Ummm… I'm sorry if this chapter turned out too much like the movie, but I had already given the information I wanted, and it was not needed. I also figured you did not want to read a chapter that was ten pages long. ^_^;; If you did, I apologize.

By the way, I have the sincerest thanks to Weasleytwinlover, and Took. You've given me more the reason to continue this. Thank you, cookies to you! *Gives them some cookies* Here you go, enjoy!

~Hoshiko

Council of Relnohen

Ondril and Brom were allowed out of bed the next day. They were told that there was a council that they were supposed to attend the next day, and that Param and Terry were asked to come. Param and Terry had become rather secretive after they had told Param and Brom that they wanted to show them something, and had taken to pouring over a scarlet colored book.

Now was one of those time, and they were sitting in the corner, flipping through it.

'Look, he's got to look like him!'

'No, he's Frodo, not Sam!'

'Oh… who's the Baggins?'

'Frodo!'

'Oh…' They whispering this rather loudly, Param lightly punching his little cousin. This was the first time they had said anything loudly, and Brom and Ondril had caught it all.

'What are you two looking at?' Brom asked, curios. He went over to the two, and Param and Terry closed the book quickly. Brom could see the title, though. It read 'Descriptions of the Fellowship' and it looked rather old. He laughed to himself, and shook his head.

'So, that's what you've been up to. Trying to figure out who's like who?' he asked, and they nodded.

'Yes… I think we've figured it out, too. For the hobbits, I mean.' Terry said, and opened the book. 'Now, Ondril's Frodo, you're Sam, I'm Merry, and he's Pippin.'

'Or, I could be Merry. I'm older than you.'

'Only by a few years.' Param said, and Brom walked away quickly to let them battle it out. Ondril followed, and laughed when they went out into the hall.

'They could be arguing for weeks.' He said, shaking his head. The two walked out on the balcony, and looked out at the scenery around them. Below them elves were walking around, enjoying the serenity, and the water rushed from the Bruinen in a rather calming white swirl. While Ondril enjoyed the scenery, Brom stared at his feet until Ondril noticed him, and he looked at his best friend and companion.

'Brom? What's wrong?' he asked, and Brom looked up, startled. He had been too lost in his own thoughts to realize Ondril had been looking at him.

'What? Oh… nothing. It's just, Mr. Ondril, it feels strange…' he said, and Ondril furrowed his brow.

'What is it, Brom?'

'Mr. Ondril… do you feel as if… we've been here before? It seems oddly familiar…' he said, and looked around. 'It's like… I can see scene's happening around me…' he was seemed to be getting worried with himself, and Ondril nodded.

'Yes, I see them too.'

'So it's not only me?'

'No, Brom, it's not only you.' Ondril said with a smile, waiting for Brom to call him Frodo, but Brom just looked back down at his feet again. The words never came.

The rest of the day passed, Param and Terry agreeing that Terry was Merry, and Param was Pippin, only because their names had something in common. Their last names helped with that decision, too.

Today was the day of the council, and everyone had been awoken early. They were fed in their rooms, and led to the place where the council was to be held. There they found that they were the only ones to be there, besides Dweller, who was sitting in a chair next to the largest one. They were ushered to four chairs, same size as the others, and were asked to sit while they waited the others to arrive. Brom, Param, and Terry did so, but Ondril started to pace around the pillar. He could remember what had happened last time he sat in that chair.

'You might as well sit, Master Baggins.' A voice said. It was Dweller, and she was looking at him with a grave look in her eyes. 'I doubt you have recovered fully, and we might be here a long time.' Ondril nodded, and got into the chair, feet dangling over the side. A few minutes later they were joined by a group of elves.

They glided up to the chairs, and sat down gracefully. The hobbits had been surrounded by elves sense they first arrived, but their fluid movements still seemed to entrance the hobbits. They did not realize it, but they deeply respected and had much gratitude for the elves that still graced the world with their presence. There seemed to be a calming effect when they were around. The group in front of them seemed to be of every kind of elves. There were some with dark brown hair, and some with light blonde, while others had a light brown. Only two of the elves had light brown, though. One was a female, and the other was a male and they looked like siblings. When they sat down the male started speaking with Dweller in Elvish, and only looked up when the dwarves came.

Dwarves. None had been seen near the Shire for years, and they were something else the hobbits were not used to. They tended to be rather loud, speaking in a booming voice, and laughing with a deep ha-ha-ha or ho-ho-ho. Most of them looked older, with long, gray beards, braided in different ways to show their status. There was one, though, with a beard not so long, and he would cross his arms rather frequently when they would pick on him for something. He would come back with something, though, and the others would laugh at the one he had made the comment to. They always seemed to try and top each other, but it was plain to see that they were having a good deal of fun doing it, too.

The elves looked at the dwarves with much distaste, but the dwarves did not acknowledge their presence. They were having too much fun picking on the younger dwarf for something. The elves rolled their eyes, and continued with their conversations.

The men were the final people to come, and they walked up quickly and sat next to the dwarves, joining in on their conversation. The men were a different race totally. They could be reserved, but could also be very loud when they wanted to be. They mingled well with both Elves and Dwarves, and could be seen sitting with both at the dinner table. The men were tall, like the elves, though not as tall as them, and had very proud features. Though most were gray with years, again there was one man who was not. He had golden hair and stern, blue eyes. He had a grave face and sat tall in his chair. Every once and a while he would glance at Dweller with looks of curiosity, but all talking stopped when the Istari came.

Brendalin was the only one there like himself, and he came with the new Lord of Imladris. He sat down next to Ondril, and Relnohen stayed standing until he knew that he had everyone's attention. When he was, he looked around at the group of men, elves, dwarves, hobbits, and the lone wizard.

'Many years ago there was a group called the Fellowship who traveled together to answer a threat. A great threat that Lord Elrond explained as the threat of Mordor. Now, thousands of years later, there is another threat from the desolate country. Ondril,' he said, and Ondril looked up at him, 'please place the Stone on the pillar for all to see.' He said, and Ondril did so, standing and placing it on the stone pillar. When he did so he could feel a great pain lifted from his shoulder's, and he breathed out slowly.

'This is the Londesarn. Dusk Stone. Created by Sauron when he saw that the Ring alone might fail, and became worried. In it holds the power equal to that of the Ring, able to recreate the Ring if given the chance. It must not be given that chance, it must be destroyed. Some one here must be the one to do that, but who is willing to do so?' He said, and all were quiet. After a moment the young man stood, and looked at the group around him.

'For years my country has been wondering when this threat was going to show itself, and we were eager to come when we got the summons.' He said as he rose, and Ondril looked at Brendalin.

'Who is he, Brendalin? He looks like Faramir.' Ondril asked in a whisper, and Brendalin looked up at the figure.

'He is Teredon, son of Theredome, from the country of Gondor. And his direct ancestors are Faramir and Lady Eowyn. Their house has not lost being the Steward of Gondor sense the War of the Ring.'

'There is still such a country?'

'Yes, my dear hobbit, as there is still a Rohan with a king.' Brendalin answered as Teredon continued.

'We have heard of Mordor's movement through the years, and have started tracking it. They are breeding great armies, and are planning on moving them out soon. Mordor's power is growing, and it cannot be stopped.' He said, and Dweller looked up at him.

'It was told by Boromir, son of Denethor, many years ago the same thing. It is not hopeless, but someone needs stop it before it gets out of hand. They were very close to having it be too late. We must stop them before it gets to that point.' She said, and Teredon raised his eyebrows at her.

'You know much about this subject for a Ranger.' He said, and Relnik cocked an eyebrow.

'As she should. She has the same fate as the last Ranger. Aragorn, son of Arathorn, I believe, was the last Dunedain in his time, too.' He said, and Dweller shot him a death glance, though she did not protest against it.

'Now, now, please. Let us not get touchy about subjects of that. If we are going to fight about that, then we might as well leave and let Sauron regain power.' Brendalin said, standing.

'I believe the dwarves have something to say about this.' An older dwarf said, and stood, Teredon sitting down. 'Long have we resided under our mountains, minding to our own things, but this summons concerned us greatly.

'For years there has been rumor that our great fortress under the Emyn Muil mountains have been overtaken by orcs, but we refused to believe it. Until we sent someone to the old doors, someone we knew had knowledge of the password, did we believe it when he and his companions did not return. They were killed by the orcs that now reside deep in the mountains. They only know of you if you go under them, but when you do they are ruthless. This was our sign that Sauron was regaining power, and we are determined to stop him.' He said, and sat.

'This is grim news you bring Droin, son of Broin. It gives us greater reason for haste. Now, who is willing to take it?' Relnohen asked, and again there was silence. When no one spoke up, Teredon stood again.

'If no one else is willing to take it…' he said, and stared into the stone. Ondril was doing the same, and in his head he could hear the stone whispering. It grew louder as Teredon became closer, and when it became too much he jumped up, speaking for the first time.

'I will take it.' he said, and Teredon's head jerked to him. To Ondril's surprise, Teredon looked rather relieved, as if he hadn't really wanted to take it. Relnohen tried to hide it, but a small smile crept onto his face all the same.

'Very well, Ondril. But we cannot allow you to go alone. Nine I will send, who else is going to go with him?' he asked, and all the hobbits jumped up together.

'I wouldn't feel right if Mr. Ondril were to go by himself.' Brom said, and stood next to his master.

'And of coarse we'd feel left out if we weren't to go!' Terry exclaimed, and Param nodded.

'Yes, traveling to a desolate country just wouldn't be the same for him with out us!' Param said, trying to be helpful. He succeeded in making Ondril's face go paler, and Terry elbowed his cousin.

'You're a wonderful help.' He said, and Param shifted his weight, realizing what he had just said. Dweller then stood, and went over to them.

'I will go. Hobbit's by themselves would not last very long in the wild.' She said, and Brendalin stood.

'They would not be alone, Aradraen, for I will be going with them.' He said, and Relnik stood, seeing the look his father was giving him.

'I will go, too. My bow will come in use if we come across anything unpleasent.'

'Well if the elf is going, then I am.' The dwarf with a shorter beard said, standing. They noticed for the first time that his voice was slightly higher pitched than the other dwarves, and his ears were not as large as the others.

'Seven men and one female. I will go, too, for I want to see this done, for Gondor's sake.' Teredon said, and the dwarf, who's name was Froin, snorted.

'Six men, and two females. I'm a female.' She said, and the dwarves, though the moment was an important one, chuckled. Everyone glanced at her, but they knew of the Dwarven woman's appearances, so they said nothing, and Teredon apologized.

'I'm sorry, ma'am.' He said, and she nodded.

'It's understandable, just as long as you don't do it again.' She said, and when Teredon joined the group, Relnohen nodded.

'Very good, all of you. You realize the danger you are putting yourself in, and that you are not held to your choice.' He said, and they nodded. He smiled, and out stretched his arms. 'It has taken an age of this world, but the races have again set aside their differences to form one common bond. I declare you the new Fellowship of the Stone.'