A/N - OK I am letting you know that despite how this Chapter ends it IS NOT A MARY SUE. You will see why in the next chapter. Please read and review this. I also apologize for the awkward ending to this chapter, I was having a real problem with it, so I just sort of cut it off.

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Lilthoniel chided herself on the long walk back to Rivendell. She had been foolish, nay, childish in her reaction to her father's departure. She was no longer an Elfing, and could not act as such. Was she really that surprised that her father had left? In her heart, she knew the answer was no. The only reason that he had remained for so long was because of her. She should have appreciated that sacrifice and had not.

"We shall meet again upon the hither shore," she said softly aloud, "It is not as if he has been taken to the Halls of Mandos."

Yet, as much as she tried, a splinter of pain was still embedded in Lilthoniel's heart, and for some reason she could not prevent tears from falling down her face. As she entered Imladris, she made her way toward the main hall, hoping that she could steady herself before approaching Lord Elrond.

Lilthoniel walked swiftly toward the door to Elrond's chamber and knocked. It was answered by Erestor, who gave her a slight look of pity. Lilthoniel dismissed it and entered the room, and saw Glorfindel and Elrond seated. Apparently she had interrupted a serious meeting. All of Elrond's chief advisors were there. Save one.

She took in a ragged breath and said "My Lord Elrond, there are many tidings of late. Was it not seen fit to inform me certain events that have transpired?" She looked him directly in the eyes, her gaze unwavering.

"Much has occurred that you are not aware of. Your father's departure was of lesser importance than other matters."

Despite the harshness of his words, there was a softness in the Elven Lord's eyes that Lilthoniel found affinity in. He too had lost a loved one to Valinor.

"I understand," she said softly. "I apologize for my intrusion. Might I ask why you held a Council yesterday?"

Elrond replied "Then you truly do not know. The Ring of the Enemy has been found."

Lilthoniel was taken aback "How shall we fight this evil?"

"We are not going to fight. All we can do is hope, for this matter is not in my hands. It goes in the hands of a halfling."

"What do you mean?"

"Frodo, the heir of Bilbo, whom you know, has been appointed the task of Ringbearer. He shall set out in some time to destroy the One Ring. I must decide who shall accompany him."

"I see. I am sure that your decision will be a wise one, My Lord."

"I hope so."

Lilthoniel exited the room with a new sense of purpose. Though he had said nothing of it to her, Elrond had given her a reason to continue on this Middle Earth. The quest of the Ring would be hers also.