Rumor hurried along the halls, struggling to keep up with the long strides of an elf leading her to Lord Elrond's study. Her footsteps echoed throughout the silent hallways unlike the elf that made less noise then a mouse. Reaching the room, Rumor knocked and pushed open the door when she heard Lord Elrond called out to enter from inside. When she got inside, Rumor was surprised to see the entire Fellowship already inside the room, staring at her.

"Lady Rumor, good to see you. I trust you found the council quite to your amusement." Rumor smirked, knowing he was talking about her little outburst. "I have asked you all here to inform you about a change of plans for the Fellowship." Everyone turned to Lord Elrond in surprise, "Changes?" Aragorn asked, confused. "Yes, I wish for Lady Rumor to join the Fellowship, at least up to Lothlorien." Silence rang out in the room, and then everyone was talking at once. Rumor's voice spoke out above everyone else's. "No way man, no fuckin way is that happening." Everyone stopped talking and stared, never before have they heard such a mouth on a lady and it was a big shocker every time she opened her mouth. "I am not going on some suicide mission to help get rid of a fuckin ring. Nope, not going to happen." She crossed her arms and stared at them defiantly, waiting for someone to contradict her. Boromir rose from his seat, "I agree with the girl. She could not possibly go on such a dangerous mission. It will be a perilous journey with many rough months of travel; she would not be able to handle it."

"Hey, wait a minute. Don't you thing you're being just a little sexist?" Rumor asked, fire shooting out of her blue eyes. "I can handle it, but there is no way in hell I'm going." Lord Elrond raised his eyebrows at her, "Do you not wish to return to your home? Do you wish to remain here until the end of your days?"

Rumor only muttered, "There are worse places to be other then here." Boromir glared at her, "Not if we fail, not if Sauron takes back the ring." Rumor let out a small laugh, one that could easily be mistaken for a gasp. "I would welcome it to my home." That statement made everyone in the room stop and stare, again. What could be so horrible that could make the girl welcome pain, torture and certain death? "My lady..." began Lord Elrond, but Rumor cut him off, "Umm...yeah. I gotta go...be...somewhere else." With that, she sprinted out the door, leaving all in her wake staring at her in shock.

"Lady Rumor, Lady Rumor!" Rumor heard her name being called, but simply ignored it. "Lady...Rumor, Rumor! Please wait up." Rumor jerked to a sudden stop and leaned against the wall in an attempt to catch her breath. She looked over her shoulder to see Elrohir chasing after her. When he came to a stop beside her, he simply looked over and said, "You run fast...for a mortal."

Rumor just looked at him, "I'm not going!" Elrohir looked back with his eyebrows raised. *It's almost scary how much he looks like Lord Elrond when he does that* Rumor thought, amused. "Is that so?" Letting his gaze wander past her and into the gardens, he held out his arm, "Join me for a walk?" Rumor brushed past him, ignoring his arm completely. Elrohir stood rooted in his spot for a moment, shocked, before rushing after her. *She is an odd one, if that* he thought gleefully, for he was tired of all the maidens acting the same, like helpless twits.

Rumor felt his gaze upon her, but ignored it. Instead she prepared herself for the question he was about to ask, for she knew it was coming, it was a question that all who met her eventually asked. "Why are you in so much pain?" He asked gently, unsure of what her reaction would be. Rumor let a small smirk fall upon her lips, she always found people like this amusing. He thought that he could swoop down and save her from drowning in her pain and misery. "I am in 'pain' from the thought of staying in this fucked up world any longer." Elrohir glanced down at her confused, "If you truly believe that this world is 'fucked up', as you so kindly put it, why do you refuse to travel with the Fellowship? I'm afraid I do not understand your logic."

Rumor whirled around to face the dark haired elf by her side, "Listen, I don't really get what the big fuckin deal is with the ring, but I'm not an idiot. I do get that it's a freakin dangerous mission, and I don't feel like getting dead anytime soon. I have lived this long, and I don't want to die for something that I should not be apart of. It may sound selfish, but that is the way I am. I look out for myself, no one else, and I don't want the 'Fellowship' to take pity on me and try to look after me, cuz I don't need it."

Elrohir took a step back, frightened by the burst of anger that sprouted from the tiny girl before him. Yet despite his fear, he did not shy away from her, nor back down. "Rumor, I know it's dangerous, and scary, but with hope you could be on your way home before the War of the Third Age begins. You can leave with a chance of being safe." Rumor dropped her chin to her chest, and sighed. "What will happen to the elves? What will they due when war comes to Rivendell?"

Elrohir raised her head with a gentle hand, "Fear not, beautiful maiden, the elves will leave for the Valinor. The sea will call us home."

Rumor twisted out of his gentle grasp and walked away. Elrohir watched with bright eyes as she headed back inside to the meeting. She opened the door to find the entire Fellowship still within the study. "Alright, I'll go with ya'll. But I swear to God, if I die, I will kill ya'll." With saying that, she left the room before anyone could protest. As she walked away, she could hear Pippin ask out loud in puzzlement, "How could she kill us if she is already dead?"