hair tie and let my hair loose, there was a small braid that went before my right ear to my ribs with vine wrapped around it as a tie and a blue, gray and white feather in it. I did the feather out, but I never let that braid out of the vine. The bath was warm and soothing for my muscles, I washed my hair and scrubbed my body. When I told Lord Elrond I was going to take a bath he gave me my chambers that I always had when I was here, as always the bed was too big. There was a closet full dresses that I had to wear when I was here when my clothing was being cleaned.

When the water turned cold and it was time to go I stepped out and toweled myself of. Like always my bindings were replaced by new ones, my pants, undershirt and tunic were being washed, but instead of a dress this time there was a new pair elven leggings, gray ones and a blue tunic that stopped by mid-thigh there was a brown undershirt. I put on the fresh clothes, the weapons, put the feather in the end of my braid again, my boots and the locket that I hid under the tunic and left the rest of my gear behind for later. I pinned the black cloak to my shoulders and pushed my red curls under the hood. The shadow was over my face and my sight was limited a little, but I was used to it. As a ranger when I took on the job the most didn't want a girl, so I bought this cloak and observed men's behavior, most where shady over a person in a cloak, but some knew that rangers rather didn't show their face. I walked out of the chambers with heavier footsteps, my shoulders tenser and my walk with larger footsteps, my shoulders were a bit slumped. But I knew I couldn't do it like I rather would because of my height. 5.5 was short in middle earth.

I walked in as last in the council room and claimed the spot next to Mithrandir that wasn't occupied by a hobbit. Immediately the whispers began about the shady person in the cloak. I send a pointed glare to Lord Elrond unnoticeable for the rest, but he saw it. It was my way of saying do something you moron! He began immediately, the whispers stopped and it was quiet. ''Strangers of distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle-Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it, you will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate of this one doom.'' He paused a second and turned his eyes on the whole council. I did the same, dwarves, men, elves, a wizard and a hobbit. What a strange council. His eyes stopped by the hobbit. ''Frodo, bring forth the ring.'' I felt myself take a sharp intake of breath and I prayed, I prayed that I was not that I thought it was, evil had returned to the forest on the side of Isengard. I had checked it out: It was empty and barren, it was dark. Trees had been uprooted and cut. Yet, I thought that there had just been some more orcs that loved destruction and Saruman had wanted nothing to do with it, I took out the small groups. never had I thought I would see this evil here. The hobbit named Frodo place the ring in the middle of the council and took his seat with a sigh that sounded relieved yet nervous.

Whispers started, some louder than others. ''So it is true.'' Was the one that was the clearest, he wanted to speak I knew. So it was no surprise when he stood up. ''In a dream, I saw the Eastern Sky grow dark.'' A pause for effect. ''But in the West a pale light lingered, voices crying 'your doom is near at hand.. Isildur's bane is found.'..'' He walked closer and closer to the ring, ''Isildur's bane'' his voice didn't sound as his own anymore I knew that if I didn't do something there would be trouble. Before I could jump up Lord Elrond warned him ''Boromir!'' He yelled. It didn't work and this time I could only watch. Gandalf leaped from his seat and black thunder clouds formed in the sky while he spoke the black speech of Mordor. I felt an unbearable headache, all the elves looked like they had it too as did the hobbit, yet the man and dwarves wasn't clear. Boromir leaped back from fright or from the magic I do not know.

Elrond however was angry he was yelling at Gandalf that the black speech had never been uttered in Imladris. Gandalf didn't look sorry at all. ''I do not ask for your pardon Master Elrond, for the black speech has yet to be heard in every corner of the west. The ring all together is Evil!'' were his words.

''It is a gift.'' The man named Boromir muttered again. I was livid, this ring was destroying lands, forests, people's mind. The animals were dying! I was seeing red when I jumped up from my seat hands clenched tightly by my side. He didn't stop, oh no he just made it worse.

''Why not use this ring?'' Was what had me grabbing my locket from around my neck. I always did that when I was nervous, scared or angry. It soothed me, it calmed me. Yet I could not be hold this time.

''The lands are dying, everything turns black by the evil shadows! Forests, people, animals'' I all but yelled at him, I did remind myself to speak in a man's voice. ''And you want to use it?'' I sounded as livid as I felt yet a sarcastic tinted me voice in the second sentence.

The man Boromir looked a bit uneasy, but he did not step down. ''What does someone hiding in the shadows knows of these troubles?'' was his steady answer avoiding the subject and I felt ready to pounce him. I was anticipating to see if I can be quick enough to shoot him without anyone getting in the way. I took a step forward.

''ELENYA!'' Gandalf sounded as livid as I felt. It did occur to me that he used my full girls name. I did not want to be defeated by it. I took another step forward this time Gandalf pulled at my cloak, he pulled to high. My hood fell down and I felt my red curls free themselves and fall down till a little over my butt. Everywhere there were surprised gasps, I felt a bit uneasy. They were staring at me.

''Mithrandir'' I whined at him, now I would get in trouble.

''Elenya, why do you always bring trouble to councils. I could handle it just fine.'' Lord Elrond sighed out while walking to me slowly. he knew just as well as I do, that when I'm angry really, really angry I am hard to handle and somehow it happens always on his councils. I giggled nervously and looked around the council, everyone looks shocked at the findings most even slightly angry and insulted. Yet the elves most of them didn't look insulted (and Aragorn), they had some fierce warriors I knew. In Lothlórien we don't have them, but I know in Mirkwood and some even in Rivendell had known a few female warriors. Lady Galadriel told me story's about them when I felt discouraged about it.

I felt Lord Elrond's hands on my shoulders and he was slowly steering me out of the council. My face went from the stoic and uneasy side to even more livid then I already was. ''NO!'' My foot stamped for some effect. I was childish and I knew it. ''I want to know what he has to say to that.'' I spit out and pointed at the man Boromir which is insulting. He gaped at me, Hah! ''My Lord Elrond.'' I quickly added my respect and charms to it.

''Sit down, if you speak again in this council you will have to be removed.'' He spoke at me with a undertone that I quickly understood. He was not joking, he was completely serious. I nodded to him and a quick I promise slowly followed out of my mouth, but then more formal.

I took my seat and when Lord Elrond wasn't watching I stuck out my tongue to Boromir. The council went on. Normally I would not be concentrating and would not follow the rules of Elrond yet this time I could not be send away. This was my problem too and I wanted is out of the world, out of my forest.

''Where was I? Ah it is a gift, a gift for the foes of Mordor. Why not use this ring? Long has my father The Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay, by the blood of our people are your lands kept save. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!'' He looked satisfied for a second and I had to watch it all and hold my tongue.

''You cannot wield it, none of us can'' All the eyes shifted from Boromir to the man at the far end of the council at the other side including mine. ''The One Ring answers to Sauron alone, it has no other Master.'' I had immediately respect for the lean dark-shaggy haired man.

''And what would a Ranger know of this matter?'' The anger was back and I hoped that someone else would silence this man. Ranger or not that does not mean he is less worth than Boromir, because he is right; only Sauron can wield that Ring! Our next saver stood up, I recognized him as the Prince of Mirkwood.

''This is no mere Ranger.'' Oh? This was becoming interesting. ''He is Aragorn son of Arathorn you owe him your allegiance.'' The Prince added in his smooth velvety voice. His hair was a very pale blond almost white and his azure blue eyes surveyed the council for a moment he looked at me and I felt exposed. His eyes went back to Boromir. This was truly a weird day. The real king of Gondor has been found.

All the eyes turned to Aragorn once more, some shocked by the turn of events. ''Aragorn?'' Boromir sounded so unsure. ''This is Isildur's heir?'' He added with more venom. Oh, he wanted to play that game. Because Isildur a very, very long time was to blame for the ring he was blaming Aragorn now. Aragorn didn't look to happy to have that out in the open.

The Elven Prince once again raised his head and said ''And Heir to the crown of Gondor.'' I immediately liked him, he came up for his friend and that was high respect in my book.

''Havo dad, Legolas'' Aragorn said in Elvish with a warning tone, Legolas hesitated, but complied.

''Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king'' Is the final thing that came out of Boromir's mouth with a hiss like he was the one to decide. He circled a little by Aragorn seat and took his own place among the man in the robes.

''Aragorn is right, we cannot use it.'' I felt myself smiling at Mithrandir' words, people will listen to him more than to Boromir. Elrond stood up again and opened his mouth.

''You have only one choice.'' He paused an looked around again, his piercing gaze rested on me a little longer than the rest. A warning I realized. ''The Ring must be destroyed.'' I had no idea what the warning was for, but when an oddly familiar dwarf spoke I understood, this was going to be a fight.

''What are we waiting for?'' he said with his low voice, with a funny accent one I had heard before. He stood up from his seat grabbed his axe and before anyone could say anything. He hit the ring at full force and he flew back on the ground with his axe broken in small pieces, Frodo took a sharp intake of breath and I looked around Mithrandir at him. I felt Mithrandir shift too and knew he heard it, the hobbit looked sick. The people helped the dwarf up his foots.

''The Ring cannot be destroyed Gimli son of Gloín by any craft that we here possess. The ring was made in the fires of mount doom, only there can he be unmade.'' His piercing eyes surveyed the whole council again. ''It must be taken deep into Mordor cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came.'' He stopped again and surveyed the council, his eyes rested once again to long on mine. ''One of you must do this.'' He spoke, the whole council was quiet for a minute, had I been allowed to speak I would have said something just to break the silence.

''One does not simply walk in Mordor.'' The whole council looked uneasy by Boromir's statement, but I agreed for once with the men. ''The black Gates are guarded by more than just orcs.'' He took a sharp intake of breath. ''There is evil there that does not sleep and the great eye is ever watchful. It is a barred wasteland, twiddled with fire, ash and dust. The very air you breath is poisons fume. Not with 10 thousand men you could deal with this, it is futile.'' He made people uneasy by that, although I agreed to discourage everyone was a bit much.

Legolas I remembered was quick on his feet and I held even more respect for him. ''Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond just said? The ring must be destroyed.'' He looked around the whole council and I quickly catched on what he was doing: he was trying to bring the courage back, I didn't need it of course, but I still flashed him a quick encouraging smile. If he had seen I didn't know.

''And I suppose you think you are the one to do it!'' Gimli sounded angry and insulted and brought the new found courage down to zero. I had to remember that dwarves do not read emotions as well as elves. Boromir followed quickly.

''And if we fail? What then? What happens when Sauron takes the ring and takes back what is his?!'' And again discourage. Gimli again seemed to have to say something.

''I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf.'' He stated and that was the last drop. Men, elves and dwarves stood up and began fighting. Legolas held the elves back despite the insult. I saw out of the corner of my eye Mithrandir shake his head and then he also stood up to fight with them. I was in my seat, my face stoic. This was madness, in the corner of my eye Frodo stared at the ring. Making up the decision he hopped of his seat and said ''I will take it." His voice didn't come far, but my eleven ears heard perfectly well what he said. He looked like he was going to try again, but I stood up and walked to him slowly placed a finger on his mouth and winked at him. I went to move in front of him, clenched my fists by my sides and took a deep breath.

''SHUT IT!'' I felt my scream echo in the room a little. That shut them all up and I saw some even cringe, I looked to Elrond but he looked like he didn't mind my interruption and gave me a small nod. ''You big baby's, someone is trying to say something!'' I stepped aside and put my hand on Frodo's head as comfort. ''Go on, tell them.'' I encouraged him and gave him a small push. He hesitated by the newfound attention on him. After another small push from me he gathered his courage and said it again.

''I will take it. I will take the ring to Mordor.'' Gandalf sighed and looked slowly over to Frodo, a grimace sported his face and I realized that Gandalf really didn't want Frodo to go. All the eyes were on Frodo and he looked so unsure, but he kept going. ''Though, I do not know the way.'' Gandalf looked like he had made a decision of his own and smiled a little.

''I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear'' He said. his voice sounded so sure and he moved behind Frodo and placed a hand on his shoulder. I steppes to sides, I was already sure what my decision was, but I wanted to know who more would be cast in this adventure.

The man who also been sitting in the argument, Aragorn stood up and walked forward. ''If by life or death I can protect you, I will.'' He walked forward and kneeled before Frodo. ''You have my sword." I wanted my turn to be there, but I wanted to be last. I saw Mithrandir cast a smile and wink at Lord Elrond and he raised his eyebrows a little. I was covering my chuckle behind my hand. This time the Mirkwood Prince looked ready to say something.

''And you have my bow.'' I was wondering now what I should say if they were all going to say a weapon.

''And My axe.'' I chuckled a bit at Gimli's competitions antics, but it was not heard. Legolas looked a bit uneasy by it, but he would not complain I knew. To my displeasure and I think not just mine. Boromir walked forth.

''You carry the faith of all of us little one, if this is the will of the council than Gondor will see it done.'' The rustling of leaves came and I knew someone else more will join that had been there the whole council, but I had waited long enough.

I walked forward and immediately everything was silent, I kneeled before Frodo. ''I am not the oldest, I am not the wisest, I am not the best archer in whole Middle-Earth, I am not the best sword fighter in Middle-Earth, I don't possess any magic powers.'' I took a deep breath and stared at the ground a little feeling uncertainly creep over me a little, but was not discouraged. ''Yet I will do anything in my power to destroy that ring, Frodo and help you.'' I looked up at him. ''Will you have me?'' I cringed of the sound of my own voice it sounded too weak for my liking, but none had noticed. I could hear the whispers, 'it is a woman', 'don't do it'. I was not discouraged by the whisper just a little uneasy by the long silence of Frodo. A wind came by and I whipped a few curls behind my pointed ears. I heard sharp intakes of breath. 'It's an elf.', 'Should've known' and 'of course! she is so pretty' I heard Boromir whisper the first sentence and my glare was directly pointed at him. ''Of course you are welcome. Any help is welcome.'' I stood up with a cheeky grin and kissed Frodo on the check, he promptly turned red. I heard a few chuckles, but I didn't mind I was so happy.

The rustling of the leaves had my ears twitching again. ''Wait! Mister Frodo is not going anywhere without me.'' I found myself smiling at the new hobbit and we all looked to Elrond. He didn't look at all surprised.

''No indeed it is hardly possible to separate you. Even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.'' His words were biting, but his eyes were something akin to amusement. He raised his single eyebrow and I was reminded of that incident again. I was laughing behind my hand trying to stifle it by holding my breath, I turned red. When I released my air I was laughing so hard. I was laughing on the ground rolling around. He looked exactly like that night of the incident. Everyone was staring at me, but I was only staring at Lord Elrond. He quickly catched his mistake and his face turned stoic again. I was regaining my breath and wiping away tears eyes still curious on me turned away again.

Then two other hobbits appeared one with blond curls and the other with light brown curls, but a completely different face. This time Elrond looked a bit surprised and annoyed. ''Wait, were coming too!'' One yelled and the other added the words of ''You have to send us home in a tied sack''

''Yeah, you need people of intelligence on this mission….. thing… quest.'' The first one yelled again. Everyone stared at him in a 'Are you serious?'

''That rules you out Pip.'' The other deadpanned. I felt my lip quirking up in the corner, they seemed nice and good people.

''Ten compinians…. So be it, you shall be the fellowship of the ring.'' The attention was once again on Elrond once he uttered the words. He sounded so serious that it was official now.

''Where are we going?'' Of the so named 'pip' had my palm on my face. I did decide that I was going to have a close eye on Boromir.


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Elvish Words:

Mithrandir - Gandalf is named like that by the elves.

Havo dad, Legolas – sit down Legolas

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