Disclaimer: I only own Gwyn...sort of. I used the text from the movie, because PJ did such a good job with that and there is hardly no other way to say it. Read and review!

Gwyn awoke at dawn. She slipped out of bed and put on a velvet dress the color of her eyes. She strode out of her room softly, and went to a small hill near the stables. Every day she would rise to watch the sunrise...then go back to sleep again. She was usually alone. This time, though, there was a figure standing on the hill. Gwyn's heart skipped a beat. It was Legolas. He must have sensed her presence, for he turned and greeted her joyfully. 'You like to watch the sunrises, too?' Gwyn asked.

'Every morning,' Legolas answered her, taking hold of her hand. 'How often do you come?'

'Every morning. Though since I don't like getting up early, I usually go back to sleep afterwards.'

He laughed. They sat down on the side of the hill. 'You know,' said Legolas, lacing his fingers through hers. 'When I came to Rivendell for Elrond's Council, I did not expect to find love. I just hope we both live to see this through.' He looked at her and smiled. She smiled back, and then drew in her breath sharply.

'Look,' she said, pointing towards the sky. The sun had just risen, and suddenly the sky was lit with reds, pinks, purples, blues, oranges, and yellows. Legolas pulled Gwyn in and kissed her deeply.

Several more sunrises and sunsets had passed. On the fourth sunrise, Legolas took Gwyn's hand, as always. But this time, he knelt down on one knee and pulled out a silver ring. It had an intricate leaf design near the jewel, which was the color of her eyes. 'It's beautiful,' Gwyn breathed. 'But why...?'

Legolas stood. 'Gwyn, daughter of Aragorn, will you marry me?'

Gwyn gasped softly. Well, I certainly wasn't expecting this so soon, Gwyn thought. But what does it matter?

'Yes, I will,' she whispered, staring into his eyes.

Legolas' face burst into a smile and he slid the ring on her slender finger. The he picked her up and twirled her around. He sat her down and kissed her passionately. He tasted salt on her lips, and pulled away. There were tear stains on Gwyn's face. 'Gwyn, why do you cry?' Legolas asked, concerned.

'I cry because I am happy!' Gwyn answered.

He smiled, then kissed her again as the sun peeked over the mountain, illuminating the sky with almost every color of the rainbow.

Gwyn sat on her bed, fingering her ring. It wouldn't be safe to wear it on her finger; someone could see it...namely her father. She reached over the foot of her bed onto her bookshelf where her jewelry box sat. She pulled out a long, silver chain and slid her engagement ring onto it. Then she dropped the chain over her head. Perfect. The ring had slipped under the neckline of her dress. She pulled it out so she could finger it, but there was a knock on the door. Gwyn gasped softly as she quickly stuffed it back under her neckline. 'Come in!' she called. As soon as the door opened, she regretted it. She groaned as Aragorn entered. She opened her mouth to speak, but Aragorn silenced her. 'I have come to tell you that Frodo awoke this morning. Elrond has decided that he is well enough to hold the Council today. It will begin shortly.

Gwyn stared at him. 'Why...?' she started, but Aragorn left and closed the door before she could finish.

'Oh, this is wonderful,' she mumbled sarcastically as she set off to join the Council.

Gandalf was there, along with Frodo, Legolas, her father, and Elrond's two sons, Elohir and Eladan. Many dwarves had come also, and men and elves. Gwyn took a seat as far away from her father as possible. She glanced at Legolas. He looked back at her, and then his eyes strayed to her finger, then back to her. His eyes held question. Gwyn touched her chain lightly, and nodded her head slightly at her father. Legolas lifted his chin in understanding. When everyone had gathered, Elrond spoke.

'Strangers from distant lands, friends of old, you have been summoned here to answer the threat of Mordor. Middle Earth stands upon the brink of destruction; none can escape it. You will unite or you will fall. Each race is bound to this fate; this one doom.' He turned to Frodo. 'Bring forth the Ring, Frodo,' he said.

Frodo tentatively stood up, walked forth and set a simple golden ring on the pedestal in the center of the room. All eyed it warily. 'So it is true,' said a voice softly. Gwyn looked away from the Ring to the owner of the voice. He was a Man, whose light brown hair fell to his shoulders. He bore a few garments Gwyn assumed were from Gondor, as they all bore a white tree.

The man continued. 'It is a gift.' He stood. 'A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring? Long has my father, the steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay, by the blood of our people.' He pounded his fist over his heart as he walked around, looking at everyone. Gwyn noticed her father shift in his chair.

'Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!' the man pleaded.

'You cannot wield it,' Aragorn spoke up. 'The One Ring answers to Sauron alone; it has no other master.'

The man looked slightly angered as he turned to Aragorn. 'And what would a Ranger know of this matter?' he sneered.

Legolas jumped out of his chair. 'This is no mere Ranger,' he informed him. 'He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance.'

The man stared at Aragorn. 'Aragorn?' he asked disbelievingly.

Aragorn lifted his chin proudly.

'This is Isildur's heir?' he continued.

'Heir to the throne of Gondor,' Legolas said.

'The man's eyes narrowed.

'Havo dad (sit down)Legolas,' Aragorn said, not wanting to cause any trouble. Gwyn did not like the looks of this.

'Gondor has no king,' the man said. 'Gondor needs no king.' He sat back down.

After an uncomfortable silence Gandalf spoke. 'Aragorn is right. We cannot use it,' he said.

'You have only one choice,' Elrond told them. 'The Ring must be destroyed.

Everyone was silent at this revelation.

'Well, what are we waiting for?' asked a dwarf, as he picked up an axe next to him. He walked towards the pedestal, lifted the axe up high, and brought the blade crashing down on the Ring. The blade shattered upon impact, and the dwarf was thrown backwards. Gwyn's eyes snapped to Frodo, who had just grabbed his head in pain.

Elrond spoke first, 'The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any weapon that we, here, posses. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be un-made. It must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came! One of you...must do this.'

'One does not simply walk into Mordor,' the 'man' said. 'It's black gates are guarded by more than just Orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. The Great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this; it is folly!'

Gwyn could stand this no longer. 'Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said?' she demanded as she leapt from her seat. 'The Ring must be destroyed!'

'And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?' Gimli shouted.

'And what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?' the 'man' asked.

'I'll be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of a girl!' Gimli continued.

Almost everyone leapt up at this. There were Men, Dwarves, and Elves shouting to be heard. Gandalf jumped up and shouted, 'Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows? None can escape it; you'll all be destroyed!'

'I will take it!' piped up Frodo. His small voice was not heard over the arguing voices. He tried again. 'I will take it!' This time he was heard. Everyone stared at him. But the hobbit continued bravely. 'I will take the Ring to Mordor,' he said. 'Though, I do not know the way,' he added hopelessly.

'I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear,' Gandalf said, and stood beside Frodo.

To Gwyn's pleasure and displeasure, Aragorn walked over to Frodo and knelt before him. 'If by my life or death I can protect you, I will,' he said. 'You have my sword.'

'And you have my bow,' Legolas pledged.

Gimli set his jaw. 'And my axe,' he said.

The 'man' walked forward. 'You carry the fate of us all, little one,' he said. 'If this is indeed the will of the Council, the Gondor will see it done!'

Gwyn closed her eyes and swallowed, preparing to defy her father. 'I do not know what strength I have,' she said. 'But I swear I will protect you at all costs.'

'Ai!' came a voice from the bushes. Another hobbit came rushing forward and he took his place beside Frodo. 'Mr. Frodo's not goin' anywhere without me!'

'No, indeed,' said Elrond, amused. 'It is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not.'

'Wait! We're coming, too!' Two more hobbits came springing forward. 'You'll have to send us all tied up in a sack to stop us,' one proclaimed.

The other said proudly, 'You need people of intelligence on this sort of mission...quest....thing,'

Gwyn could barely keep herself from laughing as the other said, 'Well, that rules you out, Pip.'

The one called Pip nodded, then realized he had been insulted, and stopped with a comical look on his face.

'Ten companions,' Elrond. 'So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring.'

'Great,' said Pip. Then he added innocently, 'Where are we going?'