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Seven

By my reckoning, it was October 24th when Frodo woke up and Breya arrived in Rivendell with a small company of dwarves. As soon as Frodo had been brought into Rivendell, messengers went out to all the free kingdoms to send an ambassador regarding the One Ring.

I was in the archery ranges with some of the younger elves, teaching them where Tegalad would usually do so when Lothiriel found me.

"Falathiel…Breya is here with a company of dwarves," Lothiriel bowed, interrupting the class. "They're been settled in the guest quarters. Mithrandir also asked me to inform you that Frodo is awake."

I brushed a strand of my braided hair out of my face and looked to my class. "We will break off a little early today. Dismissed." I jumped over the fence gracefully and most unbecoming of an elf to find my way first to Frodo's room then to Breya's room. Ghost trotted after me with his tail wagging and his tongue handing out.

Frodo was up and about when I got there. I realised by the look on his face that this was the first time that he had been to Rivendell and he was awestruck by the beauty of this place. Gandalf was sitting on a chair on the balcony smoking his pipe. It was the first time I had seen him in a long time but I couldn't help but wonder why he hadn't been with Frodo in the first place.

"I'm glad you're awake," I spoke out, making the hobbit jump.

Frodo turned around and grinned when he saw me. "Falathiel!"

"How is the wound?" I inquired, sitting down across from Gandalf and motioning for Frodo to sit.

"It hurts a little," he confessed. "It's cold most of the time."

"It would be," I assured him. "You were stabbed with a Morgul Blade. Did Elrond get the slither out?" I asked Gandalf.

The wizard nodded. "Yes, but it will always be there, the injury."

I patted Frodo's arm sympathetically and then messed up his hair. "At least you're ok, you can see Bilbo once you're feeling up to it." The hobbit's face lit up when I mentioned his name. "The affect that the ring had on Bilbo-keeping him young-has been stopped. He's old now, Frodo, in body as well as mind. Perhaps you should go to him instead of him coming to you."

"Thank you for bringing Sam and the others here," Frodo whispered.

I smiled. "No problem, Frodo. I'm just glad you're safe." I looked over at Gandalf and sighed. "You will be at the Council, I assume?"

Gandalf nodded. "Yes, Lord Elrond said he has asked both Breya and yourself to be there. It will certainly be something to see Breya in an environment like that. She's certainly hot headed."

"She only has us to blame," I corrected him. "I must go speak to Breya, I understand she's here with a dwarven delegation, I want to see who came, Kili would have sent someone familiar to Rivendell-or so I hope." I hugged Frodo and kissed him on the head before started off to find my student.

I came around the corner to find Breya in her travelling clothes deep in discussion with Legolas, son of Thranduil, prince of Mirkwood. I sighed and rubbed my temple to catch their attention. "I did not think that Thranduil would send his only son to seek council with the races of Middle Earth. Greetings, prince of Mirkwood."

"Greetings, Falathiel," Legolas bowed.

Breya smirked. "Well, it appears I have found her, perhaps you two would like to catch up? I've got to clear some things up with Gloin -"

"Gloin is here?" I grinned. "I knew Kili would send someone familiar to Rivendell, I just did not think it would be Gloin." I glanced at Legolas. "It's nice to see you again, but we shall have to speak later. Come on Breya." I grabbed Breya's arm and dragged her away from Legolas. "What on earth are you doing?" I snapped.

Breya snorted. "Clearly he has feelings for you so I thought maybe you should start thinking about getting married or whatever it is you elves do."

I rolled my eyes. "It's not as simple as that, Breya. You know that."

Breya dug into her cloak and pulled out a letter sealed shut with Kili's royal seal. "You need to read this, it's from Kili. I don't know what it says but whatever it is, it's important."

I took the letter from her. "Can you stop trying to play matchmaker with me?" I snapped. "Eleniel does it to me whenever she can and now you're doing it. Just cut it out."

Breya laughed. "Sorry, just trying to help. Read that letter and then come in, Gloin will want to see you. You should visit Erebor more often."

"If I did, Kili wouldn't let me go," I laughed as I broke the wax seal on the letter.

"I'm serious," Breya spoke. "About Legolas though. You haven't taken a liking to anyone since Thorin and Legolas is easy on the eye."

I ignored her and leant up against the wall and waited until Breya left before I opened the letter.

Falatheil,

I entrusted this letter to Breya because I had no other option.

You will learn that messengers of Mordor had been coming to my gates and asking questions about Bilbo and his nephew and his little ring. These questions worry me but none so much as the questions they've been asking about you.

I warn you to watch yourself and stay away from any business involving that ring. I fear it does not bode well for you.

Unfortunately I know you which means you won't listen to what I say.

Good luck,

Kili

I folded the parchment up and tucked it in my boot with a frown on my face. In my visions I had heard that Sauron had plans for me but I never had any other visions to tell me what exactly what they were. I crossed my arms and bit my lip.

Let me show you just what kind of future you will face if you take your rightful place within our ranks.

Those words were always going to be a haunting part of my life.

At least until the ring was destroyed.

I hoped that this was what we would talk about at the council tomorrow.