And so the new Fellowship of the Ring was born. The Elven King, Elrond, called back together all who were at his previous Council, when they had talked with Taiitskun. The members of the Council were busily talking amongst themselves when Elrond called their attention.

"They have come to me," Elrond said. "The Seven who will bare the Ring to Mordor. May I present to you the Seven who shall save our world? Meet Hotohori and Nuriko, in representation of the Elves."

From the shadows up walked to figures. Hotohori was dressed in white, with his long dark hair tied back. In his hand a sword he held, and armor he wore over his white robes. Nuriko appeared as a female figure, with lots of beautiful purple hair and large purple eyes. He wore robes of pink with armor and arm bands, encrusted with two jewels and painted red.

"A female?!" one of the elves cried. "We can not have a female representing the Elves!"

"Nuriko is a man," Elrond answered with a rather red face. "Though his ways are rather . . . female. He has great strength, though, let me assure. Go out to the hall near the guest rooms . . . you'll see a hole through the marble . . . that's where Nuriko was."

"Sorry your majesty," Nuriko giggled. "I was getting mad for not sharing a room with my comrade, Hotohori."

Hotohori said nothing but bowed his head.

"For the Dwarves," Elrond continued, and with this, a stir of excitement came from the Dwarves. "I present to you, Miboshi."

A small child walked out with bald head and a large jewel situated in between his eyes on his forehead. He was dressed in little robes of green, and jewelery hung from his ears and neck. He held a dradle in hand.

"That is he?" the Dwarves asked, a bit upset. "He is but a child!"

"I am not a child," Miboshi growled. "I am merely using this body. I am a 200 hundred year old demon, thank you very much."

He stood in between Hotohori and Nuriko.

"For the Wizards," Elrond continued, "Chichiri the Monk, and Tomo the Illusionist."

Two strangely dressed men came out of the shadows. One had blue hair done in a Mohawk kind of cut, with a pony tail. He had a long staff in hand and was wearing loose comfortable clothing with a cloak over his shoulder. The other was simply hilarious. His face was painted, he wore a gold crown on his head with two long feathers, and his hair was black and obnoxiously long. He wore red robes over tan slacks with knee high boots. His nails were long and red.

Gandalf stiffened a laugh.

The two didn't say anything but sort of narrowed their eyes on Gandalf.

Elrond coughed, trying not to laugh. "And finally . . . for the man, Nakago and Tasuki."

"Alright!" came a shout. In came a red-headed man with hair like fire, and fangs in his smile. He was dressed in a black coat with jewelry on, and he was carrying a large fan. "I am back in action and ready to fight!" The men of the Council smiled. They liked him.

From behind Tasuki came a tall, handsome man, with long blonde hair, cut into a mullet, blue eyes and pale skin. A blue cloaked covered half of his body, which was heavily dressed in armor. He growled, crossing his arms in front of his chest. He did not want to be there. The others edged a bit away from him except for Tomo.

"There you have it," Elrond said. He stood up and walked over to Hotohori. "I'm leaving you in charge. Here is a map of where you are to go. Mind you don't get separated. There are far fouler things out there than orcs."

"Ogres?" Tasuki asked. "Did you say ogres?"

"Orcs," Elrond repeated.

"What's an orc?" Nuriko asked Tasuki. They both looked at each other and shrugged.

"Your journey starts now," Elrond said, as the Council got to their feet, mumbling and shaking their heads. "Have a good one." And then, the Seven were left alone.

After a few moment's of silence, Elrond rushed back.

"Forgot to give you the Ring," and he slipped the ring around Hotohori's neck. Gandalf popped in just in time to call out to Hotohori.

"Keep it secret, keep it safe. Never put the Ring on for it will drive the Ringwraiths to you! Good luck!" And then, he was out of sight.

So the journey to Mordor had begun, to save the world of Middle Earth from Evil. That night, the Council had a party. A big, happy party.