Malu crept down the dark halls of the Last Homely House, known as Rivendell. She was restless, both of the midgets had left for bed, totally smashed. And she was still going on some hyper energy. Most of the occupants of Rivendell were fast asleep, for it was in the wee hours of the morning. So, she decided, very diplomatically, her victims for some pranks. First, was the El-twins. They had always messed with her so it was time to return the favor. Then she thought about a certain vain prince and his hair. With a smirk, she turned towards the gardens to get some useful herbs.

Malu leaned tiredly against her hand and yawned into the other. It was now a decent time to eat, around 6 o'clock. She had got only a 3 hour nap before she got up for some breakfast. It was also the 25th of October, or so she learned from a helpful she-elf. She eyed her food and decided it was time to eat. She reached for a fork when two familiar twin screams roused her from her haze. She blinked and looked up, everyone was alarmed and starting to move towards the sound, in haste. She sighed and grabbed her fork, to only hear another very high pitched scream of outrage.

She blinked…Legolas apparently can sing soprano…that's an interesting factoid. She stabbed some meat, chewed and then swallowed. Standing, she went off to go see the commotion.

Their in the middle of a large crowd, was a very embarrassed and hysterical elf with an interesting hair style. The bangs were streaked with red, green and blue while the back was dyed black. It was very stylish and anime-ish. She held back her giggles as blue eyes met with hers. She raised an eyebrow to him and giggled. Her attention was then diverted to two twins in red and blue. Everything about them was so, even the color of their skin and hair. The crowd of elves was now in stitches, leaning against each other, laughing hysterically. She pushed through the crowds till she was before the two twin wonders.

"What happened to you! Did you guys go berry pickin' and ended up smearing it all-over yourselves?" She exclaimed, holding back her laughter. Her eyes twinkled in merriment. The twins growled at her and grabbed her hands. There was a very faint green tint to them. They blinked and looked to the prince and then growled even more.

"My you've been a bit troublesome today." She blinked innocently enough.

"It's not my fault chlorophyll stains in some plants." But when she said that, she was gathered in a dyed filled hug. This made her screech. Then there was a scream of rage which made her slide through the hug, to duck a tackle from the prince himself. He was now in a tangle of limbs with the twins. She giggled.

"See ya, suckers!" She started to laugh madly and ran. Her cackles were heard as she ran past the elves and to the gardens, with 3 very pissed off elves following close behind.

Malucath gulped as she looked up at Lord Elrond himself. His face was calm but you could just see a vein throbbing by his temple. She sheepishly smiled and slumped in her seat. Around her was the twins, Legolas and for some reason, Gandalf the Grey. They all were giving her stern looks. She laughed nervously.

"It was a joke. You know…ha ha? The dye will come out after you wash it four times with soap…" She trailed off weakly when the looks got worse.

"You pulled a prank…on the prince of Mirkwood? And my sons?" Lord Elrond said with a bit of anger and disbelief in his voice.

"…Yes…I was bored…"

"YOU WERE BORED!"

"I did say that didn't I?" She blinked and thought back making sure she did say that. She nodded when she made sure she did and looked to them. They were looking at her in disbelief. She smiled sweetly at them. This made them blink and Gandalf shook his head chuckling.

"It's no wonder why your friends with the hobbits," he said with amusement clearly in his voice. Lord Elrond sighed. She suddenly felt a hard thump on her head.

"Ow!"

"Don't you ever ask us to help you for distractions again!" Scolded Elladan, amusement twinkling in his eyes. Usually hitting a woman wasn't a very acceptable behavior, but after it was clear that she was going to be rough-housing with them, they grew to treat her like a little brother…even if she was female. She looked up and stuck her tongue out at them.

"You're just jealous 'cuz I pulled one over you and the prince." This made Lord Elrond sigh in annoyance. Elrohir tousled her hair every which way, which had her scowl.

"Oi! Paws off the hair, elf boy!" She cried in fake outrage. This made the twins laugh. She felt her hair raised and turned to Legolas. He was giving her a very even, if not mad, look.

"Sorry…I didn't purposely target you…I just wondered how you would react!" She gave him a sweet smile and jumped up out of her chair. She went up and hugged him, from his sitting position, and jumped out of the room to go enjoy the rest of her morning , leaving a laughing audience and one bewildered elf.

Malu stretched as she looked to the book in front of her. She was reading up on the history and geography of Middle Earth. She was also coping down a map, carefully, on a piece of parchment, using colored inks so that she may color code certain information needed. After finishing the label for Forlindon, she looked to the book for any useful information. Giving a satisfied nod, she closed the book and sprinkled some drying sand over her parchment. She then grabbed the book, leaving the papers, to place the book back in its original spot. She stretched and looked to the local librarian, Erestor. He had high cheekbones and neat raven hair that tumbled over his shoulders. He had a rather stoic look about him constantly. She first met him when she woke up after being captured. He was also the high councilor…or something to that degree. He was watching her to make sure she had put away the book in the right place. This made her raise an eyebrow at him, which was responded with an even look. She decided to respond with a wink and a mischievous grin. This made him jerk in surprise but calm after her laughter. She grabbed her papers and gave him one last look, with a vulpine grin. He shook his head at her in suppressed laughter. Then, she turned and walked out, her hips swaying.

While walking down the halls, her shoulder was suddenly touched. She yelped loudly and spun around. What she saw made her scowl, there was a laughing Elladan.

"A little jumpy aren't we?"

"I'm paranoid…for good reason too," she answered.

"There is a council today, my father wishes for you to come." She raised an eyebrow.

"Really? Facinating…is there whiny males there?" She asked, a wary look on her face. He laughed at her.

"You will see, now dress nicely quickly. The council is in an hour." She nodded.

"Sir yes sir!" She saluted him and skipped off, ignoring the musical laughter behind her.

She was upset. When one of the maids heard she was to dress up, how she did not know, they did dress her…like a friggin' whore…AGAIN! She growled trying to warn off the maids. Apparently she had done this too much, for they laughing as if it was an endearing quality. She rolled her eyes.

"You spoil all my fun," she said with a pout. Maksalosa patted her painted cheek.

" Don't worry, you will look wonderful."

"You are aware I have..5 minutes to get my butt down there…"

" That's why you're finish, dear."

"Oh…" She looked into the mirror. They had again gave her a similar look except a different look. She had a silvery blue dress, very light in color, that had the scoop neck and a sort of puffy sleeves till a sort of band, then they fell into a bell sleeve with ruffles. Her eyes were accented with a soft blue and her face skin tone was evened out. Her lips were just painted with a gloss. She rose an eyebrow at her appearance.

"It's just a meeting…oh well. Thank you, I look wonderful." This made the others smile appreciatively. She had already learned that a happy maid was a good one. They never screwed with your stuff or did anything to spite you, which was a very good thing. She heard a knock at the door.

"Coming!" She went to open the door, when it opened. Elladan looked at her surprised.

"Don't ask. Let's go. I don't want to be late." She pulled him out of the door and hoped to be on time for the council…thingy.

A bell rang as she looked up from the gardens. She and Elladan had been walking leisurely, he had told her that he had told her ten minutes earlier then the actual council, so that they wouldn't be late. She waved good-bye, for the bell was the warning bell for the council.

When she arrived she saw many elves, Prince Legolas, Glorfindel, Galdor, Erestor, and two elves that she didn't know, one being a king, from what she could tell. Two dwarves held themselves away from the elves, giving them shifty glances. A man, whom she recognize as Boromir, whom the maids were gossiping about, was sitting far from the others. She also saw Aragorn, Frodo, Bilbo, and Gandalf sitting. And there, being the head of the council was Elrond, looking as noble and callous as normal. She sighed and gathered her skirt in her hands. Several of the males look to her in interest. She glared at Boromir whom seemed to be eyeing her a little bit too much. She quickly moved over to sit, a bit sulkily, next to the dwarfs. She smiled at them kindly. They looked at her inquiringly. Yes, she thought, a start of a wonderfully curious friendship. She inwardly rolled her eyes.

"What is a woman doing at the council?" She turned and scowled at Boromir. But before she could insult him, she was interrupted by Gandalf.

"She is here at the request of Lord Elrond. Be at peace, she has as much right being here as you." Hehehe…Does Lord Elrond know that she's not from around here? She looked boldly to Boromir with a scathing look. He scowled at her with narrowed eyes. Suddenly I song came into her head.

I'm an asshole, he's an asshole, an asshole, what an asshole, I'm an asshole, what the world's biggest asshole!A SS HO LE EVERBODY A SS HO LE! I'm an asshole, and I'm proud of it. – Dennis Leary, I'm an asshole

She huffed. That damn well fitted him quite well. The council then began to start.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have 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," he gestured to the stone pedestal in the center, "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo." Frodo stood and placed the ring on the pedestal. Trying his best not to look back, he returned to his seat. The council began to whisper to one another.

"So it is true..." Mused Boromir.

"The Doom of Men," said the elf stranger. Boromir shook his head in disagreement.

"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?" He began to pace, his gaze on the ring. "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe! Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use it against him!" Aragorn jumped up.

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

"And what would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir sneered at the ranger. Legolas stood in outrage and began to open his mouth.

"This is no mere ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

"Aragorn? This... is Isildur's heir?" Boromir's, Frodo's and my eyes widened.

"And heir to the throne of Gondor," Legolas said in a superior tone. Those who didn't know, looked wide eyed to Aragorn.

"Havo dad Legolas, " Softly commanded Aragorn. Legolas sat down sulkily.

"Gondor has no king. Gondor needs no king," he retorted in a snotty tone, obviously upset at this update.

"Aragorn is right. We cannot use it," Gandalf agreed warily.

"You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed." Elrond let his gaze sweep over the bunch.

"What are we waiting for?" One of the dwarves said, which she later learned his name was Gimli. Gimli grabbed his ax and threw it over his shoulder, trying to attack the ring. "ARGH!" He struck the Ring with all his strength, but he was thrown to the ground, by the ring. Frodo winced as they looked to the ring, surrounded by shards of the axe. They could hear the faint whispers of the black tongue from the Ring.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin by any craft that we here possess. The Ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came." The ring whispered dangerously Ash Nazg. "One of you must do this." The council went dead silent.

"One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its black gates are guarded by more than just orcs. There is evil there that does not sleep. And the great Eye is ever watchful. It is a barren wasteland. Riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly!" Exclaimed Boromir.

"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed!" Legolas stood indignantly and glared at Boromir.

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it!" Gimli jumped up and began to accuse.

"And if we fail, what then! What happens when Sauron takes back what is his!" Said Boromir as he stood.

"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!" Growled Gimli. The council members began to argue angrily. Malucath sighed and watched them while muttering threats.

"Never trust an elf!" Cried Gimli.

"Do you not understand that while we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it!" Growled Gandalf. Frodo and Malucath both sat, one watching the ring and the other watching the council. Malucath turned to Frodo, when the argument got worse. She saw him rise and began to look determined.

"I will take it! I will take it!" Cried Frodo. The others looked at him in shock.

"I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though-- I do not know the way," said Frodo softly. Gandalf walked to Frodo and placed a hand on Frodo's shoulders reassuringly.

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, so long as it is yours to bear," Gravely said Gandalf. Aragorn rose.

"If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." Aragorn approached Frodo and keeled before him. "You have my sword."

"And you have my bow," exclaimed Legolas.

"And my axe!" He scowled at Legolas but he joined the group. Boromir joined them.

"You carry the fates of us all little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done." Then suddenly, Sam popped out of the bushes.

"Heh! Mr. Frodo is not goin' anywhere without me!" Exclaimed Sam.

"No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not." Lord Elrond looked amused, which the bugger never showed me ANY emotion…asshole. But Sam was followed by the others.

"Wait! We are coming too!"

"You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us!" Merry boasted.

"Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission, quest... thing," Pippin chirped.

"Well that rules you out Pip," retorted Merry. Pippin sulked. Malucath took this time to rise. She walked to Frodo.

"Like hell am I gonna leave it to males to save the world…you would end up doing something stupid. Frodo, as long as my heart as beating, I will do everything in my power to help you." The male occupants looked to her shocked as she kneeled before him, which was fairly difficult to do in a dress. "And besides," she muttered. "Males don't go to other males for comfort when they dream of horrors. It's not healthy to keep it all in." She looked up with amusement in her eyes, up to Frodo. Then she stood and kissed Frodo's brow.

"Ten companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!" Elrond exclaimed, amusedly.

"Great! Where are we going?" Asked Pippin excitedly, everyone else groaned.