Did I here him right? A hero? Me? But no. It couldn't be. I only came along because Merry and Pippin would go with the Elves if they refused to bring me along. So why did I stay in here with Elrond? Why didn't he let me wait outside while he discused his wishes with my friends?

The answer I had not expected came soon enough. In fact, It delt nothing with my presence.

"With Frodo in Valinor in the West, and Sam with his wife, I must say, you two are my last hope.

"Meriadoc, having helped slay the King of the Nazgul and your shared victory in the Battle of Bywater, you are one of the hobbits left who have expeirence to take on the task I am about to assign you.

"Peregrin, Being called 'the Prince of the Halflings' and the brave work and your victory in the Battle of Bywater, you are the other hobbit that remains.

"Swahalla, the nephew of Sauron, has rose with a fleet of Nazgul soldiers with plans only to rule Middle-earth and enslave the Elves, Hobbits, Dwarves, and each creature who brought upon the down fall of his uncle, his uncle's Nazgul and the One Ring.

"He created his own Nazgul from the lost souls of 9 mortal men by corrupting their minds with the present greed that resides in all men, the green for power. With this, he told them that they could rule Middle-earth and live disgustingly rich and powerful lives.

Elronds eyes began to glisten with tears.

"But to gain their trust and confidence in his plan, he captured a Royal and appraised figure of the Elven race..." He screamed. "Elladan, my son." A tear fell down his cheek as the words, almost forein to his lips, came from his mouth.

Elrond turned away and walked to the window. He seemed to be pondering hard and then within a matter of seconds turned appruptly around.

"This is why I need your help. Not only is Middle-earth in danger of dying, but my son is at the mercy of Swahalla. You are my last hope. You are Middle-earths last hope. Along with a few of my most trusted, and my self, I have faith we can rescue Elladan and save Middle-earth. Swahalla has yet to take action upon the Shire, so if we work quickly-" he was cut off by a loud bang at the door and the entrance of Elrohir.

"Father! We have word of the Nazgul's whereabouts! They are traveling through the moutains of Mirkwood!"

"In what direction do they travel?" Elrond demanded eagerly.

Quietly, Elrohir muttered, "Numen."

I could feel my heart in my ears, 'Numen'was the Elvish word for 'east'; Swahalla was heading for the Shire.