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TriGemini: It's not that she's excited to meet him. But she knows that he is royalty and Glorfindel (in her time) taught her the 'do's and don'ts' of speaking to royalty.

A/N: The Elvish is more than likely wrong so don't shoot me. Oh, and one thing I should mention. Lynn's time is 300 years from now and the LOTR books and movies are all but forgotten, so the only thing Lynn knows about the Fellowship and their quest is what Gandalf has told her.


Lynn groans as she lands on her back. She looks up at the Elf standing over her and sighs in anoyance.

"You are doing much better, but you are still leaving your left side unprotected," Glorfindel says reaching down. She places her hand in his and he pulls her to her feet effortlessly.

"Try again," he says and she readies herself for his attack. Glorfindel strikes at her head and she brings her sword up to block. He then forces her into the block that leaves her left side unprotected but this time she brings her sword completely around imediately protecting her left side from his strike. "Much better," he tells her as they continue to spar.

Lynn has greatly improved over the past couple of days. Of course this is only because Glorfindel has kept her at the training fields from sun up to sun down, only stoping to eat. She wanted to get as much training from the born-again Balrog slayer as she could while Gandalf was busy. But Frodo woke earlier that morning and Gandalf is now ready to begin her training.

"I believe that is enough for today. It will be dark soon," Glorfindel says and Lynn sighs gratefully and lets her sword drop to her side. Glorfindel sheaths his sword as he walks toward her. She sheaths her sword and looks up at him when he stops in front of her and places a hand on her shoulder. "Do not worry you will make a great soldier and a fine leader one day," he tells her.

"I hope you're right," she sighs.

"I'm always right," he smiles.

"Even when you're wrong?" Lynn grins as they start walking back to Elrond's house.

Glorfindel's forehead wrinkles in confusion and then he grins. "I'm always right, therefore, I'm never wrong."

As they make their way up the steps to the house they meet a tired and dishelved man. After speaking with him, Glorfindel turns to Lynn. "Forgive me, but I must escort Lord Boromir to Elrond's study."

"That's fine Lord Glorfindel," she says formally because of their present company. "But if I get lost it's your fault." He looks up at her wide-eyed and she grins. Realizing that she's teasing him, he laughs. "Le cenithon ned lû thent, (See you later.)" Glorfindel says before making his way down one of the many halls with Boromir right behind him.


Lynn and Glorfindel walk onto the terrace where the council is to be held. She looks around before turning to Glorfindel. "Am I to sit with Gandalf or Aragorn?"

"Ah yes," he says. "I think it would be best if you wer perceived as Isatari. The Men do not hold much merrit in their women's opinions I'm afraid."

"Some things don't change much with time," she grumbles and then takes her seat between Gandalf and one of the Mirkwood Elves. Legolas formally acknowledges her with a nod but quickly flashes a friendly smile before returning to a more serious posture as everyone else finds their seats.

Elrond stands after everyone settles into the chairs. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old you've 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. Bring forth the ring, Frodo."

A chill travels down Lynn's back as Frodo lays the ring on a pedastel in front of everyone. She along with every other person there stares at it in wonder and fear.

"So it is true." Boromir, the man from the night before, stands up. He's unable to take his eyes off the ring. "In a dream I was the eastern sky grow dark but in the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying: "Your doom is near at hand. Isildur's Bane is found."

Tension fills the air as he steps toward the ring. As he reaches out Gandalf's voice booms as he speaks in a language Lynn has never heard before.

Elrond turns and looks at him in anger. "Never before has any uttered the words of that tongue here in Imaldris."

Gandalf returns to his seat. "I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond for the Black Speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The ring is altogether evil."

"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor..." Boromir says and stands up again.

Lynn inwardly groans, This guy is an idiot. She glances at Aragorn who is shaking his head.

"...Let us use it against him," Boromir finally finishes.

Aragorn sighs. "You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master."

Boromir spins to face him. "And what would a Ranger know of this matter?"

Legolas jumps to his feet to defend his friend. "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

"Aragorn," Boromir says in surprise and looks over at Aragorn. "This is Ilsildur's heir?"

Legolas glares at him. "And heir to the throne of Gondor."

"Havo dad (sit down), Legolas," Aragorn says slightly annoyed.

Boromir looks at Legolas. "Gondor has no king." He turns and narrows his eyes at Aragorn. "Gondor needs no king," he says defiantly before returning to his seat.

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it," Gandalf says ignoring Boromir's outbusrt.

"you have only one choice," Elrond says stepping in. "The Ring must be destroyed."

Lynn watches wide-eyed as one of the Dwarves swings his axe at the ring and only accomplishes destroying his axe. Elrond then tells them that the ring can only be destroyed in the fires of Mount Doom.

Lynn sighs in irritation when Boromir dramatically describes Mordor. "...Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."

"Well, no one thought it would be a walk in the park," Lynn says sarcastically, tired of his need for attention.

Boromir's gaze lands on her. "Why are you here, woman?" he snears.

"Because I have more backbone than you apparently and I'm definately smarter," she hisses. "The ring has to be destroyed before it destroys us." She leans back in her chair. "Use it, indeed," she says sarcastically.

Boromir jumps out of his chair. "And if we fail, what then?" He strides halfway to her chair. "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" he yells.

Lynn jumps out of her own chair and meets him in the middle. "It's better than sitting here and letting him walk right in and take it. And that is what will happen if we do not try. It's only a matter of time before he finds it," she yells back.

She turns to return to her chair just in time to hear Gimli yell: "Never trust an Elf!"

She spins to face him. "Oh shut up Gimli!" she yells. She turns back around to find Legolas standing there holding back the other two Mirkwood Elves. He smirls at her and she just shrugs and returns to her seat.

She looks across at Aragorn and he shakes his head in amusement at her.

"I know, I know, I should have kept my mouth shut." she grumbles. Her attention is drawn to Frodo when he stands up.

"I will take it." he says but no one hears him. "I will take it," he says louder. Everyone stops and turns to face him. "I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though, I do not know the way."

Gandalf smiles sadly. "I will help you bear the burden, Frodo Baggins as long as it is yours to bear." Gandalf pats Frodo on the shoulder as he steps behind him.

Aragorn walks over to him. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will." He kneels in front of Frodo. "You have my sword." Aragorn stands and moves behind him.

"And you have my bow." Legolas takes his place behind Frodo.

"And my axe," Gimli says and Legolas makes a "ah crap" face.

Lynn stiffles a laugh. "This is why I'm here in the first place so I will continue on this journey with you and protect you any way I can." She steps between Legolas and Gimli to seperate the two.

"You carry the fates of us all, little one." Boromir steps forward and this time it's Lynn who makes the "ah crap" face. "If this is indeed the will of the Council then Gondor will see it done."

Here." Sam jumps out of the bushes and nearly knocks Aragorn over. "Mister Frodo's not going anywhere without me."

Elrond gives him an amused look. "No, indeed it is hardly possible to seperate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not."

"Oi! We're coming too!" Merry and Pippin appear from behind a column. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us," Merry says. And from the look on Elrond's face Lynn figures that he's very tempted to do just that.

Anyway you need people of intellagence on this sort of mission, quest, thing," Pippin says.

"Well that rules you out,Pip," Merry says and Lynn chuckles.

"Ten companions," Elrond says thoughtfully. "So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

"Great! Where are we going?" Lynn rolls her eyes and pops him lightly on the back of his head.

"What?" he asks inocently and Lynn just shakes her head in amusement.