(Yo ppl! Whoopee, nu chapter!!!!!!!!!!!! The language in this is my own creation, my little mind did it. If u wanna use It, ask first! I can give you a word list.)

I sat in my room, sketching out each of the fellowship. I spent the longest time on two People, Boromir and Legolas. They affected me differently. With Boromir I had warning bells, whereas with Legolas, I felt... a deep and desperate need for him. I sighed and stood them on my dressing table. Why had I been so selfish, Why? The fate of the world was in the hands of the races of Middle-Earth, and I had fled because I was scared.

Do you think the others were not scared? Voice one asked. Of course, don't be silly. Voice 2 answered. Then what makes you so different to them? They are Warriors, Brave and honest. I snapped back. Is that all? Voice 1 asked sweetly. I am a woman. I am weak. That's not what the Elf said. I DO NOT CARE! I yelled at my internal voice, and it drifted away.

"I have lost my mind." I said to myself.

"Why did you flee from the council?" Someone asked from the doorway, and I jumped out on my skin. I spun round to see Aragorn in the doorway.

"Telo anteri quellendo!"you stupid bastard I swore at him in my own language. Eldoran is rarely used, so I only knew a few words. Mainly cuss words.

"I apologise for startling you, I came to return your cloak." He said.

"It's alright. I was having an argument with myself." I said.

"Again I ask why did you flee?" somehow I did not feel dim talking to him.

"Come in, lord Aragorn. I cannot just let you stand in the doorway." I motioned for him to come inside and sit in one of the armchairs. I shut the door behind him, and sat in the chair opposite.

"I am too afraid that I will fail you, and die unnecessarily. I want to die doing something honourable." I said quietly.

"Do you think that we are not afraid of what lies ahead?" He asked, and I laughed lightly.

"Exactly what I was telling myself. But every time I come to the same conclusion. I am not good enough to do this, as I said in the council. Please leave, I am not in the mood for company"

Through my first month in Rivendell, I was starting to get to know the fellowship, and they were really interesting. I was head over heels for the elf, as I had been from the first moment I met him. The hobbits kept asking over and over again if I would be coming, but I told them what I told everyone else at the council. I had become closer and closer to Legolas and Aragorn. I thought of Aragorn as my older brother, always there to protect me. At that second, the three of us were sat in my room, talking and laughing. Legolas kept smiling at me, and I melted inside every time. We kept cracking jokes about anything and everything. Well, Legolas and I did, but Aragorn looked thoughtful.

"Come... I want to test something. Do you have a sword?" I shook my head.

"I left it In Eldora; I thought I would not need it."

"No matter, I am sure Elrond has a spare that you may use." I stood.

"May I change into a looser tunic? This is a little inappropriate." He nodded.

"Be in the terrace where we held the meeting in 10 minutes."

"Yes, My lord." He smiled, and nodded at me again.

"I look forward to seeing what you can do. And please call me Aragorn. My Lord is so...Formal."

I laughed. "Of course, Aragorn. And I assure you, I cannot do much."

"I shall be the judge of that. Hurry." And he left my room with Legolas who gave me a last smile, closing the door.

I opened my wardrobe, looking for my light black tunic top. "Uhhh, where are you... Aha!" I pulled it out, and peeled off my tight shirt, breathing freely. I selected a good bra (did they have bra's then? Ah well, they do now) that would support me as I fought. I fastened it and dressed, and slipped on my comfy knee-high black leather boots. I tied my hair back as much as I could, but a few tresses refused to go up.

"Oh well..." I ran out of my room and followed the winding corridors to the terrace, where Aragorn was waiting. He turned and handed me a sword, it was made for female hands. I spun it a few times, getting used to the feel of the blade.

"This is a good sword, who does it belong to?" I asked.

"It was one of the many made for Arwen. She never used this particular one; she never liked the feel of it." He answered. "I will have Lord Elrond and Legolas and Boromir watch you fight, so they can see for themselves if they think you are good enough. They should be here any moment now. You should warm up."

I placed the sword carefully on the ground, and I slowly slid down into the splits. I leaned forward to grab my front toe, and then bent backwards to grab my back leg. I twisted from side to side, the swung both of my legs in front of me. I laid on my back, and pushed myself into a bridge, held it for a few seconds, and then released. I stood back up, and shook my wrists, and then I picked up my sword.

"Right, I am warmed up." I said to Aragorn, who was looking at me with wide eyes, as was Boromir, who had apparently arrived.

"By the Valar, how did you do that?" I heard someone ask. I turned to see Legolas and Elrond staring, and I giggled. Legolas looked impressed, and I winked at him.

"I've done it almost every day since I was 5. It keeps me supple." I said.

Aragorn shook his head. "We should begin." I nodded, and faced him, holding myself in a closed guard. He started with simple strikes that were easily blockable. I moved around a little, ducking on the head strikes. Soon his movements became faster, and he began different moves. I started attacking a little when I could, keeping check of my stance and movement, watching for the slightest twitch anywhere telling me which direction he was going to go.

Little did I know that he was slowly backing me into the wall. I felt the stone against my back, and gasped. "Ellenan atra telo'ena lletre por mes!" please forgive me for what I am about to do He looked at me strangely. "What did you say?" "Atra telo!" Forgive me and I kicked him quite sharply in his groin. As he doubled over in pain, I twisted out, got behind him and placed the tip of my sword at his throat.

"As I said, forgive me." I said in the common tongue. "I dislike tight spaces..." I heard people clapping. "Do you yield?"

"I yield, let me go." He said, still sounding like he was in pain, and I winced.

"I am sorry about that. I saw no other way out, unless I stabbed you. I did not wish to do that, honestly."

He stood up straight and turned to face me. "I certainly deem you worthy of any battle. What says the rest of you?" He asked the others. Elrond spoke first.

"Anyone who wishes to attack you should think again. I must admit, I had a few doubts, but they are washed away. I deem you worthy. And you, Legolas, what do you say?"

The Elf smiled at me, nodding. "You are certainly skilled with a sword. A long time it has been since Aragorn has been beaten, and I have looked forward to someone beating him again. I give you my highest praise, and I would accept you into the fellowship without a moment's hesitation. You were insincere when you said you were not good enough. I deem you worthy." He gave me another of his heart melting smiles, and I smiled back, trying to stay calm

Boromir spoke finally. "You are strong and graceful, and you fight with skill and courage. You say you are unworthy, yet you show all the signs of being a great warrior. I deem you worthy."

I blushed brightly at all of the compliments. "I was not that good. I am unfit; it has been a long time."

Elrond shook his head, laughing. "Will you join the fellowship?" He asked.

"I shall, with two conditions. One, can I have a sword that is made and balanced for me, and two, will someone help me with a bow? I cannot quite do it properly."

Elrond nodded, almost grinning. "We can get you a sword made within the next few days before you leave, and I am sure Legolas would help you with you bow."

Legolas nodded, and I felt my heart leap at his warm smile. "It would be my pleasure, Lady Elanor. Are you free this evening?"

I wore a huge smile. "I am. I need a messenger to send word to my father. He had better be pleased, or I shall have to drop everything I am doing and go home to yell at him." I laughed at the strange looks the men were giving me. "Oh, don't look at me in that tone of voice, My Lords. I am extremely happy, don't ruin my mood!" I said, and I hugged all of them, although I almost hugged Legolas for too long, except Boromir, who I hit over the head first. "That's for being unkind at the council." He chuckled, and ruffled my hair. "Boromir! You... Telo anteri ulled!" you stupid twit

"You are going to make everyone paranoid, talking in your own language, My Lady." Legolas said, shaking his head.

I smirked. "Norren les, Legolas." Shut up He sighed.

"I will have gone crazy by the end of this quest, lady." I laughed.

"'Tis a shame that is not an option or I would be joining you. I'm already out of my mind coming on this journey anyway. I'm going to my room; I need to bathe before dinner." Boromir smiled.

"May I escort you?" He held out his arm to me.

"Yen eland, Boromir." Of course I said in Eldoran, just to annoy him.

"I'll take that as yes, my lady." I rolled my eyes, taking his arm.

"You do that. All I said was Of Course anyway. Yes is Allah." I told him smartly. "Now get a move on, I smell something awful."

"You do, I will not hide it." I swatted him.

"And I thought the men of Gondor were supposed to be charming!" I exclaimed.

"We are, but not when women smell like you do."

Aragorn laughed. "He is only jesting, you do not smell. Much."

"ARGH! I'll just go to my room on my own then!" I screeched, and stormed off into the building. I climbed the marble staircase, and wandered down the corridors. An elf-servant was coming down, and I waved him over.

"Could I please have a bath prepared? I am in the blue guestroom on the 3rd floor." I asked him politely.

"Of course. I will see that it is done." I thanked him, and when I got to my room, I saw that the bath had been prepared, and all the things I would need for washing were laid out on the little shelf, including a clear bottle filled with a hair cleansing liquid, and a bar of soap. Steam was rising from the deep bath.

I grabbed a towel, and locked my self into the bathroom. I stripped and stepped into the hot bath before submerging myself completely in the lightly scented water.

"Ahhhh..." I soaked for a little while, relaxing. After about 15 minutes, I hoisted myself into a sitting position, and rubbed the cleanser into my hair, then rinsed. I repeated with the soap, then soaked a little more before getting out.

I drained the water, and set about drying myself, rubbing the coarse material against my skin, removing the water. I pulled on my underwear, and I searched in my wardrobe for a simple dress. I found a white/ blue slash neck, with darker blue flared sleeves that almost touched the floor. I pulled it on over my head, battling with my shoulders to get my arms in. I felt someone tug it down over me, and I saw that the Lady Arwen was adjusting it so it did not look creased.

"I came to tell you that the dinner was about to commence." I pushed my arms through the huge sleeves.

"For the love of my father, this is tight!" I moaned. "How do you cope?" She laughed at me. "What is so funny, Lady Arwen?"

" They are beautiful, but uncomfortable. Turn around and I shall fasten the back up." I did as I was told, and she tied the little ribbons at the back. "Sit, I shall tidy your hair a little." She put half of it into a clip, and she began lightly curling it, and finally leaving a few strands to frame my face.

"Thank you, Lady Arwen. Your help is always appreciated."

She gave a slight nod. "I hope so. I really have nothing else to do here but read, but even that looses its interest. I would very much like to hear a little of your people."

I blushed a little. "Well, there is not much to tell, I could probably do it on the way to the dining hall. Let us go." I said, slipping on a pair of plain white shoes that sat by the door.

It was true; I could tell her the story of our people on the way to the dinner hall. I answered her questions, and I explained that we had a little longer life than humans, and could probably reach the age of 200.

"Do you have any connection to the Dunedain? Humans such as they have longer life."

I thought for a few minutes. "We may do. I have never really done any research on our roots. Maybe if I return from this quest, I shall look into it."

Arwen gave me a sad smile. "If you do come back, make sure Aragorn is in one piece, would you?" We stopped before the great wooden doors, and I placed my hand on her arm in reassurance.

"You should ask Aragorn to bring me back in one piece, not the other way round, my lady. Do not fear for him, I'll do it for you. Although, he just got beaten by me... Maybe I should keep an eye out for him..." I laughed.

"Keep an eye out for whom?" a voice asked, I turned to see lord Aragorn at the bottom of the main stairs. Arwen ran up and embraced him, kissing him lightly on the cheek.

"We were just discussing the fact that I won in our battle." I smiled widely, showing my slightly pointed teeth. For some reason, all Eldorans had pointed canines.

"I am never to live that down, am I?" He gave a dramatic sigh.

"Come, I am hungry!" I moaned, and the two laughed at me. "It is not funny, I have not eaten since breakfast, and it is closing in to 5!"

"Well then, let us get you fed and watered. I myself feel the need to eat something." Aragorn decided, and we walked into the hall, where hundreds of elves were talking and eating without paying any attention to us.

"The fellowship is seated at the high table. You are seated on the right next to Lord Boromir." Arwen spoke to me, and I nodded, bouncing up to the table. I dropped down into the chair next to Boromir, who was talking to Legolas. I jabbed him lightly in the side so he would acknowledge my presence.

"So I see we decided to change out of the second skin?" he teased lightly.

"I did not think it was appropriate. Although, this dress is not all that fitting, and I thought breathing was required to live! Obviously not..." I complained, looking off into the distance. "I hope you do not expect me to wear a dress while following the fellowship. If you do, be prepared to carry me, I will have fainted from lack of oxygen." Boromir and Legolas laughed. I swatted Boromir's arm lightly and looked at the food in front of me. I had no idea what it was. Neither did Boromir, apparently, as he looked at Legolas in confusion.

"Pheasant with boiled potatoes and roasted Parsnips." He said, as if he ate it every day, and he continued eating his food.

"All we have in Eldora is chicken, lamb and beef! Potatoes and vegetables like carrots and peas and cabbage, sometimes mushrooms!" I exclaimed in wonder at this new food in front of me. I cut into the Pheasant and took a small mouthful, and deciding I liked it, ate more and more, shovelling in the vegetables at regular intervals. I heard Boromir chuckle and I poked him with my fork, before eating again.

"She is a fork wielding maniac, run for your life!" he said to Legolas, which made me poke him in the arm again. I winked at Legolas, who winked back, I mouthed behind Boromir's back 'poke him when I say now'. He nodded.

"Never interrupt me when I'm eating. And anyway, I need my strength; I intend to get fitter before we embark on this quest. Wouldn't do any of you any harm to join me on an hour long run every morning and night." I said between mouthfuls of food.

"I already run! Admittedly, I do not run enough; I may join you actually, if you do not mind the company."

I swallowed my last mouthful of food, and placed my knife and fork neatly next to each other. "I could get used to food like that. Yes, you may join me. But first, I must prepare for my archery lesson with our pointy eared friend." I said, waving, and mouthed "NOW!" he picked up his fork and poked Boromir, who yelled at him. I excused myself and went to my room, where I washed and looked for my loose running outfit. It was a pair of very baggy khaki trousers with a drawstring waist, and an old white undershirt that I had cut and hemmed so it was a vest top with thin straps, so thin that there were almost none. I had a pair of soft boots that I pulled on and tucked my trousers into. I brushed my hair, and tied it high upon my head with a leather cord, searching in my travel bag for a small dagger. It was in its leather case, and I tucked the whole thing into my boot, just in case.

I picked up my travel bow, a plain wooden bow with no decoration, only my name inscribed in silver. I hunted for my quiver, but to my annoyance, I couldn't find it anywhere.

"Shit Shit Shit..." I moaned. I would just have to explain that I couldn't find it anywhere, and he would have to cope with it. I stood facing the balcony with my hands on my hips, frowning. It would be the day you were going to have a decent lesson that you would loose your arrows. You always loose SOMETHING!

"Looking for this?" Someone asked from behind me, and I jumped a mile high, spinning around to face the prince of Mirkwood. He was swinging my quiver from its strap.

"I want to know how to do that, so I can piss Boromir off." I said, forgetting my normally decent language... "Ah, bloody hell! Why is it that I can't keep my stance around you lot? It's because you are all men, and I'm a woman. It ALWAYS happens, I talk more freely." I announced.

"I have noticed. First you attack Aragorn."

"Self defence." I interrupted.

"Then you stab Boromir with a fork twice."

"Again, self defence."

"I'm sure, Lady Elanor. Come, you said you wanted to run. We will run for half an hour as warm up, it will take that long to get to the Archery ground anyway."

I nodded, smiling. "I'll just get something..." I whipped out the carrier that held my bow, and strapped it on across my chest so the casing was across my back. Sliding my bow in carefully, a held my hand out for my arrows, and clipped them onto the strap by my waist.

"Ok, now we can go!" I said, and ushered Legolas out of my room, closing the door behind me as I left.