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Isabelle couldn't help laughing to herself quietly. It had been almost ridiculously easy to follow the Fellowship. They had been moving swiftly across the country that lay past Rivendell, but not fast enough to lose her. She was a fair distance behind them; hopefully they would not detect her presence until they were far enough from Rivendell that they would not send her back alone. Ever since she had overheard one of the hobbits talking to Lord Elrond in Rivendell, she had desired to join their quest. She wasn't entirely sure where they were going or what they were to do, but one thing she knew for certain was that she wanted to go with them. So she had gathered together some belongings and food supplies and waited. It was easy to find out when the Fellowship was planning to leave. In a community such as Rivendell news, even news that was supposed to be secret, travelled fast. Isabelle had simply waited an hour or so after they had departed, told Lord Elrond that she was going for a ride and left. They were not hard to follow. The Fellowship obviously did not expect trouble so near Rivendell and had made no determined effort to cover their tracks. It would not have been that difficult to follow them even if she had received no training, which she had. Growing up with elves had its advantages.
Isabelle could use a sword as well as, or better, than any man. She could use a bow and arrow perfectly. She knew which plants were beneficial to healing and which were poisonous. She was more an elf than a human, except for one thing. She was not immortal. While the elves she had grown up with would remain unchanged, she herself would grow old and eventually die. It was not a thought Isabelle liked to dwell on. For now she was young and strong, and about to have the best adventure of her life.
Isabelle couldn't help laughing to herself quietly. It had been almost ridiculously easy to follow the Fellowship. They had been moving swiftly across the country that lay past Rivendell, but not fast enough to lose her. She was a fair distance behind them; hopefully they would not detect her presence until they were far enough from Rivendell that they would not send her back alone. Ever since she had overheard one of the hobbits talking to Lord Elrond in Rivendell, she had desired to join their quest. She wasn't entirely sure where they were going or what they were to do, but one thing she knew for certain was that she wanted to go with them. So she had gathered together some belongings and food supplies and waited. It was easy to find out when the Fellowship was planning to leave. In a community such as Rivendell news, even news that was supposed to be secret, travelled fast. Isabelle had simply waited an hour or so after they had departed, told Lord Elrond that she was going for a ride and left. They were not hard to follow. The Fellowship obviously did not expect trouble so near Rivendell and had made no determined effort to cover their tracks. It would not have been that difficult to follow them even if she had received no training, which she had. Growing up with elves had its advantages.
Isabelle could use a sword as well as, or better, than any man. She could use a bow and arrow perfectly. She knew which plants were beneficial to healing and which were poisonous. She was more an elf than a human, except for one thing. She was not immortal. While the elves she had grown up with would remain unchanged, she herself would grow old and eventually die. It was not a thought Isabelle liked to dwell on. For now she was young and strong, and about to have the best adventure of her life.