Hi Everybody!! I'm back for yet another exciting story. Ginngle Himmer Smith: Run, Run well you still can!! Yes I love you too G.H.S. Well by now you should know the story. If you don't, you are a sad, sad little person. My version begins at the counsel of Elrond.







"The ring cannot be destroyed by any craft we here possess, Gimli son of Gloin. The ring must be taken to Mt. Doom deep in the heart of Mordor." Elrond's voice was stern and sad. It was also interrupted

"I'm sorry my lords. I hate to interrupt but I must give a message to my lord Elrond." The stranger spoke in a deep almost mystic voice. (For a girl anyway.)

"What child. Who showed you where I was to be found?" Elrond was pissed. And as we all know no one messes with a pissed off elf lord and lives to tell the tale.

"Your twin sons my lord, showed me the way. But I was told to come here with a message. One of the nine walkers will fall at Amon Hen. The ring must leave Rivendell. When I say it must leave I mean it has to have left three weeks ago to out run the Nine." She was some what worried but not too much.

"How do you know this and above all how did you get to Rivendell child?" Elrond was worried and frustrated, what a fun combination.

"I came with my father Lord Elrond. I know where the Nine are because of my foresight. Before you ask I am Alagmetwen daughter of men, more precisely daughter of Gondor." She stood tall and proud.

"Alagmetwen! I told you to stay at home! What would your grandfather think?!" Boromir had stood and was yelling at the young girl before them.

"Sorry papa. But when have I ever obeyed you? I warned you before you left that if you left me behind I would follow you. Lucky for me Diminutive took pity in me and brought me atop his own horse." She grinned.