Well I didn't get to many reviews if u know what I mean but ohwell, here is the next chapter in my story.

If you read the first chp. U know all that crap.

Chp 2. The journey to Rivendel

Aragorn awoke early the next morning, not as early as Eäráng, but early enough. Eldarian awoke a few minutes later. He put on an old traveling cloak that once belonged to his father. He ate breakfast with his father. His mother Arwen Undomniel came down to bid them farewell. They went to the stable and saddled their horses.

They rode to the Captain of the Guard's home, so that Aragorn could leave instruction for Faramir to rule while he was gone. Faramir was surprised to see Aragorn clad in lowly garments. However this is how Eldarian had imagined his father to be. The man he saw in his fathers eyes, choking on this way of life, drowning in this city, his city. The man he saw in his fathers eyes was the man he wanted to be wild, and untamable. Faramir did not see this man, could not see this man. No one accept Eldarian could see this man. Because only he needed to, he needed to see his father in some other way than this man that did nothing, besides give orders.

"Eldarian, Eldarian! Let us go. We must ride swiftly," Aragorn spoke quickly. "Also you need not call me Aragorn, call me Strider." He turned his horse around and galloped off, quickly followed by his son.

They rode through the gate and across the planes towards Rivendell. They rode through Rohan and north to Rivendell.

One night, camping under some trees, Eldarian confronted his father. "Father?" he asked Aragorn. He nodded as to show that he had his attention. "Those stories you told be of the Dunedin, that was you was it not?"

Aragorn nodded then fell off to sleep.

They woke early the next morning and continued to Rivendell. Riding swiftly the passed Eäráng, who was proceeding slowly through the lands.

Eäráng found himself again staring into this river, as he had once before, long ago. Staring at his image. The way that the water rippled, making his image swirl. Everything fell away from him, his past, his hurts, everything that ever made him unhappy left him.

He awoke from his dream and continued towards Rivendell unknowingly having been passed by his "friends". He rode slowly towards Rivendell.

When he arrived Aragorn and Eldarain had already been there for 2 days. He jumped off his horse and ran to go find Gandalf.

"Who are you to so pass into my realm?" asked a voice all too familiar.

Eäráng turned and bowed low to Elrond, "I thought you sailed across the sea, Elrond. I see you have returned. I am Eäráng, a ranger, yet also an elf. Has Gandalf arrived?"

"No, Gandalf is not here, although, Aragorn and his son are. Would you like to see them?" asked Elrond who sees Gandalf about a day away.

"No thank you, Lord Elrond. I ask my leave." He answered then turned and walked away.

The next day Gandalf arrived early and quickly brought Eldar to a bed. Still not awoken from her deep slumber.

"Is Eäráng here yet?" Gandalf asked, "If so bring him to me."

A few minutes later Eäráng was found and brought to the room where Eldar rested. "What took you so long, you should have been here long before I." Gandalf motioned to the girl lying in the bed. "Is that the one who carries the Ring?" Gandalf nodded. "I expected it to be well, a man."

"You expect many things, but they don't happen," said Gandalf, again speaking in riddles.

He left Gandalf sitting their awaiting the council. A few days later, the council was held. There were many there. Representatives for Dwarves were Gloin son of Gimli, Gilith son of Gloin, and many others. For men there was Ister, Dethelian, Aragorn, and Eldarian. For Hobbits was Frodo, Drigger, and Merry Great-Grandson of Pippin. The only wizard present was Gandalf. There were many elves there Elrond and his two sons, Isthilius, Glorfindel, and Eäráng.

"I suppose most of you do not know each other, therefore we will introduce ourselves," said Elrond. "I am Elrond lord of Rivendell, this however I am sure you knew."

"I am Isthilius."

"I am Gandalf the White, or Mithrandir."

"I am Merry."

"I am Drigger, son of Sam, son of Sam, Son of Sam."

"I am Frodo."
"I am Eldarian, son of Aragorn."

"I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn, King of Gondor.

"I am Dethelian."

"I am Ister."

"I am Gloin son of Gimli."

"I am Gilith son of Gloin."

It stopped at Eäráng. "And who are you?" Aragorn asked. Then everyone noticed another sitting with the Elves, "and you?"

"I am Eldar," she answered.

"I am Eäráng, My Lord," this time he spoke in mockery.

"Humble man, indeed. Not even a Ranger. So what do you make of yourself, Oh humble one?" Aragorn asked using the same tone as Eäráng.

"That is enough," Elrond commanded. "There are more important things in play. The One Ring was not destroyed; many gave their lives for this cause. And for what? Nothing. Many others have run from their true fates." At this Eäráng stood up.

"I am sorry, I must take my leave, I have no words to say. The same thing is going to be decided. Whomever goes on this quest I shall go with him." He turned away.

"You know he is right," said Elrond. "But how would he know, he wasn't present at that council."

"I told him of it Elrond." Said Gandalf.

"Ok, well who will take it, then, to Mordor?" Gandalf looked at Eldar, and she nodded.

"I will take it to Mordor, I will destroy it. But I ask for some companions," she stated.

"And companions you will have. Council dismissed. Me and Gandalf will decide who goes." Everyone got up, bowed to Lord Elrond, and left.

Well that's it I hope I get more reviews but hey I just enjoy writing. PLZZZZZZZZZZ review for my poor soul.