You spend most of the next few days in Rivendell with Legolas. You were glad of the good living quarters and fine cuisine that Rivendell had to offer. You checked in on Frodo and the other hobbits a few times, though you did not spend much time with them at all as you preferred to be in the company of Legolas, even deciding to hang around with him rather than researching anything of your past, thinking only about it in times when you were alone.

You also hadn't yet had the chance to speak with Aragorn about the full events of what had happened to you while you were captured as he seemed to be in meetings all the time with various interesting people who were arriving in Rivendell. You wondered what all these strange people from far off lands were gathering here for. Among the people gathering, you saw your first dwarves. Legolas made sure to keep you away from the dwarves and murmured about how unfriendly and greedy they are, and from what little you saw of them, they did seem to be a little hostile.

You also met a man named Boromir from Gondor. He tried to impress you with his knowledge about the wilderness and lands far off. He also spoke much about how great of a warrior he is and how necessary he is in the defense of Gondor. You didn't really care for Boromir and he seemed to be a bit egotistical to you but you found his tales to be quite amusing anyway. Legolas seemed almost jealous of the attention you paid to Boromir when he was telling one of his fascinating and exaggerated tales.

When you and Legolas had time alone together, the two of you would walk through the numerous gardens, holding hands. They were quite enchanting and you were impressed at their beauty.

"This place," you say gesturing to the area around you, "is better than Mirkwood." You studied Legolas's face, searching for a reaction. To your surprise, he smiled softly.

"I'm ashamed to admit that I must agree with you," he replies quietly.

"What?" you're shocked.

Legolas turns to look at you, "you look so much more beautiful in the light of the sun rather than the shade of the trees." You're taken aback by his words. You stutter out a few syllables. Legolas places a finger over your lips, silencing your attempt to say anything. "Everyone, even you, looks better when they aren't being attacked by spiders." He grins at you, pleased with his joke. You storm away from him, feigning anger. "Aiweneth! Wait! I was joking!" He quickly catches up with you and takes your hand again.

The next day, was the Council of Elrond. You were not invited to attend it until the last minute, when Aragorn decided that it was necessary that you be there. He had not forgotten about the visions you had told him of about the dark tower of Baraddur, though you had never told him about seeing and speaking with Sauron himself in them.

While you knew it was somewhat of an honor to be invited to the Council, you found yourself to be bored being there. None of the lore they spoke of was new to you. It felt as though you had more than just learned about it at some point in your life, but as though you had actually been there during the making of it. Of course you told no one of this feeling, but sat there pretending to be interested and engaged. Besides, you figured that perhaps you are a Noldorian elf who had crossed the ice in the First Age and thus, you would have had much knowledge about and perhaps maybe even a hand in some of the events that had happened in Middle Earth.

Finally, the topic of the ring came up. Frodo set it upon the round table in the middle of the courtyard. While you had been in the company of the hobbits for some time, this was actually your first time seeing the artifact.

"Mmm... that is powerful indeed," you hum quietly. Aragorn glances over at you, causing you to flush. "What? I can feel its power..." you murmur. He looks away again as the council starts to discuss what the ring's fate should be.

You sit there and listen to the discussion, you don't know what should be done with the ring and have no suggestions either. You watch as Gimli quickly rises from his seat and tries to destroy the ring with this great axe. The moment he brings his axe down upon it, you see a blinding and fiery vision quickly flash before your eyes. You see Sauron's face clearly, almost as though he were standing there before you. You blink and shake your head quickly and the vision is gone.

"You okay?" Legolas asks you, a slight hint of concern on his voice.

"Yeah. I just... can't believe he thought that would work," you lie.

"Oh yeah, elf maiden? Do you have any better ideas? I haven't heard you say a word all day," Gimli growls at you.

"I don't have any ideas on how to destroy this object, but I do know that you cannot destroy it with simple brute force. It must be melted by a fire hotter than any forge," you reply calmly.

"Leave it to a dwarf to think every answer involves chopping something with an axe," Legolas says heatedly.

Gimli rises from his seat, ready to fling himself at the elf. But before he can do so, Elrond calls the council back to order. They discuss the ring a little further until Elrond and Gandalf come to the conclusion that the ring must be thrown into the fires of the very volcano where it was made, Mount Doom. While they are deciding upon the nine walkers, you volunteer to go on the journey. They accept your offer and debate upon the remaining two. As they are deciding, the three extra hobbits come out of hiding and volunteer themselves. Elrond advises them not to go, telling them of the hardships they will face along the way and the great potential of never making it back alive. The three hobbits are adamant about going.

"So there will be ten walkers; one for each ringwraith and one for the dark lord."