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Dedication-To Frodo's girl! She inspired me to continue on this story! And I love her fanfic, The Choices and Adventures of Miss. Krista. So cute!!
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It was the dawn of a new journey. The Fellowship was now ready to take on the task set before it. Everyone was getting ready...except...Juliet was still in bed. A youngish elf, Nindë Lúinwë, was trying her best to wake her up, but Juliet remianed in a deep, almost coma-like sleep. Nothing was working, not even fresh baked rolls. Nindë bit her lip, delicately. She quickly went out of the room, only to bump into Merry and Pippin who were coming along the corridor.

"Help me, please! She will not wake up!" she practically dragged them into the room. "What shall I do? Has she relasped?"

"Nope." said Pippin, cracking his fingers. "You just haven't done it right." He then poked her in her exposed side. She shrieked, eyes popping open.

"Pippin, you bloody idiot! I'm so gonna tear you-!!" screeched Juliet, jerking her head up from the pillow, her hands curling into fists. Nindë breathed a sigh of relief.

"Wonderful, you're awake. Quickly, miss, or the Fellowship shall leave without you!"

"Like I'm gonna let that happen!" shouted Juliet, leaping out of bed in just her nightie, and ran around the room, trying to pack everything that she thought she might want into the pack that Alona gave her back in Bree. When she couldn't find her books, she started to panic.

"Where are they?!" she cried, flipping open drawers, looking under the bed and such. Nindë quietly held up a pack.

"I took the liberty of packing your things for you." she said. Juliet smiled gratefully. She then looked down and saw that she was still in her nightie.

BAM! Juliet kicked out Merry and Pippin, sending them flying into the hallway. "She'll be there in a few minutes!" called Nindë from behind the closed door. They shrugged and started out to the gathering.

"What am I going to wear?!" shouted Juliet, throwing open her closet. "My old shirt was ruined at Weathertop, and my skirt was in tatters..." She had found a shirt and skirt just like the ones that had been ruined. She gently took them out of the closet, and held them up. The skirt was a greenish-grey-brown, with a tinge of silver near the seams. The shirt was a normal cream colored shirt, with half-sleeves and a bit of a V-neck. A broad leather belt, imlaid with Elvish script was clipped around the skirt. The belt had an extra loop, and Juliet smiled.

"Does this mean what I think it means?" Nindë nodded. From the closet she pulled forth a blade incased within a scabberd. It was the perfect length for her. It was beautiful, and deadly. Juliet smiled. "Thank you."

"Ths Sisters wished for me to give you this." said Nindë, pulling from a pocket a flute, carved from redwood, and inlaid with birch. Elvish signs ran across it, and a slight silver was inlaid with them. "It is a memory flute. It is able to play anything that you can remember."

Juliet put it to her lips, and blew. A crisp, pure note echoed through the chamber.

"Aa' menle nauva calen ar' ta hwesta e' ale'quenle, Juliet."

"Where is she?" whispered Frodo to Merry. "We're about to leave!"

"She said that she'd be right out..." said Merry defensively. He cast a glance at the main entrance to Rivendell. They were all gathered at the gates, and everyone was getting antsy.

"I'm coming, I'm coming!" shouted Juliet, dashing down the front steps. She was tying her hair up with a bright green ribbon, and her sword bounced on her hip. The flute she had safely packed away in her bag. Her large feet padded the green-brown earth as she dashed towards the Fellowship. She joined them, pulling with a final tug on her ribbon. "I'm sorry." she gasped out. Aragorn smiled with a small shake of his head. Elrond cleared his throat. Obviously, he had been waiting for her. She flashed a sheepish smile in his direction.

Gandalf gazed around at all of the Fellowship. Hopefully, they would remain strong, in the face of peril and death.

"The Ring-bearer is setting out on the quest for Mount Doom," said Elrond. "And you who travel with him, no oath nor bond is laid to go further than you will." Everyone nodded wisely. Juliet breath caught in her thoat.

"This is it..." she thought. "Once I go out this gate, I can never return...not until the Quest is finished."

Juliet saw Aragorn and Arwen looking at each other. That's when she noticed that Aragron was wearing the pendant that Arwen always wore. The Evenstar pendant.

"Farewell," said Elrond. "Hold to your purpose. And may the blessings of Elves and Men and all Free Folk go with you." Legolas and Aragorn both bowed to Lord Elrond.

"The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer," said Gandalf, leaning on his staff. The Hobbits all turned. They had been standing near the front, as they were a heck of a lot shorter than anyone else there. Frodo took a deep breath. He stepped away from the rest of the Hobbits, and they followed in his footsteps. As he moved forward, the others parted for him, giving him a clear path. Gandalf followed close behind him as he stepped out of the entrance to the city.

"Mordor, Gandalf," Juliet heard Frodo ask Gandalf quietly, "Is it left or right?"

"Left." replied Gandalf, just as quietly. He turned left and everyone started to follow.

"Aa' lasser en lle coia orn n' omenta gurtha." called a voice from behind them. Juliet felt a tear the corner of an eye, threatening to fall. Sniffing, she blinked it back. They continued along the path for quite aways. Soon, the safe haven of Rivendell was out of sight. The atmosphere was silent. Even Merry and Pippin were utterly silent. Juliet couldn't stand the oppresive silence any longer. Softly, yet growing in volume, she began to hum. Her steps became light and airy. She started to dance slowly along the path, as everyone stared at her. She began to sing...

"Dancing bears, painted wings
Things I almost remember
And a song someone sings
Once upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory

Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Once upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warm
Horses prance through a silver storm
Figures dancing gracefully
Across my memory

Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember
Things my heart used to know
Things it yearns to remember

And a song someone sings
Once upon a December..." She continued to hum for a more minutes, but she stopped dancing. When she stopped, she saw Frodo smile slightly for the first time in a while.

"That was pretty good, Jules." said Merry, throwing his arm across her shoulder. "Where'd you learn it?"

"I read it in a book once." she replied, throwing her arm across his shoulders, and pulling Pippin into the group. They walked along, talking and laughing.

"Aye, it was pretty good, lassie." said Gimli, hefting his axe higher on his back. "But I wager you've never heard a Dwarf marching song before, eh?"

"No Gimli, I haven't. Care to enlgihten me?" Gimli grinned, and belted out in his fine bass voice, a rather comic marching song. Soon, the Hobbits were toe-tapping and clapping hands. They picked up on the chorus quite quickly, and sang out with him. After that song, Juliet and Merry started to ask Gimli riddles.

"What's round with no lid, yet golden treasure inside is hid?" asked Merry, starting off with a fairly easy one.

"Egg, of course." said Gimli, snorting. "Hands I have, yet naught they touch. People depend on me too much. If there is none, they tend to run, I like to fly when having fun." Juliet looked confused for a minute. She looked at Merry and shrugged. He gave her a glare.

"Time." he said, sighing. She glared at him.

"My turn. My posterior is adorned with feathers. I have a rather long neck and quite a pointy nose. I am able to fly, yet I have no wings. What am I?" Gimli thought, his eyebrows going crazy. He began to mutter, stare at the ground and fiddle with his helmet. "Want a hint?"

"No! No, I can do it." he said, thinking even harder than ever. A few minutes later, he threw up his hands in disgust. "Best give me that hint, lassie."

"Some of us are carrying me." she said, giggling. His eyebrows shot into his hairline, and he pointed with his thumb at Legolas.

"The Elf?"

"No, it's not an Elf." she said, giggling harder. Even Merry seemed to be having trouble with this one.

"Oh, oh, I know!" shouted Pippin, bouncing up and down. "I know what it is! I know what it is!!"

"Alright, what is it?" demanded Juliet, arms crossed in defiance.

"It's an arrow!!" Everyone stared at him for a few seconds. Juliet was giving him the death-before-dinner glare. "What? Am I right?"

"Yes." growled Juliet. Merry and Pippin whooped and started their victory dance. Gimli laughed, his laughter ringing. Juliet gave them all death-before-dinner glares.

Later that Day...
They reached a rocky outcrop that had a pretty flat spot for camping. Juliet sighed, slumping down on a rock. She swung off her pack, and started to rub her feet. They were itching so badly! Curse it! Athlete's foot...grrrr... Curse those blasted rocks!

Aragorn and Boromir disappeared to find firewood. Merry and Pippin started to get into the food.

"Hey! Cut that out, you idiots!" shouted Juliet, who had started to pick at the indentations on her feet. "We need that!"

"But we're hungry!" whined Pippin, picking up an apple. Juliet threw a small rock, causing him to drop the apple. "Ow!"

"Serves you right." she snapped, digging at a rock embedded between her toes. "You touch the food, you have to cook tonight." They dropped the food that they had as if it were snakes. Frodo laughed. Juliet suddenly yawned. "I am so tired." she said, shifting through her pack. She brought out a book.

"Where'd you get that?' asked Frodo, sitting next to her.

"I brought it from the Shire. It's one of my favorites." She opened it, and started to read. Soon, she was aware of a slight whispering. "Hmm? Did you say something?' she asked Frodo who was staring off into the sunset.

"No." he said, confused.

"Oh, okay." she returned to her book, trying as hard as she could to get comfortable on the rock. Suddenly, the whispering started up again. Except...now that she listened...it almost sounded like the Black Speech that Gandalf had spoken at the Council...She twisted her eyes sideways, making it seem as if she was still reading her book...The Ring...

It had slipped out from underneath Frodo's shirt. It was so pretty. The sunlight caught on it, making it shine. All gold and shiny. What would be the harm of just...touching it? Did the air seem suddenly thick? She was having trouble breathing. All the time, the whsipering was growing louder and louder. She could touch it. It was right there...and that chain looked so thin and fragile...she could just grab it off his neck...that shiny pretty Ring...it couldn't be evil, it was so pretty, so precious...wait, precious? Where-? Bilbo's stories!! That was what the creature Gollum called it...Precious...and it was. So pretty and precious...She felt her hand inch towards the Ring...it was so close...

Suddenly, Frodo noticed that the Ring was hanging off out of his shrit. He quickly put it away. The whispering cut off, as if chopped with a White Knife. Suddenly, she could breathe easier. What had she been thinking about? Something gold...and precious...hmmm...corn. That was it. Corn! She missed her father's new harvest of corn. He'd be picking it about now...fresh sweet corn right off the stalk. Nothing better. Ths first corn cob would be Riles's this year, seeing as she wasn't there...no, Rile's didn't like corn. He'd probably give it to Falco. Darn it!

Aragorn and Boromir walked into camp, each carrying a load of wood. They dumped it close to the center of camp, and soon, using flint and tinder provided by Gimli, they had a good fire going. Merry and Pippin had "volenteered" to cook dinner that night, and a pot of stew was bubbling merrily. As it grew darker, Juliet moved closer to the fire. Soon, it was almost impossible to read, as the firelight against the white pages gave her a headache.

"Who will stand watch tonight?" asked Gimli, chewing on a hunk of bread. His pipe was in his other hand and he took a deep whiff of it.

"Juliet will!" shouted Merry, pointing at her.

"You wish!" she snapped, jabbing at him with her spoon, flinging still hot flecks of liquid on his hand.

"No, no, it is fair." said Aragorn, eyeing the last piece of bread. Sam scooped it up, dunking it into his own bowl of stew. "How about this? You take first and second watch with Legolas, and I'll relieve you afterwards." She thought, trying to find a loophole.

"Fine." she sighed, spooning more beef and carrots into her mouth. Merry stuck his tounge out at her.

Much later that Night...
"See anything?"

"No."

"See anything?"

"No."

"See anything?"

"No."

"Why are we doing this?"

"Because we must."

(Silence for a few seconds)

"Do you like cats?"

"Um, what?"

"Do you like cats? I do. We had one or two at home, back in the Shire. Let's see, their names were Huntor and Silver-Slipper. Yes, that was it. They were so cute!"

"Yes, I do like cats. Unfortunately, I do not own any."

"Oh."

(Silence for a few more seconds)

"See anything?"

"Groan!"