Eldarion sat with his mother in her chambers, holding in his hands the shards of Narsil. Arwen spoke softly to him, 'You got this out of the house of artifacts last night. Correct?'

'Yes mother.'

'You then used the broken blade to kill three orcs. Correct?'

'Yes.'

'You say you felt something like magic pulse from the sword while you killed these beasts.'

'Correct.'

'Then it is true. My own son the heir of Isildur,' she said with glee, 'The broken blade you hold in your hand is the legendary Narsil. The same blade that hacked the fingers off of the Dark Lord's hand, and it has chosen you to be its keeper.'

'Mother what must I do?'

'You must if you want to follow your destiny, take the shards of Narsil and have them forged once again into a full sword.'

'Yes mother.'

Faramir sat down against the chair in his room. The night before the five hobbits had defeated twelve orcs alone, back-to-back. However in the battle Merry was stabbed deeply by a dagger. The elf healers had come in and patched him up but had also told him he would need rest for about a week, which put the quest for the rings off for at least that long.

Merry had been asleep since Faramir had arrived and now didn't look about to stir. 'You'll pull through buddy,' he whispered to his wounded companion.

Another entered the room it was Ham the real hero of the fight. Ham had held off five of them while Bilbo and Pippin were checking their fallen brother and while Faramir was recovering from a slight blow to the head.

'Faramir, Eldarion is calling a meeting of the Fellowship in the conference hall,' Ham said checking his brother with his eyes.

'I'm on my way,' Faramir replied.

The Fellowship met in an outside courtyard adorned with ferns around the sides and a fountain in the middle. Eldarion sat in a large chair around the circle while the hobbit sat in four smaller ones around. The spray from the fountain made the warm day even more comfortable, cooling down everyone. Once the talking of the hobbits had died down Eldarion spoke. 'As you all well know the Orc is in search of all the rings of power. He knows we have two of them, and if we're right he has two also. The next ring is in Moria held by Gimli the dwarf who all of our fathers had in their first Fellowship. We must get the ring before the Orc gets it.

'As we've experienced from Elrond, even the most trusted friends are capable of a sort of betrayal. His betrayal was because of the grasp the ring of power had on him. We must expect Gimli to commit the same betrayal all though I hope it won't have to be that difficult.

'Now there are to paths in front of you now. You can either choose to stay with Merry or you can come with me to Moria. We really need two to stay back just in case orc try to take the city again. After we get the ring in Moria we will return and the Fellowship will be reunited. Are there any questions?'

Pippin sat back and said, 'Why don't you stay here? You're our strongest fighter and if more orc arrive then you would be able to do the most damage.'

'Pippin, I have another reason for going. Last night I was shown as the heir of Isildur. I am the true owner of the blade Narsil and it is my destiny to get it back together. That is why I must go.'

'I'll go with you,' Bilbo volunteered.

'And I will too,' said Pippin.

Eldarion spoke again, 'Are you two fine with staying behind with Merry?'

Ham and Faramir nodded.

'Good. Well then I guess I can dismiss this meeting.'



A/N. Ok its come to my attention that I screwed up on ages. I'm still trying to find a name for a son of Gimli, and where can I find out more about the Grey Havens. Thannks.