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The Journey Beggins

The next morning I felt a buzz run through my blood. I put on my black leggings, a linen shirt, a brown leather long sleeved coat that laced up at the front by string, black woollen fingerless gloves, a pair of ankle boots and my deep green cloak that looked black when I stood in the shadows. My bow and quiver of sharp tipped arrows went on to my back. I placed my hair into a tight bun and made my way to the courtyard where the rest of the Fellowship Of The Ring waited along with those who wished to see us off. When I arrived I saw Elladan and Elrohir having a quite word with Legolas and Arwen stood by Aragorn holding tightly on to his hand. The Halflings say together on a wall with Boromir for company. Gimli stood talking to Gandalf and Lord Elrond. I descended the stone steps and stood by Bill the pony like an outcast.

The poor pony had bags of supplies hung on his saddle. If he were any weaker I was sure he would have toppled over or fallen to the ground. He was a poor forsaken beast that Sam bought of his cruel, wicked owner. The pony huffed making steams of hot air go into the air like white smoke. Horus had arrived back from Castdeia last night baring news from my uncle who was displeased with my plans. He too thought it reckless and too dangerous but had somehow agreed to let me for fill my plans. Horus now sat upon Bill's back. He still seemed to be in a huff with me. 'I'm sorry, ok. But I could not allow myself to stand back whilst my friends walk to the Black Gates alone with little back up.'

'I accept your apology. Now let us go destroy this bloody Ring before I grow bored of standing on the back of this forsaken beast.'

I laughed at Horus's words and stroked the head of Bill. If I was to go death on this quest I wouldn't go in peace. Oh hell no! I would go down in fury and pride. Death was not something I feared it was but a stage in what was to come. I knew I would pass into the halls of Mandos and await my judgment by the Lord Of Death when I die. The thing I feared most was that I would out live the things I loved.

Three shadows loomed over me. Two of them were exact in everyway possibls and the other was female in shape and height. I shot a glance to my right were I expected to see all of the children of Elrond stood with Legolas or Aragorn but I found no one. I now knew who these shadows belonged to. "Now the time you snog a Dwarf, Tara. We have picked the son of Gloin." A male voice joked. I turned and glared at Elladan who had spoken. "Oh haha. Your the king of comedy, Elladan. In case you can't remember it was a draw. No one won the bet. Therefore I do not need to kiss any Dwarf and you two do not need to write love letters to Gandalf and Lord Glorfindel." I shuddered at the thought of kissing a Dwarf. Elladan laughed and looked at Gandalf and battered his manly eyelashes. Elrohir upon seeing this sent a swift jab of his slow into Elladan's abdomen. Elladan wheezed in pain and glared at his twin brother. "I was only messing around." Elladan mumbled and clutched his stomach. Elrohir smiled at his younger sister who shook her head in disappointment.

Elrohir took off his back one of his two silver Elven daggers. Elladan took off the harness of his daggers and passed one of daggers to Arwen for her to hold. Elrohir slipped the dagger that he held into Elladan's harness. "These are for you. We can't have our best friend running off on a quest with only a bow and a quiver of arrows." Elrohir said as he presented the harness holding two shinning Elven daggers to me. "I call mine Drethan is means one who cuts."

"And I call my Thsan. It means shadow of many battles." He paused and looked towards his dad to make sure his father couldn't hear what was next to pass his lips. "Make sure you kill some Orcs with it." Elladan reminded me in a whisper. His sister rolled her eyes and placed the Elven dagger in her hands on a near by wall. "You will look after him won't you?" She asked with a grave look upon her face. Droplets were forming in her starlight eyes. I refrained the lump in my throat that made me want to choke and gag. "You mean Aragorn? Of course I'll look after him. Even if I must take the blade for him I shall do it without a thought over the matter of taking the blade."

"Thank you." I held out my arm for a final goodbye to Arwen but instead I found myself being pulled into a hug. She let go with a tearful eyes. Her brothers looked at one another. "Put them on then." Elladan gestured to the harness that Elrohir held in his hands. I took the harness and fastened it tightly across my shoulder blades. Without warning I became caught in a group hug with Elladan and Elrohir. "Your like another sister to us so you better come back in a one piece or we shall both go off into the wilderness again, and avenge your death and our mother's death until the Orc scum are wiped from Earth or until death takes us to the Halls of Mandos." They whispered in my ear both in synchronisation with one another. As one their voices were like an old king who ruled over land and sea with a firery spirit. They let go of their tight gripped hug and stood back.

The Fellowship of The Ring gathered now in one group and bowed their heads to the Lord of Rivendell. "May the stars show you the paths to success and may the Darkness fear your footfalls." He spoke loud and clear and a swift wind blew over our heads. Like Manwë himself blessed the quest with his own blessing words. The Fellowship turned their backs and walked across the stone bridge of Rivendell. And so the walk of the 10 companions began and the world began to change for either Light or Darkness, none knew which.

As we treked onwards Boromir talked to the youngest of Fellowship who came in the forms of Pipppin and Merry. He seemed intrigued by their talk of the Shire. It was then Merry mentioned Marshalls of the Shire when Gimli piped up. "So Darkling..." The Gimli began but stopped when he yearned a warning glare from most most of the Fellowship minus himself and Boromir. "My race do not kindly to those who name us Darklings in our hearing distance, Gimli, son of Gloin. We are Nymphs and only go by that name only. If you are going to call me anything I would rather you call be by my name and not an insult of my folk unless you want me to call you the nickname of you race in my tongue or in Common Tongue. There's Sanken that means Cave Hermits or there's Broem that means Bearded Folk or there's Grenso which means Greedy Men. Which would you prefere, Master Dward. Your name or my kinds nicknames for your kin?"

"My name, my lady." He said as politely as he could. I smiled and watched the skies as I walked. It was there where Horus soared with ease. "Good."

Night came on the silver wings of the Moon and stars. Camp was on the outskirts of the thin woods of Eregion on a shelf of rocks. It seemed most of the Company were comfortable with sleeping in the open upon on the rocks. It was only myself and Legolas who only felt at ease in the woods. "Cowards. The night is fair yet you both still long for the canopies." Boromir teased. "Surly it is more dangerous in the woods than it is anywhere else. See, the lands is clear of foes."

I rolled my eyes and walked off into the woods followed by the footsteps of Legolas.

I found a tree easy to climb with a thick branch 17m of the ground. I scrambled up the tree with ease and laid down on the branch. My eyes looked at the sky of small diamonds sewn to vale black fabric. My weapons hung on a branch below allowing me to sleep without hassle of snapping my bow or arrows. Two trees ahead of me, Legolas laid on a branch as still as stone. His eyes were closed though it was odd of his kind to sleep this way. I drifted off into sleep whilst listening to the nightlife of Eregion. No nightmares came once again only foolish dreams of joyest hunt I had once with my father when I he was alive. You may wonder why I have no memories of my mother. That is because she died when I was only seconds old. All I know of her was her dark eyes and the colour they turned 1 second before her soul was claimed. They had turn crimson after they flashes in a blinding silver light. My dad said that was my eyes were not of normal colour in others eyes. I saw only grey when I looked in a mirror but others say they see bright silver eyes that were almost white if I stood in moonlight.

When I woke up I found it was sunrise. Gold light shone threw the canopies. I collected my weapons and jumped down from the tree landing in a crouch. I stood up and looked at the tree where Legolas had slept the night before. He was not there and neither were his weapons. I shrugged and walked back to the camp. I heard in the distance the clash of steel against steel and the calls of Boromir who sounded like he was teaching someone who to time their strikes with a sword. "And the fair Lady awakes from a sleep up in the canopies!" Shouted Merry as he spotted me emerging from the forest. His mouth was full but his voice came out more or less the same way as it would normally do, only it was slightly muffled. Gandalf sat on the rocks with Gimli and was smoking from a pipe. Legolas was looking over the lands with watchful eyes. Sam sat before his campfire tending to the sausages in the frying pan. Aragorn sat with Merry also trying to teach Pippin how to fight with a sword. Frodo sat hunched up against a rock with his head down. I sat a few meters away from Gandalf and Gimli so I could listen in on their convocation. "We must hold to his course west of the misty Mountains for forty days. If our luck holds, the Gap of Rohan will still be open to us. From there, our road turns east, to Mordor"

Gimli shook his head in disagreement. His round bearded face lit up on a thought he had suddenly got. "If anyone were to ask for my opinion, which I note they have not, I would say we are taking the long way round. Gandalf, we can pass through the Mines of Moria. My cousin, Balin, would give us a royal welcome."

I sighed. Why was it that Dwarves prefered the dark pits beneath the ground in chasms of rock and earth? Moria "No, Gimli. I would not take the road through Moria unless I had no other choice"

I breathed a breath of relief when I heard we would not take the path under Moria where it was said the Dwarves delved too deep and woke a Fire Demon of the Ancient World.

I jumped down to where Frodo was hunched up against the rock face behind him. A plate of two slightly burnt sausages sat on his lap. "How are you enjoying this journey so far?" I asked.

"It's good, more like a stroll to Brandywine if you ask me. You didn't have to come you know. You could have gone back to rule your Kingdom" His voice was full of kindness. His blue eyes looked at my necklace which I quickly tucked away under my coat. I looked to the North East and shrugged my shoulders. "That I could not do. I would have to rule from afar, the roads back to Castdeia are full of foes. Anyway, I want that Thing gone from this earth more than most people do. It brought great wars to Castdeia that will never be forgotten by my kin." My voice filled with hatred when I spoke of the Ring, so it hateful it sounded that it made Frodo sway away from me. Quickly I turned my attention to Boromir and Aragorn who were teach Pippin and Merry how to fight. Horus stood by Aragorn's side tilting his head as he watched the play fight.

"Get away from the blade, Pippin...on your toes...good, very good...I want you to react, not think." Boromir said as he moved his sword for Pippin to hit. Sam laughed and made a quest jest to Pippin about his lack of thinking in most situations. "Move your feet." Aragorn suggested after puffing out a circle of grey smoke. Merry clapped his hands for his friend and shouted a congratulations.

I noticed a black cloud moving against the wind in the distance. I stood up and walked to the rock ledge where I stood watching the cloud with curious eyes. It seemed to be a large flock of dark birds or black smoke in the wind. "What is that?" Sam asked aloud. Legolas now too stood to attention keeping watch of the suspicious dark patch in the skies ahead. "Nothing...it's just a wisp of a cloud." Scoffed Gimli thinking he knew what it was. I shook my head a cloud would move with the wind and not against it. "It's moving fast and against the wind." Boromir said with a worried expression which hushed the Company into a eerie silence.

"Are you seeing what I'm seeing?" Legolas asked me. I nodded and listened to the sound of squawking birds with fool cries. "Our foes are seeking us out. Their heading from Isengard!" I shouted loudly. No one moved but the birds moved closer. Legolas mean to the group and shouted something all would understand. "Crebain from Dunland!"

The Fellowship began to dive for cover. Sam struggled to damp out the flames. "I'll do it, Sam. Hide now!" I shouted at him as I put out the flames and beckoned the smoke into the gaps in the rocks. He scrambled under a bush along with Pippin and Frodo but there was now no room for myself and Merry's sword on the stones sat in full veiw of the birds that would soon arrive and rip at my skin with their black beaks. I scrambled to the sword and hide it in a crack in the stones. "Tara! Hide!" Shouted Legolas from under a bush with Aragorn and Merry. I sprinted to the ledge of the cliff and looked down at the long drop. I climbed down keeping my body close to the rocks. I was only 3 quarters of the way down before the Crebain came. Their screatching were high pitched and painful to hear. I closed my eyes and held on tightly, prying for them to go away. Slowly the screatches drew away until they died away. I blew a sigh of relief. "You don't think she fell do you?" Asked the worried and scared voice of Merry from above. The answer came in the voice of Gandalf. "Fell? No. Climbed, I'd say"

"10 points to Gandalf!" I shouted as I clambered up with great effort. The head of Legolas stooped over the ledge looking down at me. "How's things looking down there?" He said with a jolly laugh. I ignored him and moved ever closer to the top. Finally I reached the top. My arms heaved my body upwards. My shoes scuffed the rocks and I finally got my whole body on to the top. "They were looking a bit rocky" I said rubbed my sore fingers that were glazed and red. Horus threw me the daggers. 'How could you be so reckless?'

'I dunno, born with it I suppose.'

Gandalf looked towards to the mountains that were covered in snowy peaks and stormy clouds. "Spies of Saruman. The passage South is being watched. We must take the path of Caradhras"

"Good job, I'm from the North then."

I said quickly not knowing that most of the others didn't get joke. "As am I but I do not see the point of your joke." Gimli said not quite understanding how North my kingdom actually was. "I think what, the lady means is that it is rather cold in winter in Castdeia so she should be ok with the coldness of the pass of Caradhras." Legolas said politely trying to explain my reason for being sarcastic. Gimli glared at the Elf Prince not wanting to be proven wrong.

And so the short trek began heading up towards the Misty Mountains