A/N: LOL, Celtic Cross, if you've got a lot to say you can write whatever's on your mind. Also, I sort of got Frodo mad at the council. Sorry that I can't have put more about the council. Valia's history was kind of explained, but you get more hints of it in later chapters. :D
Chapter 12: Council of Elrond
Valia sat in her room by the window watching the others at the Council of Elrond below. She knew why Elrond hadn't called her to come; she was the daughter of the enemy, and many of them would fear her. She knew the hobbits didn't. Sam, Merry, and Pippin would never treat her differently, and Frodo still loved her.
She sighed and left the window; she knew she had been distant lately. She was trying to protect him from getting hurt, but she herself was dying inside. She closed her eyes; she would have to stop pushing him away.
"My lady." Valia looked up to a maidservant standing in the doorway. "I've been sent to take you to Lord Elrond."
Valia nodded then followed the maidservant down to the Council area. She entered alone, and many began to whisper. The elves acknowledged her kindly, knowing of the elvish blood in her. The dwarves muttered amongst themselves, and Aragorn bowed his head respectively toward her.
"What is this?" Boromir demanded. "Have you brought the evil one's daughter that she may put a spell on us?"
Valia turned to him. "I couldn't cast such a spell, even if I tried."
Boromir leapt up, his hand raised as if to strike her. Valia gasped and took a step back, but Frodo stepped between them.
"I will kill you if you touch her!" Frodo growled. Merry, Pippin, and Sam were at his side in moments to help in any way they could.
"Enough!" Elrond said, standing. "No one will be harming anyone. You're all leaving on a quest soon. The last thing you need is a confrontation!"
A/N: Isn't that just the cutest thing!