They all sat waiting patiently in a great circle. It had been quite some time since they had seen each other, and now here they all were. Each member of the original fellowship, save Boromir, sat and waited to hear why they had all been summoned here. King Elessar had sent them each an urgent message bidding them to make hast towards Gondor. And so, they had all come and here they waited. At last after an awkward silence, Aragorn spoke. "I suppose you may all be wondering why it is that I have brought you here." he said soothingly. The looks on the faces of those present confirmed his statement. Indeed they were all very curious. In his message, Aragorn had been unusually vague on the reaons for their journey, but Aragorn has been their leader and he was the king. They would follow him blindly whatever ha asked of them. "All shall be revealed, but it may take some time to explain to you fully." Aragorn continued, " For some time now, we have all been convinced of that fact that evil had finally been defeated, that Middle Earth was safe. Sauran is gone and the ring is destroyed, this is true. Yet the fate of us here may not be so well assured as we may have once guessed for there is a new threat, a new evil. There is a shall I say, apprentice to the Dark Lord. One who wishes to rule Middle Earth, with a crueler heart and more malice than even Sauran, himself . And if that were not enough of an ill fate, there is more. He seeks to avenge Sauran. He sees us as the cause of Sauran's downfall. He will not stop until he has rid the world of the fellowship." A sickening feeling hit Frodo. Once again he was a target to evil forces, and if that was not enough, he was injuring those dearest to him as well! "Why most they pay too!! It was me, I was the ringbearer they should not have to pay!!" Frodo thought to himself. "There is more. We cannot remain here for long. The enemy has learned of our meeting. He is coming to Gondor. We have time, time enough to gather what we must and depart for a safer location." Aragorn explained. "How do you know this?" asked Legolas. "Because I was given a warning." Replied Aragorn. He pointed to the corner of the room. There was a lady standing there whom no one had seemed to notice. She was an elf maiden, tall and slim and quite fair. She had long, flowing brown hair and emerald eyes like none any of them had ever seen. Her long while cloak was draped around her as she stepped forward. "This is Arramiel. She is the sister to Celebron of Lorien. She is to aid us on our journey. Lothlorien is our destination." Explained Aragorn. Suddenly Arramiel grew very pale. She rubbed her head in pain and fell to her knees. Legolas stood to aid her, but she held up a hand to stop him. "No, I am fine." She managed to gasp. In a dew moments the pain faded and she stood again. "Arramiel? What did you see?" asked Aragorn. "You must leave now. You have no time. He is nearly here. We must go now. He is coming for you!"