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Keep in mind, Nessima was about 1,500 when her parents died so she's about Legolas's age here. Mayb. Just a little younger.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. All belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien. Well, except maybe Nessima. But the rest is Tolkien's.

Sorry if the Council of Elrond scene is a little off. I got the scene off YouTube and it was hard to understand. Especially when Aragorn spoke to Legolas in Elvish. I guessed on that. . .

Over two thousand years passed and I remained in Imladris with lord Elrond. A great bond was formed between me and my adoptive siblings. Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, and even Elrond's foster son, Estel found a deep love for Nessa and I became a valuable part of the family. At first, I forced myself to enjoy Rivendell and become a part of it, and soon I had almost forgotten all of that which had happened when I was but a small elfling. Almost.

I learned many skills there and soon became an extremely skilled fighter, in both the ways of the wood elves and the elves of Imladris. I was one of the greatest archers in Middle-Earth but was even more skilled with my twin daggers. A dangerous enemy to have.

One day, I heard word of four hobbits and the wizard, Gandalf the Gray, entering Imladris. Elrond told me of this and the council he was holding the following day.

"Nessa," he said softly. "the One Ring has been found. A young hobbit has brought it here."

"It needs to be disposed of immediately! Can we not destroy it?" I asked.

Elrond sighed. "We can, but only in the fires of Mount Doom which is, as you know, in Mordor."

"Who shall be the one to take it there? Surely not the hobbit! They cannot fight off the beasts of Mordor! The hobbit would perish before he reached the gates!"

"Yes, penneth, and that is why I am holding a council tomorrow to find the one worthy of being the ring bearer. Would you like to attend?"

I smiled. "Of course, Adar. I would be honored." I stood and looked my father in the eye. "I am going to practice. I shall see you tomorrow."

Elrond nodded. "I love you, penneth."

"I love you too, Ada."

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The next morning, I rose early. I pulled on a deep purple velvet dress with white roses decorating the sides and waist. White ribbons were braided into my hair and pulled back in its usual style. I pulled on white slippers. It was not like me to be dressed so formally, but father had made it very clear to me that I must appear as a lady.

I stepped into the courtyard and took a seat next to my brother, Estel. He patted my leg softly and smiled.

"You look beautiful." He said softly.

I rolled my eyes and nudged him with my elbow, grinning.

My father stood in front of the small group of a young hobbit who must have brought the ring, Gandalf, elves, dwarves, and men.

"Strangers from distant lands," he said. "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. This one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo."

The young hobbit stood and walked slowly to the small pedestal in the center of the group. He placed a small golden ring in the center and turned to sit back down.

Mutters spread across the room. "The ring of power." They were saying in disbelief.

Boromir, a young man whom Nessa had met once before, gasped. "So it is true," he whispered, placing a hand on his chin. He stood. "In a dream, I saw the Eastern sky go dark, but in the west, a pale light lingered. A voice was crying, doom is near at hand Isildur's bane is found. Isildur's bane . . ." He reached his hand forth to touch the ring.

Elrond stood and yelled, "Boromir!"

Gandalf began to mutter a chant as darkness began to come over Imladris. Everyone looked to the sky and few shook their heads.

Boromir stepped back, eyes wide. A red-haired dwarf yelled and Gandalf continue to chant until the darkness left.

Elrond looked around. "Never before has anyone muttered that tongue here in Imladris."

Gandalf sighed. "Do not ask your pardon, master Elrond, for the black speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the west. The ring is all together evil."

"But it is a gift." Boromir said. "A gift to the foes of Mordor."

Gandalf turned.

Boromir stood. "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 safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him."

Aragorn sighed. "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."

"And what," Boromir growled stepping towards Aragorn. "Would a ranger know of this matter?"

A blonde elf stood to face Boromir, a Mirkwood elf whom I almost recognized. "This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." I smiled at the elf's words. I had no place to speak in this council, but those were the words I had wanted to hear.

Boromir stood dumbfounded. He looked over at Estel. "Aragorn," he muttered. "This, is Isildur's heir."

Estel nodded.

"And heir to the throne of Gondor." The blonde elf said.

"Havo dad, Legolas."

"Gondor has no king." Boromir growled at the elf who must have been Legolas. "Gondor needs no king." He sat down and glared at Estel, who did not return his stare.

"Aragorn is right," Gandalf said quietly. "We cannot use it."

"You have only one choice," Elrond said. "The ring must be destroyed."

Boromir sighed in despair.

"Then what are we waiting for?" A red-haired dwarf growled, raising his axe. He screamed and slashed at the ring, he flew backwards and the young hobbit gasped, holding his head.

Nessa leaned forward to see the ring unscathed, but the axe destroyed.

Elrond looked upon the dwarf. "The ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli son of Glóin, by any craft that we here posses. The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from which it came. One of you, must do this."

The was silence. Boromir placed a hand on his brow. "One does not simply walk into Mordor. It's black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The Great Eye, is ever watchful. 'Tis a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breath is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."

Legolas shot out of his seat. "You heard nothing lord Elrond just said. The ring must be destroyed."

"And I suppose you think you are the one to do it!" Gimli the dwarf growled.

"And if we fail, what then?" Boromir asked, standing as well. "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

Gimli stood. "I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!"

The elves stood behind Legolas, yelling at the dwarves who had stood too. Everyone shot out of their chairs and began yelling, but my attention was on Legolas.

He faced the dwarves with anger and hatred in his eyes, yet he held his brethren back. It triggered something from my memories and it came rushing back as if a wave had crashed into me. I felt as if I were drowning in memories. I placed my head in my hands and immediately felt a hand on my back.

I looked up to see Estel standing over me. "Are you alright?" He asked.

I nodded. "I just–I remember now."

"Everything?"

"Everything."

He smiled. "That's wonderful Nessa! Wait until Adar hears! But first, we must solve this issue."

I nodded and watched everyone continue to argue. The hobbit stood. "I will take it." He said. "I will take it!" The room quieted. "I will take the ring to Mordor." He looked over the room and saw the the gazes of every being in the room trained on him. "Though," he whispered. "I do not know the way."

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins." Gandalf said, placing a hand on his shoulder. "As long as it is yours to bear."

Estel stood. "If with my life of death, I will protect you." He knelt in front of the hobbit and looked into his eyes. "You have my sword."

Legolas walked to the hobbit. "And you have my bow."

I stood, ignoring the stares of everyone. "And you have my daggers." There were mutters from around the room.

Gimli nodded. "And my axe."

Boromir walked to the small group. "You carry the fate of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done."

There was a small shout from the stairs. A young hobbit burst into the council meeting and stood next to the hobbit. "Mister Frodo's not going anywhere without me."

Father walked to the group "No indeed. It is nearly impossible to separate you two even when he is summoned to a secret council meeting and you were not."

Two more hobbits ran from behind two pillars. "Aye!" One yelled. "We're coming too! You would have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."

"Anyway," the other said. "You need of intelligence on this sort of mission. . . quest . . . thing."

Gandalf raised an eyebrow at Elrond. "Well then," the first hobbit said. "That rules you out, Pip."

"Ten companions." Elrond said quietly. "So be it. You shall be the fellowship of the ring."

"Great," said the smaller hobbit the taller had called Pip, "Where are we going?"

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"Nessa!" Yelled father, trying to keep pace with me as I ran to my chambers. "Why in Middle-Earth would you join such a quest?"

"Ada, I feel like I need to help! As I listened to the meeting I felt something telling me I needed to go! Please, Ada, do not try and stop me."

Father sighed. "I will not stop you. You have always had better instincts than me. But I will warn you. It will be dangerous. I will never forgive myself if you are injured or killed. Just- Just be safe."

Tears sprang to my eyes. I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his hair as I did as an elfling. "I will, Ada. I will."

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