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Mírien's eyelids flutter open as the bed beside her dips and strong arms pull her into a warm body. She smirks as Aragorn nuzzles his face into her hair.
"Are you asleep still?" He whispers in her ear making shivers run down her spine.
"No, not anymore," she replies turning her body to see him better.
His eyes were watching her as she reaches up and ran her hand through his dark locks.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing, why do you ask?" Mírien says pausing in her stroking.
"You are usually a heavy sleeper, yet you woke up when I came to bed."
"I can't believe Elrond actually let us share a room," she says changing the subject.
Elrond had made it clear that she isn't to go anywhere without being accompanied by someone. This had been the compromise that they had reached late that night. Afterwords Elrond had hurried off to attend to Frodo while Mírien and Aragorn had wandered Rivendell before returning to the room that they had been given.
"You are avoiding the subject, nîn meleth." Aragorn replies looking her in the eye. (my love)
"Gi melin Aragorn, but I don't want you to worry about me." (I love you)
With that Aragorn sighs and grabs her hand that is still running through his hair and kisses it.
"Gi melin Mírien, daughter of Míriedis, no matter how drunk, mad, or blood soaked you get."
He than pulls her close to him and their breathing grows soft and even.
*Dream Begins*
A young Mírien sits in a stool in front of a mirror while a tall, slim, noble looking elf brushes her black locks.
"Sellig, you will soon start your training as a lady-in-waiting for our rîn vuin." (sellig-my daughter, rîn vuin-beloved queen)
"But, Naneth! I do not wish to wait on the Lady!" Mírien whines to her mother, her bright blue eyes looking into her mother's light grey eyes in the reflection on the mirror. "I want to be a Dúndainjust like Adar!"
"Silly child, the Dúndain are only for men and boys. You are also part of the Royal Household and it is your duty to follow in my footsteps."
Then out of nowhere a dagger flies right into her mother's body, the point of the blade coming straight through her chest.
The unseen thrower comes out of the shadows a long, black sword in his hand. He raises it up to stab at the little girl cowering on the floor next to her mother's dead body. Than she wakes up.
*End Dream*
"Mírien, wake up!"
Mírien's eyes flash open and she looks up at Aragorn who is looking down at her with concern in his grey eyes.
"Are you okay, nîn meleth?" He asks as she slowly controls her erratic breathing.
She shakes her head and pulls him to her. He puts his arms around her slim body and pulls her to him.
"You are okay, meleth, get some rest, we have an important meeting tomorrow."
Mírien nods slowly and nestles her face in his chest before they both fall asleep once again.
Sunlight streams through the huge window on the far wall and awakens Mírien from her sleep.
Mírien looks up with sleepy eyes to see Aragorn watching her with a curious expression.
"What?" She asks defensively.
"Nothing, I is just pondering what will occur during the Council. You wish to attend still, correct?" Aragorn says sitting up in the bed and swinging his legs over the side.
"Of course, the Hobbits might sometimes be bothersome at times and they may eat more than two grown men but they are entertaining and I enjoy their company. I wish to know what will happen in their future, especially Frodo and Sam," Mírien replies rising from the bed and walking toward her pack that had been haphazardly thrown in the corner of the room.
"Oh and Merry and Pippin, you do not care for them?" Aragorn says digging through his pack for his extra clothes.
"Yes, well, those two are something else all together. They remind me of us when you first came to Rivendell," Mírien laughs while pulling her pants on.
"Yes, we were something weren't we? Always getting into trouble and bothering the twins,"Aragorn chuckles as he pulls a grey tunic over his pants.
Mírien nods still softly chuckling as she fastens her belt tightly around her waist before turning to see Aragorn waiting.
"Ready?"
"Lets, let's be over with this."
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor." Lord Elrond starts once everyone has quieted down.
Mírien looks across the circle and sees Frodo whom, to her, looks absolutely exhausted. She just wanted to take the Ring and throw it far away and maybe stab the Eye whilst she is at it.
"Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction. None can escape it. You will unite or you will fall."
She chuckles at that statement. Middle Earth is already falling, left and right, Rangers were having to become more and more alert to the dangers approaching the borders of Rohan, Gondor, and the Shire. It is quiet tiresome really.
"Bring forth the Ring, Frodo," Elrond comands.
Mírien turns her attention back to the poor Hobbit. He slowly gets up from his seat and places the Ring on the table. Instantly he looks better, as if a weight had been lifted from his small shoulders.
Instantly everyone around her starts whispering furiously to themselves.
Suddenly a man, whom Mírien assumes is from Gondor considering his attire, speaks softly across and to her left.
"So it is true."
He stands up saying something about a dream and walking toward the Ring.
Mírien sits up alert about what the Gondorian would do.
He reaches out his hand and right as he almost touches the Ring, Gandalf stands up and starts shouting,
"Ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatuluk agh burzum-ishi krimpatul," his words making Mírien's head throb and she feels almost faint. She hardly notices the sky growing dark and his voice becoming dark as well.
Then it is over.
The sky is normal although everyone, especially the elves, held some form of pain on their faces.
Elrond reprimands Gandalf for speaking in the tongue of Mordor, but Gandalf just glares at the council before saying, "That Ring is altogether evil."
Before he can sit down the Gondorian stands once again, "Nay, it is a gift," he insists, "A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?"
Then to her right Aragon stands.
"You cannot wield it! None of us can! The Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," he says angrily.
The Gondorian, who Mírien now realizes is Boromir, turns and glares at Aragorn angrily, even daring to glance at her.
"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" He sneers at Aragorn.
Suddenly Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood, stands up, "This is no mere Ranger. This is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."
Mírien almost applaudes the elf because the look of Boromir's face is priceless. She even sees Frodo turn to look at Aragorn with newfound respect and wonder.
"Aragorn? This is Isuldier's heir?"
"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas puts in.
Mírien softly chuckles at the Gondorian, earning her a glare from Boromir and a warning glance from Elrond. She rolls her eyes at them and returns her attention back to Aragorn.
"Havo dad, Legolas," He says, motioning for Legolas to sit down.
Boromir glares at the elf before spitting out, "Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king," before turning on his heel and strutting back to his seat.
Mírien sighs and stretches whilst rolling her eyes at the Gondorian's remark. Aragorn glances at her and she shrugs her shoulders before looking at a now speaking Gandalf.
"Aragorn is right, we cannot use the Ring."
"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed," Elrond says.
Everyone starts murmuring to each other while Mírien notices Boromir shaking his head in despair.
Suddenly a red-bearded dwarf, who had been silent the entire time, rose.
"What are we waiting for?" He says picking up his axe and slamming it with all his might into the Ring. Mírien notices Frodo flinch and the bearded dwarf goes flying back, the axe in pieces around him.
"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by an craft that we here possess. The Ring is made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back inot the fiery chasm from whence it came," Elrond states rising from his seat, "One of you must do this."
There is complete silence as everyone looks around to see who would be crazy enough to do so. Then Boromir spoke.
"One does not simply walk into Mordor," he says, "The black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep, the great Eye is ever watchful. Not with ten thousand men could you so this. It is folly!"
Then Legolas stands once again and says something about the Ring before the whole council is in an uproar once again.
Mírien isn't paying attention though. She is watching Frodo and knows that by the look on his face that he is in deep thought. Then those dreaded, but expected words come.
"I will take it! I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor."
Everyone stops and stares at Frodo who is standing by the table where the Ring had been placed. Mírien puts her head in her hands and shakes it slowly.
"Though I do not know the way," Frodo continues looking at the council. Mírien raises her head and watches the Hobbit once more curious about the events that were sure to follow.
Gandalf steps forward and places a hand on Frodo's shoulder, "I will help you bare this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."
Aragorn steps forward from where he is standing next the Mírien and approaches Frodo, "If by my life or death I can protect you I will," he says before kneeling before the Hobbit, "You have my sword."
Then Mírien stood and everyone turned to look at her as if noticing her for the first time, "You have mine sword and companionship, Master Frodo."
Frodo smiles up at her and mouths, "Thank you."
After her Legolas comes and pledges his bow and Gimli his axe, Boromir stands as well and pledges himself to Frodo.
Mírien chuckles when Sam ,Merry, and Pippin appear from the bushes proclaiming that "Frodo's not going anywhere without us!"
"You will be known as The Fellowship Of The Ring!" Elrond exclaims while Frodo looks around at all his companions before raising an eyebrow at Aragorn's hand around Mírien's waist. Mírien chuckles softly and Frodo winks at her before getting into an animated conversation with Sam.
"So we are in this together again, aren't we?" Aragorn says turning to Mírien.
"Yes, I suppose we are," Mírien says playfully before Aragorn leans down and softly kisses her. They smile when Merry and Pippin start making gagging noises.
"Yes, yes we are."
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