Dis.: yadda yadda yadda yadda. I don't own LotR...bleeeeeeeh. *evil glint in eye* I could own Haldir.... *did I say that out loud?*

A/N I am not receiving any reviews!!! This is so NOT meant to happen. Uuuuuurk. Please. Reviews are what keep me going. The only person who actually reviews is Kit, aka iced. I thanked her in school...BUT THIS IS NOT ENOUGH!!!!!! PLEASE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I BEG OF YOU WHO READS THIS STORY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Kit (aka iced): noooooo - ang-o is NOT aerriane. I shall have to enlighten you again in school tomorrow.

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A?N: Any are Elvish, bcz I suddenly realized that my previous fic's italics didn't show. *growls* NO ONE IS REVIEWING!

Chapter 6 - Council

The elf maiden accepted his hand, and allowed Elrond to lead her next to him. She stood there, hazelnut eyes glancing around at the room. With no expression on her face at all, she paused, and turned to see Aerriane, who was looking at her.

Aerriane blushed, and looked away.

*How embarrassing,* Aerriane thought to herself, as she made her way pass the crowd to her seat next to her brother. *To be caught staring at a stranger...*

The crowd of people in the council turned silent as Elrond sat down. His voice broke the silence.

'Strangers from distant lands..'

Aerriane shuddered inwardly. She could actually feel those hazel eyes burning into her. She nudged her brother gently and whispered, 'Do you know any idea who she may be?'

Legolas knew who Aerriane was referring to, but made no attempt to answer her back. He was far too engrossed in what Elrond was saying.

'Frodo Baggins. '

Aerriane turned to Elrond, who was eyeing a small, short boy. Aerriane had known from her father's stories of 'outside-of-Mirkwood' Middle Earth that he was a hobbit. She could tell from his furry feet.

'Bring forth the Ring.'

The One Ring. Aerriane's eyes widened. So the many stories her parents had told Legolas and her about the One Ring was indeed true! Well, she knew it was, but never really believed in it till now.

She watched the young hobbit place the Ring on to a small stone table.

Silence once more.

One mortal man gasped out loud.

'It is a gift.'

Legolas frowned and looked up at the speaker.

That mortal man stood up, and began saying things which Aerriane didn't seem to register. He had spoken of Gondor, and how the One Rig could be used against Sauron, the Dark Lord.

At the point of him saying the Dark Lord's name, Aerriane noticed Claenoic's eyes had suddenly downcast. Her cheeks were a little pale and she kept toying with something underneath her cloak. To Aerriane, it was as if she were fingeriing a necklace of some sort.

Claenoic looked up; with a new look of hate, dread and malice.

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There was some commotion in the council whilst Aerriane was busy observing everyone else.

The Ranger Aragorn had opposed to the thinking of Boromir's (the mortal man) speech and now Broromir was sneering at him.

'And what would a mere Ranger know?'

Next to Aerriane, Legolas' eyes narrowed. Aerriane sensed it too, but did not do anything. Besides, she had no part in this.

'He is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.' Legolas's eyes blazed.

Aragron frowned at seeing Legolas reveal his true identity. ''

Legolas glared at Boromir one last time, and obeyed unwillingly.

'Calm down, brother.' Aerriane whispered softly. Legolas grunted back in reply.

Boromir was now looking at Legolas and Aragorn with scornful eyes.

His eyes sent an obvious message: *You? Isildur's heir?!*

Boromir smiled a thin smile.

Looking back at Legolas, he replied rather snippily, 'Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king.'

Aerriane gripped her chair's handles tightly. This person was sure getting on her nerves.

Elrond resumed the council, obviously impatient with the childish manners of Boromir.

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Aerriane stole yet another glance at Claenoic.

Claenoic was now fingering her neck, and seemed to be feeling -

*The rune,* Aerriane thought. *How strange! This elf has a history that is ten pages long indeed...*

Whilst in deep thought, she watched the small dwarf she had seen before rush up towards the Ring with his axe raised up high.

The axe broke. It just did, shattering into microscopic pieces, without even touching the Ring, leaving the Ring unscathed. Aerriane raised her eyebrows.

Elrond did too, and continued, 'The Ring cannot be destroyed by any of our weapons we here possess, Gimli, son of Gloin..'

So THAT was his name.

More commotion.

A whiny voice came up in the midst of all the talking.

'But we can use the Ring! Give it to Gondor!' Boromir, again.

*He sure has got an attitude...* Aerriane looked at Boromir stand up yet again.

Legolas could not stand it anymore. Rising from his set, he yelled out, 'Have you not heard what Lord Elrond said? The Ring has to be destroyed!'

'And are you trying to say that you should leave it in the hands of an elf?'

Aerrinae whipped her head around, to see the speaker. It was the stocky little dwarf, Gimli. Aerriane glared.

'Never trust an elf!'

At those very words, Aerriane jumped up angrily, with some other elves behind her.

She had never felt this angry before. How dare this puny, little dwarf insult her and her kin?

'Why, you puny little wretch, I'll take your head and - ', she said and raised both her hands as though to strangle him. Her brother pushed her back.

Suddenly, through the raised voices in the council, a small voice broke out.

'I will take the Ring to Mordor.'

Aerriane saw a tall grey-cloaked wizard lean upon his stick and sigh heavily. He shut his eyes, as if in pain.

'Although...I do not know the way.'

The wizard, later Aerriane knew as Gandalf the Grey, turned to where the small voice came from. It was the small hobbit, Frodo.

Gandalf approached him slowly.

'I will bear this burden with you, Frodo, as long as it's yours to bear.'

And then, suddenly, as if everything timed out, Aragorn stepped forward, Legolas stepped forward -

Aerriane frowned. She had to do this. Besides, this whole thing about coming to Rivendell was all because of this great task.

Determinedly, Aerriane stepped up.

'I'm coming as well.'

Legolas eyed her.

'Aerriane - you are far too young.' He whispered out of the corner of his mouth.

Aerriane stared at her brother placidly.

'Then just try and stop me.' Legolas sighed, and moved over for Aerriane to stand next to him. He was already preparing for this.

Just then, Gimli stood up and approached Frodo.

'.....and my axe!'

Legolas and Aerriane looked down at him in distaste as he stood next to them, barely reaching Aerriane's hip.

Boromir came along as well. Then another dwarvish boy, claiming that he would never leave his 'Mr Frodo'. Aerriane found it slightly amusing and chuckled, but kept the comment to herself. Two other shorter Halflings ran into Frodo, one of them nearly colliding into Aerriane.

And that was when Claenoic finally spoke out loud.

'You have my blessing..Frodo.'

Palcing her hand on top of the Halfling's head, she uttered something under her breath, and bright fiery flames engulfed Frodo for about half a second, before she pulled her hand back and stepped next to Aerriane.

Aerriane could not help but gape at her even more.

Elrond raised his eyebrows. 'Very well, you shall be....the Fellowship of the Ring.'

From that minute onwards, Aerriane was determined to find out who Claenoic really was.

But there was only one person who would truly know her well enough.

Elrond.

Whatcha think , eh? Sorry it took such a long time to update, but it's the end of school, and I'm really caught up with lots of stuff to pack and whatnots. PLEASE hit the 'go' button right down there. Please. It sucks to think that people who *might* be reading don't bother to review. It hurts to, for the author. Please show you care for this fic! PLEASE. I beg of you, Almighty Reader.

~ciao, Hannerz