Author's Note: If it sucks, I am really sorry. I tried my best to make it good. Hope you like.

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Chapter 2

Lord Elrond looked around the opening of the room, where all members of his council sat. The dwarves, who live deep inside of the mountains, the elves, who live deep in the forests and the men, who live in the cities. They all have came to Rivendell to help decide on the fate of The One Ring, that young master Frodo Baggins had brought.

"Frodo, please step forward and place the ring in the middle," Lord Elrond stated, holding his hand out and pointed to the pillared that stood in the middle of the room.

The young hobbit, which would look like a small child in your eyes, hopped off the chair, and slowly made his way across the room. He could feel the wandering eyes on him and it had made him feel very uncomfortable. But he did as the Lord of the elves of Rivendell had instructed him to do. He reached into his small pocket of his vest and slowly pulled out the tiny gold object he had protected with his life.

He brought his hand up, holding the ring tightly, feeling the power of it as he held his hand over the pillared and slowly bringing it down to place the ring upon it.

But with inches away from it, there was a loud rumble and a bright flash of light as he was thrown back, away from the pillar, landing hard with a thump next to Gandalf's feet.

The sky grew dark, flashes of lightning scattered across the sky and loud deafening thunder rumbled. Blue and green energy flickered over the pillar and the wind blew hard.

"Gandalf!" Frodo yelled as he tried to make himself heard over the loud noises that filled the air. He looked in his hand to make sure that the ring was still there and it was. A sigh of relief escaped his lips. He was scared and did not know what to do. One minute he was standing in front of the pillar, ready to place the ring on it and the next minute he was thrown back by a force he never had felt before. And now he sat on the ground, back where he had started from and was wondering what could have caused him to fly back and land hard on the ground in front of his Wizard friend.

Gandalf got to his feet, quickly, grabbing Frodo by his shirt and pushed him aside and behind him, making sure that the young hobbit was safe and out of harms way before turning to Lord Elrond, wondering if he had anything to do with what was going on right at that moment, but when their eyes met, he knew that Elrond had nothing to do with it.

"What is this?" Legolas, the Prince of Mirkwood yelled out, standing to his feet and reached over his shoulders and pulled out both his elven knives, twirling them in his hands, ready to fight whatever came.

There was a loud grunt next to him, and when Legolas looked down at his side, he only grinned to himself, as Gimli, the son of the dwarven king Gloin, stood next to him with his axes ready in hand. Gimli looked up and rolled his eyes, "I will not let an elf get all the action," He growled.

Legolas was about to say something to the comment that the dwarf had said, but a voice broke through the loud rumble, "We must protect the ring!" Strider yelled.

With weapons in hand, Legolas, Gimli, Strider and the Captain of Gondor; Boromir, quickly gathered around Gandalf and Frodo, knowing that if this was evil, they were going to stand and fight, protect what they had come for.

Their attention was now on the ever growing blue and green energy as it flashed and flickered, wondering, confused, on what could have caused it. Was the enemy behind this? Did Saruman and Sauron use some type of forces of darkness to come and stop them and take the ring back to where it belongs?

Loud zapping came from the energy as it began to open the vortex. The earth beneath their feet started to shake, rocking them back and forth.

"Gandalf!" Frodo yelled, as he lost his balance, but Boromir had caught the young halfling before he could fall. He looked up at the man, grateful, Boromir only smiled.

The vortex opened, bigger, ready to spit out what was inside. Big flashes of light, bright as it could be, blinding any of who was seeing.

With a loud rumble and a scream for help, the vortex opened its mouth and spit out the waiting person. She landed fast and hard with a thud on top of the pillar before it crumbled beneath her and the darkness claimed her.

As fast as she came, her friend had followed behind. She fell to the ground, next to her fallen friend who was not moving, hard and the wind was knocked out of her. Gasping for air, she rolled over on her side and moaned in pain. Her body had felt as though it had just been ripped in two, leaving only the tingly, stinging sensation run through her.

And quickly as the bright blinding lights, the deafening rumbles, the blue and green energy, the vortex was gone, only leaving behind the two girls, helpless.

Gandalf was the first to open his eyes. The wind had stopped, it was again quiet. Everything was back to normal. But as he looked around, everything seemed to be in place, nothing was out of the ordinary, but when he looked towards the middle of the room, two strange figures; dressed in black laid there and the only sound he could hear, was the soft cries coming from one of the figures as the other laid motionless, without a sign of life.

The remaining members of the council and Lord Elrond had opened their eyes and had seen the same thing Gandalf had, the two figures dressed in black, laying in the middle of the room where once the pillar had stood, now it was nothing but broken pieces and dust.

Lord Elrond walked slowly towards the one figure that had started to move, instructing the other to stay back, until he knew that it was safe. He could hear the soft cries.

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Taylor moved, moaning as she felt a sharp pain shoot through her right side. Tears formed in her eyes as she tried to move again, but only pain would cover her. She knew she had either bruised or broken her ribs when she had landed. Her head pounded, her muscles jerked and were cramped and hurt. Her breathing had finally started to return to normal from when all air was knocked out of her. But everything to her was one big blur. She slowly pushed her dark brown hair away from her face. Through blurry eyes, she slowly lifted her head. She saw her friend, lying there, motionless. She reached her shaky hand out to touch her friend, but her hand just fell next to her. "Sa...Saige," Taylor choked out, as tears fell from her eyes.

No words or sounds and not even a movement came from Saige. She thought the worst had happened and that had freaked her out. She had lost her best friend and she didn't like that idea. "No," Taylor cried, "She can't be. I won't let it be."

Taylor cradled her right rib side and slowly propped herself up on her elbow, leaning forward as she felt the pain in her side. She let out a cry of pain and started to scoot herself towards Saige. She looked up, hoping to find someone that could help her and her friend. Her eyes locked on the dark haired man who was walking his way over to her, but as he was getting closer to her, she noticed that he wasn't a normal man, but someone who looked like a man with rather unusual pointy ears. "Please...please help," She whispered.

Lord Elrond looked at the young girl. He could feel the pain that she was in and doing what any good father would do if that was his child he quickly walked over to her. He knelt down beside her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. She turned her head and with watery eyes she looked up at him. Their eyes met and with a caring smile, he brought his hand up and lightly brushed away her tears, "Uuma dela nessima er," He spoke softly, stroking her hair, "Lle nar varna si."

He turned to the others and quickly instructed Boromir and Strider to step forward. Getting a quick glimpse of the other girl, he knew she was seriously hurt and had to be cared for. Some wounds that he could see were badly and they had to be attended too before any type of infection could set it.

Boromir and Strider hurried over to the side of Lord Elrond. He told Strider to take the other girl to his room and told Boromir to help him with Taylor, who looked worried as the dark haired man had placed his sword down next to him and bent down and carefully as he could, picked up Saige and carried her off.

Taylor yelped in pain as Boromir and Lord Elrond had helped her to her feet. Grabbing her right side again and almost falling over as her legs gave away. Lord Elrond noticed and turned to the man next to him, nodding his head, Boromir picked Taylor up and held her close to him and carried her off in the same direction Strider had taken the other girl with Lord Elrond right behind him.

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Translation:

Uuma dela nessima er-Don't worry young one

Lle nar varna si-You are safe now

If by any chance that my elvish is wrong, I am sorry, I can only work with what I have.