((Disclaimer: I don't own Tolkien's stuff *bounce* People, places, whatnot *bounce* Um, all the stupid made up stuff is mine, sadly. I must thank Kippur, 'Wen, and Bodldops('Ro) for their help of various kinds, and also to everybody who's reviewed and/or shared comments on this. *grins and bounces* Without further delay, the much-awaited conclusion to my little parody. ^_^))
It was finally time for the Council of Elrond. Everyone was present, Elrond himself, of course, Erestor, Glorfindel, and the other councilors, Galdor from the Grey Havens, various dwarves including Gimli, the humans from Gondor and Boromir, Frodo, Gandalf, and of course Legolas, the prince from Mirkwood, and Aragorn.
There were three unusual members, however.
One was an elf. Tall, slender, and beautiful, she had to be a princess. Her long black hair fell about her shoulders, and her silver eyes were intent on the faces of those around her. She was clad in white tunic and breeches and she sat next to Legolas. Visible on her hand was a beautiful silvery ring.
Just as she sat down, she jumped back up and turned around, confused. She picked up a small, very prickly bramble off of her seat and frowned. Who had put that there? She shrugged elegantly and sat down again.
Another sat on the other side of Aragorn. She had flaming red hair and blazing emerald eyes, and wore baggy black jeans and a tight black spaghetti-strap shirt. She was also slender, but she was not an elf, not all elf anyway. She was a long-lost daughter of Elrond. You see, her mother, a mortal, had also come to Middle Earth, a long time ago, and had fallen in love with Elrond before he'd met Celebrian. In the Last Alliance, though, Shadow's mother had been killed. Elrond was stricken with grief, and had decided that he would have to send Shadow away, somewhere she could live safely. Gandalf had transported her to Earth, but she'd never quite fit in there. Her foster parents never understood her, and she hated it. She had vague memories of Middle Earth, and Elrond, but once she had come, she had begun to remember her past. She was quiet about it though, because she was still bitter at being sent away. How could her father do that to her?
In other words, she was pouting and being her generally snotty self. She sat with her arms crossed and a foul expression on her face.
The third was perhaps the most odd of all. She was a hobbit-fairy hybrid, who had long golden hair and violet eyes. She was small and dainty, but she was very powerful with her magic. She was sitting next to Frodo and Gandalf, and she had a very wise expression, as if she already knew what was going to happen. She was currently picking yet another rubber band out of her hair. It was the fifth one, and she wasn't quite sure what they were, nor where they were coming from, but they were starting to get annoying...
Elrond had been watching the council members, a slight frown on his face. He could feel that something was distinctly wrong here, and it was not the Ring. His own Ring, Vilya, gave him a bit more clarity of mind than the rest of the poor, hapless members of Middle Earth. Shadow was of a particular oddity to him. He had these memories that he felt were certainly not his.
He shook it off. He had a Council to focus on, after all.
"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old..." He began.
The Council went on fairly normally from there, in perfect movie-verse. Boromir suggested using the Ring, Aragorn interjected, Gimli tried to hack on the Ring with his axe, and so on. The trouble started when Frodo declared that he would take the Ring to Mordor, an after Gandalf said that he would guide him.
"You should not have to carry this burden alone," Lily announced and went to stand with Frodo gracefully. "I will help you," She smiled at the hobbit in what was supposed to be a kindly way.
"You have my bow," Legolas told Frodo, as he followed Lily to stand with the hobbit.
"You have my sword," Aragorn told Frodo. Then Shadow hopped up.
"Mine too," She said and shot Elrond a defiant look, in case he tried to argue. Elrond, meanwhile, was still looking faintly disturbed, but he did not interfere.
"And you have my axe," Gimli said, joining the group. He gave the elves a wary look, but said nothing more.
"You bear the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said as he walked over, delivering his lines flawlessly. "If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."
"Frodo can't go without me!" Serena trotted over to Frodo's side and grinned at him. "I've protected him this far, I'm not going to leave him now."
Elrond looked around at the ones who had assembled. There were nine of them, which was the proper number, but...
Just then, Sam came running in.
"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me, either," Sam said as he arrived.
"We're coming too!" Merry and Pippin came out of their hiding places.
This came to twelve now. Elrond was now highly perplexed, but sighed.
"So be it, you shall be the Fellowship of the Ring," He said.
And so it was. In the morning, yes, in the morning the Fellowship assembled, and set off with a proper farewell from Elrond and the rest of the elves. Arwen was conspicuously absent, as she'd had a spectacular fight with Aragorn the night after the Council, and declared that she never wanted to see him again. So the Fellowship set off, including Lily's horse, certainly. Aragorn was in quite a mood, and he spent most of the time watching Shadow as they started down the narrow path from Rivendell. Shadow was pointedly ignoring him. Legolas was walking right beside Lily and her horse, and Serena was in the front with Frodo.
Talatenquetanalia was watching the valley below, and snorting to herself softly as she walked. The horse happened to be very scared of heights, and the narrow path was making her very nervous.
Lily, in fact, did not notice. One might have observed that Frodo did not have the Ring. Lily did. Just after they had left, Lily had offered to hold it for him for a while. To everyone's shock and surprise, she had been able to hold the Ring quite easily. It ha no effect on her at all. So she was holding onto the Ring, secured on it's chain. For some reason, no one really objected to this.
They had just come around a tight turn on the path when they found that the way was blocked. Two tall, strong-looking orcs, uruk-hai, really, stood on the path calmly. For a moment, the Fellowship stared at them, and they stared back. Finally, one of the orcs stepped forward.
Instead of attacking, he spoke.
"Hello everyone. You, Lily," He pointed one finger at Lily. "And Serena," He moved on to the fair-hobbit. "And..." He paused and looked around. Shadow was nowhere to be seen.
"What happened to the other one?" He asked his companion.
The orc shrugged, a very odd thing for an orc. "We'll find her later. Get on with it."
"Easy Talatenquetanalia," Lily tried to calm her horse. The mare was already upset because of the height and now the orcs' presence was enough to drive her nearly mad, and so now she was prancing about very nervously.
"Gesundheit," one of the orcs said helpfully.
"No, that's the name of the horse," The other corrected.
"Oh...right," The other uruk-hai nodded. "Well, anyway, we-"
The uruk was cut off then by a wild war-cry. Both of uruk-hai turned to see none other than Shadow, leaping towards them from behind. She had obviously snuck off as soon as they had appeared and gotten behind them. Without a word, they both too a step aside, and Shadow went tumbling right between them and as she tripped, rather amazingly managed to impale herself on her own sword. She fell, dead, right at the feet of the already startled horse.
The white mare whinnied, highly distressed. Unfortunately for Lily, Talatenquetanalia stumbled over the fallen Shadow. Meanwhile, Serena had pushed by the rest of the Fellowship and the two uruk-hai to try to calm down the horse with a spell of some kind. It was far too late for that, however. Talatenquetanalia teetered dangerously on the edge of the path for one moment before she slipped off, taking Lily, Shadow, and Serena with her.
A couple of seconds, and a few sickening crashes later, the two uruk-hai peered over the edge of the path, down at the bottom of the valley where one very dead elf, half-elf, hobbit, and horse now resided.
"What a stupid way to die," one commented, but he sounded very amused.
"I guess this has been a waste of time, but we'll be laughing over that one for a while," the other replied with a grin. Both then seemed to remember that the entire Fellowship was standing behind them. The two orcs turned around slowly, and glanced at each other, and then at the confused group before them.
"Erm....hello," the first Uruk-hai said...cheerfully, while the other carefully picked up the chain on which the Ring resided(Lily had dropped it just before she fell) and handed it to a still-stunned Frodo. "I think that you're supposed to have this," the orc told him, and then turned to his companion. "Come on, we'd better get going before they snap out of it."
"Aw...alright. Um, carry on, then," the first orc nodded to the Fellowship, and the two abruptly turned and began walking down the path, heading for the valley floor.
Frodo blinked and looked at the Ring that now dangled listlessly from the chain in his hand. The Ring...Bilbo's Ring...the One Ring that he had to see destroyed. It was all coming back to him now. Memories of the three extra Fellowship members faded almost in an instant. He gazed around at his eight companions, all whom looked a bit dazed, but back to normal otherwise. Bill snorted from the back, seeming to be wondering what the delay was, and this completely broke the stillness. Gandalf muttered something indistinct to himself, and led the way, Aragorn and Frodo and others followed behind.
All was back to normal in Middle Earth. There was no Eerinyahasen, or Princess Nerinel Lonna Nuyredra Starsong, a.k.a. 'Lily', nor was there a forgotten daughter of Elrond, named Shadow. No hobbit named Serena who was part fairy...No extra Ring of power, no unicorns and no horses named Talatenquetanalia. Their likeness was never seen again...
Until the next rabid fangirl wrote her first fanfic.