Aragorn's trip to Bree was eventful to say the least. While at the Prancing Pony he found the Ringbearer, a young hobbit by the name of Frodo Baggins. While he led Frodo and 3 other hobbits; Meriadoc, Peregrin and Samwise to Rivendell, the Nazgul attempted to take the Ring but failed. Frodo, however, made it to Imladris with the aid of Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond.

Gandalf the Grey was there also, he was speaking with Elrond about the Ring, and the future of Middle earth.

"The time of the elves is over, my people are leaving these shores," Elrond spoke with grief. "Who will you look to when we are gone? The dwarves? They hide in their mountains seeking riches; they care nothing for the troubles of others."

"It is in men that we should place our hope." Gandalf replied.

"Men, men are weak," Elrond replied coldly. "I was there, Gandalf. I was there when the strength of men failed." He said as he replayed the memories of the decision of Isildur, his decision to take the Ring as his own. He gave on last look to Gandalf then left.

Legolas arrived to Imladris with his company and looked about in wonder. It may have been the autumn of the elves but Rivendell would always be beautiful to him. He took Glingal to the stables and immediately went to find Anarrima. He searched everywhere in hopes of finding her there, but she was nowhere to be found. Still searching he ran into Aragorn in the Gardens, but she was not with him.

"Is she not here?" Legolas asked in alarm.

"I'm sorry Legolas. She went to Lothlorien to aid the Lord and Lady when I departed for the council."

Legolas' hope withered like a flower in winter's chill. He cast his eyes to the ground hiding the hurt in his gaze. The only thing that kept him from going insane was the thought of seeing his dearest friend again in Lothlorien. He only prayed that she didn't forget about him. "Is she well?"

"As well as can be," Aragorn answered in truth. "Anarrima has a will that cannot be broken and she's as stubborn as anyone. But she knows now that as a Ranger, duty comes first." Estel placed a hand on Legolas' shoulder, giving the prince comfort. "She misses you terribly. Though I can tell where she gets her skill with the daggers," he jested.

Legolas looked at Aragorn and smiled. "I know she is doing what is best for Middle earth. And I know that by the blessings of the Valar, I will see her again."

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor," Elrond began. All sat before him, representing the people of their race. Frodo for the Halflings of the Shire; Gandalf for the Istari; Legolas for the elves; Gimli for the dwarves; Boromir of Gondor and Aragorn representing the race of men.

"Middle earth stands upon the brink of destruction, none can escape it. You will unite or you will fail." Elrond stood from his throne and motioned toward the Halfling. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."

The hobbit rose from his seat and walked to the center of the council. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a small trinket and placed in on the stone.

Legolas watched as the Ring was revealed to all who witnessed. That small ring would decide the fate of Middle earth. How could something so small, he thought, cause so much evil and hate? It called to him, spoke his name.

"It is a gift," Boromir said, still entranced by the Ring, "a gift from the foes of Mordor, why not use it?" He stood and looked at all the faces about him. "Long has my father, the Stewart of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people, are YOUR lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against them!"

"We cannot wield it," Aragorn interrupted, "none of us can. The Ring answers to Sauron. It has no other master!"

"And what would a Ranger know of this matter?" Boromir asked glaring at Aragorn.

"This is no mere Ranger," Legolas interjected and stood in the defense of Estel. "He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

"Aragorn is right," Gandalf stated before things got too far out of hand, "we cannot use it."

"Then you have only one choice..... the Ring must be destroyed."

So it was then that the Fellowship was formed. Nine walkers, to defeat the nine Nazgul. The quest was to take the Ring and cast it back into the fiery chasms of Mt. Doom, the one place it could be destroyed. Guided by Gandalf the company set out, on to Mordor where the shadows lie.