Part, the Fifth

Things Decided

Kagome sagged against the hall wall and tried to drum up the energy to walk. Strider came up behind her and swept her into his arms, ignoring her protests.

"You and Elrond have worked through the night on Frodo with Glorfindel. Now, you need to get yourself healed and rest."

Grumbling, but too exhausted to fight, Kagome let him take her to the room she usually occupied when she stayed in Rivendell. He left her with a fond ruffle of her hair as Glorfindel entered without knocking.

With the ease of familiarity, he removed her armor and said nothing as she pulled up her shirt to allow him access to the wounds in her side.

"Freaking curtain-wearing corpses," she gritted out as he began working his power through the injury.

"You are taking far too many risks, little love," he chastised her as he helped her into a much-longed for bath.

Sinking down as far as she dared in the blissful water, she leaned her head on his thigh where he sat on the side of the tub.

"Not much for it, old man. Besides, I saw what you managed to do to three of them, hypocrite. And you fought the others off long enough for Frodo to get across the river."

Sighing, he helped her wash her hair as her side still ached with any movement. "Your prophecy is realized now."

"Hm?" She asked drowsily.

With a quiet chuckle, he dried her and carefully tucked her into bed. "The one you made when first we met."

Forcing her eyes open, Kagome focused on his familiar features. "Oh. Well, I suppose so. Are you leaving?"

Brows raised incredulously, he merely shot her a look. Grinning, she scooted over as best she could and was comforted when he slid in beside her.

"Ever am I keeping vigil when you throw yourself into reckless battles," he grumbled as his golden power danced over her skin.

Poking his stomach, she huffed. "I've patched you up a fair few times over the years, jerk. Now be quiet; I need to sleep."

Smiling at her petulant tone, he obliged her.

…..

When Frodo woke, some days later, he was cheered by the feast that Elrond was giving in honor of what happened at the Ford. The hobbit sat in a place of honor at Elrond's table. Glorfindel was on one side of Elrond and Gandalf on the other. All three of them were a sight to behold, with Gandalf for the first time seeming as much a lord of dignity as the other two.

Glorfindel was smiling and speaking softly to the small lady on his other side, his green eyes twinkling with joy. Frodo jerked when the lady turned and he was able to see his long-time friend Kagome. Here, she seemed encased with a regality that transformed her into a vision even beyond the fair folk around her. Never had he seen her garbed in anything but her armor and traveling clothes. To see her so at ease and enchanting quite took his breath away.

She spoke to the lady across from her, who bore a strong resemblance to Elrond. The dark haired Elf-maiden inclined her head and smiled, replying in a way that had Kagome laughing gaily.

"Well said, Arwen!"

Frodo shook himself and turned his attention back to his meal and then began a conversation with the Dwarf at his side. Glóin was his name and he was most heartily pleased to find so willing a listener to his tales, especially upon learning of Frodo's kinship with Bilbo. Readily enough, the feast ended and Elrond and Arwen led the company to the Hall of Fire. As minstrels began to make beautiful music and the room filled, Frodo was enraptured at the fair faces and even fairer voices around him. Soon, however, he came upon someone he had sorely missed. It was with great delight that he found Bilbo settled against a pillar, grumbling at having his thinking interrupted. When finally the old hobbit polished his verses enough to present them to the hall, Frodo was quite ready to withdraw and spend the rest of the evening hours catching up with his uncle, whom he hadn't realized he'd missed so very much. Bilbo seemed of the same mind and motioned for him to quietly follow him towards the doors.

Before they exited, however, he turned back for a final look at the wondrous sight. As he did, his eyes were drawn to a corner seemingly tucked a bit away from the rest. Kagome stood there, facing Glorfindel, who was murmuring something to her quietly. The woman shook her head, a tear sliding down her cheek as she did. The Elf smiled, and it seemed to Frodo that a touch of wistful sadness was in the gesture. He only had a moment to think on it, as he was rendered incapable of the action as Glorfindel bent and tenderly kissed the petite beauty. It was brief, but the emotion that passed between the two made Frodo feel as though he'd spied on something not meant for another's eyes. He quickly scrambled after Bilbo as Glorfindel tucked the miko against his side and led her also toward the exit.

…..

Kagome crossed her arms and hugged herself as Glorfindel watched her quietly in her room. "I don't want you to leave," she whispered.

Moving until he could wrap his arms around her and pull her back against his chest, he smiled against her neck. "I know, Meril-Nín, and, had I not Seen what I did, naught in Endor could tear me from your side."

As in the Hall of Fire, her emotions filled her eyes and spilled down her cheeks. Her heart felt as though it was being wrenched in two.

"For most of this Age, you have been my other half, Kagome," he said softly. "But I have only been a substitute for yours."

Sobbing, she shook her head and twisted to throw her arms around his shoulders. "Don't say that! How can you say that?"

Cupping her face, he tipped it up until she met his eyes. "I say it because it is a truth. My purpose in Endor will be fulfilled when next you leave Imladris. I've Seen this, and ever since, my heart has longed for Aman. Your searching will soon be over."

"You're one of my oldest friends, Glorfindel," she stated wetly, pulling away to wipe her face. "Even if you're no longer my lover, I selfishly want you to stay here."

"I will stay until next you leave," he promised, taking her hand. "But, then you must let me go. Your happiness will pass you by if you don't."

"Why do I always have to lose so much to gain so little?" she choked out through her anguish. "You've been by my side for nearly two thousand years, Glorfindel. I don't know what to do without you."

Smiling, his face softened with all the words he wouldn't say to her; not now when they would only break her more. "Yes, you do. A millennium ago, I felt your heart being tugged towards its rightful mate, Kagome. The time is near when he will come for you. My heart lies across the seas and I grow weary of these constant battles. The Age of Men is upon us, little love. I have no place in that world."

"I have no place anywhere," she stated, the despair in her voice slicing into him. "Do what you will." Facing her window, she dismissed him and waited until he quietly left to lose herself to her grief. Kirara could only watch in helpless distress.

…..

She became more withdrawn, though she pasted on her cheerful mask. Arwen and Celebrían had broached the subject with her, but had been politely and firmly shut out. Her only solace was in overseeing the gathering of intelligence on the enemy's movements. She threw herself into planning and often locked herself up for hours with Elrond and Gandalf. Today, she found the two males deep in discussion as they overlooked the frolicking hobbits.

"His strength returns," the dark haired Elf said as he and Gandalf looked at Frodo and his friends talking.

Kagome came up beside them, giving them each a smile. "I'm afraid that wound won't really heal, though."

Gandalf nodded. "No, he will have it the rest of his life."

"And yet, to have come so far still bearing the Ring, the hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to its evil," Elrond stated broodingly.

Kagome frowned at that, not liking what he was implying.

"It is a burden he should never have had to bear," the wizard insisted. "We can ask no more of Frodo."

And suddenly, she saw what they were talking about and felt denial rise up inside herself. They were facing a war, yes, but to sacrifice the innocence of the very people they were trying to protect? She knew what that felt like and she never wanted to go through it again.

"Gandalf, the enemy is moving. Sauron's forces are massing in the East. His eye is fixed on Rivendell and Saruman, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin."

Kagome's eyes flew to Gandalf. "Is that why you didn't meet us?"

The wizened man nodded. "Saruman has one of the palantír and has decided to join with Sauron. He overcame me and would have killed me had two friends not aided me in my flight." Looking back at Elrond, his shoulders hunched as he said, "His treachery, though, runs deeper than you know. By foul craft, Saruman has crossed Orcs with Goblin-men. He's breeding an army in the caverns of Isengard. An army that can move in sunlight and cover great distance at speed. Saruman is coming for the Ring."

The woman sank into a nearby chair, her face ashen as Elrond exclaimed, "This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves!"

Pacing, he growled, "We do not have the strength to fight both Mordor and Isengard." With a sigh to calm himself, he turned back to his friends as Gandalf walked away. "Gandalf, the Ring cannot stay here. This peril belongs to all Middle-earth. They must decide now how to end it. The time of the Elves is over. My people are leaving these shores. Who will you look to when we're gone? The Dwarves? They hide in mountains seeking riches. They care not for the troubles of others."

Gandalf leaned against his staff and placed a hand on the railing. "It is in Men that we must place our hope."

"Men?" Elrond scoffed. "Men are weak."

Kagome sat up at that. "Hey!" she protested, despite the conversation painfully beginning to echo the one she'd last had with Glorfindel.

Elrond eyed her. "You know you're not one of them, either, Kagome."

"Still, mankind has a lot to offer, if given the chance. They can do so much good," she insisted.

The Elf shook his head. "The race of Men is failing. The blood of Númenor is all but spent; its pride and dignity forgotten. It is because of Men the Ring survives. I was there, you two. I was there 3000 years ago when Isildur took the Ring. I was there the day the strength of Men failed."

Looking at him, Kagome felt sorrow for her friend. This had plagued him for longer than she'd been alive and to see the blood of his brother so diluted must kill him.

"I led Isildur into the heart of Mount Doom, where the Ring was forged: the one place it could be destroyed. It should have ended that day, but evil was allowed to endure." Elrond spat, "Isildur kept the Ring. The line of kings is broken. There's no strength left in the world of Men. They're scattered, divided, leaderless."

"There is one who could unite them," Gandalf replied. "One who will reclaim the throne of Gondor."

Elrond gave them his back as he looked down. "He turned from that path a long time ago. He has chosen exile."

Kagome stood. "Maybe, Elrond, but our paths are ever changing. He will face a choice, and soon. Don't give up on Men, yet."

The Elf leader glanced to her and gave a weary smile. "So will you, Kagome."

She looked away. "I know. I know what my path demands."

Galloping drew their attention as the representatives for the Council arrived. The three friends watched them as they dismounted and took in their surroundings. Placing a hand on Kagome's shoulder, Elrond gave her a gentle pat.

"I hope so, daughter of my heart. I sincerely hope so."

…..

After satisfying her stomach and visiting the hobbits, Kagome made her way to the garden to watch the stars appear. She smiled to herself when she saw Strider talking to Arwen. She hoped they would work things out. Kirara mewed once in seeming agreement before trotting away. Kagome arched a brow, but shrugged it off. It was good that Kirara could relax here.

She sighed as she found her favorite bench and let her aura sink out and into the surrounding area. Rivendell was as close to untainted as land could naturally be, but she purified it anyway. This gave the Elves another form of protection as well, and Kagome would do what she could for the people who had essentially adopted her. Drawing her cloak around her, she pushed her worries and sadness to the back of her mind. For the moment, she wasn't going to think about anything but enjoying the night. Her aura pulsed once more with pink light before fading.

"I told you I would find you," a voice whispered in her ear.

Taken completely by surprise, the miko shot up, spun, and had her kunai at the speaker's throat in the space of a heartbeat. Her eyes blazed pink fire as she glared at him.

'He' turned out to be a tall Elf who looked shocked, but was rapidly becoming amused. "You never said you had claws," he quipped.

Frowning, Kagome lowered her weapons and studied him. Like all Elves, he was unearthly beautiful. Judging by his clothes, Kagome noted, he was either nobility or royalty. His hair was so blonde, it was nearly white and his eyes were a grey bordering on silver. Something danced in those silver orbs at her study and it pulled at her unnervingly. The light around him nearly took her breath away as it fluctuated in brilliant silvers and whites. Though she'd seen brighter True Selves, his was radiant and easily the most beautiful.

"Who are you?" she asked lowly, unable to help letting a tendril of his light twine around her finger.

His eyes widened at that and then shone with light themselves. Bowing formally, he answered, "Legolas, son of Thranduil." Straightening, he looked at her curiously. "And you, little wanderer, who might you be that my father so Marks you?" The tendril of light tightened around her finger. "That you call my True Self so easily to you?"

Realization slammed into her with the force of an Orc club. Blushing brightly Kagome shook her finger loose. This was her tree-pal. She thought she might pass out; she'd seen his face in her vision and he was freaking Thranduil's son. Freaking Thranduil's son and she was feeling him up!

"Kagome Higurashi," she finally answered, extending her hand to him like a normal person-not reaching for any of the wonderful arrays of light that seemed to call for her. Play it off. She was definitely not just stroking him intimately.

Legolas grinned and bowed over her appendage, his amusement obvious in his eyes. She was thankful the tradition of kissing hands didn't exist in Middle-earth. As it was, her embarrassment rose to new heights.

"It's good to finally see you," he said, standing and not releasing her.

Face red, she tried to discreetly pull back her appendage as she heard someone approaching.

"You, too, ah, Legolas," she stammered. "Your father was most irritated at how often you managed to be away when I visited."

Laughing, he arched a brow. "Yes, I have heard much of you, Lady Vanwaien. Seldom have I heard my father speak so of another. You've been a dear friend to him and our people."

Feeling her embarrassment reaching epic proportions, Kagome thought she'd combust with the heat as Arwen and Strider appeared in the isolated corner of the garden. Arwen's brows lifted in surprise as Strider got a smug look on his face. Completely mortified, Kagome gave up trying to discretely tug at her fingers and abruptly snatched her hand back.

"I see you two are reacquainting," Strider chuckled.

The contentment left Legolas' face as he pointed a finger at the other male. "You knew who she was this whole time."

Strider held up his hands and shook his head. "Not the whole time. I figured it out when Kagome said something about her tree-pal."

Arwen looked confused. "How did you become acquainted?"

Kagome shifted uneasily. "We're not really. It's a long story."

Her ears twitched in the night breeze, drawing Legolas' attention. Seeing this, she huffed and propped a hand on her hip.

"I'm not an Elf."

Legolas arched a brow and studied her, knowing exactly what his father thought her to be. His eyes swept her from her dark hair, to the scar on her eye to her tiny feet. It was almost a caress.

"No," he agreed, content that his father was probably very near the truth, "but you aren't mortal."

The female Elf placed a hand on the miko's arm. "How are your wounds?" she asked in an effort to save her friend from being interrogated.

Pausing, a dark look skittered across her features as she heard the hidden meaning in her friend's words. "Better. My side is healed and I am…I am resigned, I suppose."

The Elf prince's eyes narrowed a fraction as the girl's aura saddened to near unnerving levels before she forcefully bolstered herself. "You were injured? How?"

Meeting his gaze, she held up her hands. "Don't blow it out of proportion! It was just a scratch I got when we were coming here. Aragorn can tell you it didn't do much but make me sleep."

Aragorn snorted. "Yes, just a scratch. Her side was ripped open in a fight with the Nazgûl and she stayed unconscious for two days after it was healed."

"Ringwraiths?" Legolas exclaimed in alarm, his eyes going wide. "Why would you battle those monsters?"

She glared. "Because, they were chasing me and my friends. Besides, that scratch was nothing compared to what I did to them," she finished with a dangerous fire lighting her eyes.

Arwen smiled at her friend's stubbornness. "Still, are you better? My door is always open for you, little sister."

Rolling her eyes, Kagome nodded. "Yes. Goodness, you have a measly thousand years on me and ever am I reminded of it."

The other three chuckled at her put-upon expression.

"Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. I'm going to turn in so I don't give into the urge to knock a few heads together tomorrow," she grumbled.

Glancing to Legolas and Aragorn, she wondered how they would react at the council. "Your path is set, if you have the strength to follow it."

Aragorn seemed distressed when he asked, "You have Seen this?"

She hesitated, but nodded. "I Saw a Great Shadow and the enslavement of Middle-earth. I Saw the peaceful Shire burned to the ground." Pausing, Kagome took a shuddering breath to calm her. "Then, I Saw the faces that will repel the Darkness. It is time to heal old wounds and things that are sleeping must wake."

"Frodo?" Arwen asked.

Kagome gave a sad smile. "I'll make sure he gets home, though I don't think it will be as soon as he would like."

Aragorn frowned thoughtfully. "You won't be alone, Kagome."

She grinned, perking up. "I know. Goodnight, Aragorn, Arwen." Looking over, she nodded to Legolas. "It was nice to meet you, Legolas. Be sure to tell Thranduil that we finally managed it."

He smiled back and gave a short bow. "You as well, Lady Kagome, and I shall assuredly do so."

With a blush and last wave, the miko disappeared toward her room. When she had gone, the Elf arched a brow in silent demand at Aragorn, who pretended he didn't see it until Arwen giggled at the exchange.

Aragorn cleared his throat. "Yes, Legolas?"

Seeing the teasing glint in the Ranger's eyes, the Elf barely managed to keep from rolling his. "It's slightly embarrassing that everyone around us knew who we were and yet our paths never crossed, despite my best efforts."

"I've known Kagome since I was a child," the man shrugged. "She's a close friend to both myself and Arwen."

The She-Elf studied the prince's face and smiled inwardly. Legolas' curiosity would get him in over his head with Kagome. Perhaps that was what she needed, though. With her world coming unhinged again, she would need someone to fill her heart. Glorfindel had tried his best to fill the void, but Kagome was not for him and he knew it.

"Her family has become those she's befriended," Arwen added. "I am lucky to be among those, so I will tell you this once. Do not toy with her or underestimate her. She has endured things we cannot begin to imagine."

The Elf's brows shot up. "My father would have my head, heir or not. I've never even seen an alliance Mark until tonight, and yet he placed one on her. That alone gives her a reverence in Greenwood that none outside my family hold."

Smiling softly, Arwen accepted that and bid them goodnight.

Aragorn looked down and then back at his friend. "Arwen treats her like a sister and Elrond acts as if she was born of him."

"And you, Aragorn?"

He winced. "I suppose a sister would harass me as she does."

Legolas' lips twitched, before he sobered. "Why was she really fighting the Nazgûl?" he asked again.

Looking away, Aragorn answered, "She was buying us time to get to Rivendell. The Ring-bearer was wounded with a Morgul blade."

The Elf hissed. "He was one of the haflings? How does he fair?"

"Yes, and Elrond said he is as well as he will be, though the wound will always pain him."

The men fell silent after that, both enjoying the company of the other. They knew that such peace would be rare in the coming days.

…..

The next morning, Kagome entered the horseshoe of chairs arranged for the Council meeting, Kirara padding alongside her. Frodo and Gandalf were already there and greeted her warmly when she arrived.

"You look lovely, Kagome," Frodo said with a smile. "The Elven clothes suit you."

Blushing, she took a seat beside the wizard. "Thank you, Frodo. You look rather dashing yourself."

The hobbit grinned. "I'm excited to get this done. I miss the Shire, though a restlessness had plagued me before we left."

Kagome met Gandalf's eyes and saw her own worry reflected there. Their attention was drawn away as Elrond and a few other Elves began filing in. He nodded to Kagome, Gandalf, and Frodo as he took his seat in front of the half circle. Legolas, with two other Elves, appeared and smiled as he took a seat beside Kagome.

"How are you, Lady Kagome?" he asked quietly. "You are a vision this morning."

Kagome arched a brow. "I'm not above putting a blade to your throat again."

He laughed, drawing the attention of his companions. Ignoring them, he shook his head. "You won't find me so off guard a second time, little wanderer."

"Perhaps not, but I have a feeling it won't be the last time you underestimate me," she said with a mischievous smirk.

Legolas eyed her warily. "That's not the first warning I've received against such a thing. I've heard threats on your behalf."

Kagome rolled her eyes, but chortled. "Why does everyone feel the need to protect me?"

Gandalf leaned over. "Because, you are cared for. You have returned the favor on more than one occasion, my dear."

She felt her face tint, but couldn't deny it. Gandalf and Legolas chuckled at her awkwardness as the Dwarves and the Men entered the Council. The Dwarves eyed the Elves with distrust as they took their seats. Kagome smiled cheerfully at them, trying to bridge the gap of hostility. They merely examined her and then whispered to themselves. Kagome's smile faded and she sat back in her seat.

Legolas touched her arm. "Do not heed the Dwarves. They're upset they had to leave their rocks."

Kagome replied, "That's not the attitude we're trying to cultivate here." But she was fighting a grin.

The Elf smiled at her amusement, and turned his attention to Elrond, pleased he'd made the woman happy.

Her smile dropped when Glorfindel entered last and took a seat. His eyes were tired when they met hers, yet lightened until he caught sight of the Elf beside her. Something about him seemed to focus sharply on the prince. Worried, Kagome had nearly pushed from her chair to go to him, but was interrupted when Elrond spoke.

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old," Elrond began, "you've 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 looked at those gathered and then motioned to the lone hobbit. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."

Shyly, the hobbit stepped forward and placed the ring onto the pedestal in the front of the Council circle. When he returned to his seat, he let out a relieved sigh. Kagome's heart tightened at the sound.

"So, it is true," one man said, standing and slinking toward the pedestal. "In a dream, I saw the eastern sky grow dark, but in the west a pale light lingered. A voice was crying 'Your doom is near at hand. Isildur's Bane is found.' Isildur's Bane," he repeated, reaching out for the Ring.

"Boromir!" Elrond warned.

Before anything else could be said, Gandalf had leapt up and begun speaking in the dark tongue of Mordor. Kagome whimpered as the sky grew dark and the evil emanating from the Ring grew stronger. She covered her ears as the Elves did and shuddered at the menace rattling her to her bones. When the wizard finished, he fell back into his chair and the air cleared of the previous malevolence.

"Never before has any voice uttered the words of that tongue here in Imladris," Elrond gasped, rubbing his eyes.

"I do not ask your pardon, Master Elrond," Gandalf said, "for the black speech of Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West! The Ring is altogether evil."

Boromir shook his head. "It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor." Looking at the others, he said, "Why not use this Ring?" He stood. "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 sat 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 insult, Legolas' temper snapped and he stood, saying, "This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance."

Boromir stared incredulously at Aragorn. "Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"

Legolas narrowed his eyes. "And heir to the throne of Gondor."

Aragorn motioned to his angry friend. "Sit down, Legolas."

"Gondor has no king," Boromir spat, looking to Legolas and then to Aragorn. "Gondor needs no king."

He returned to his seat while Kagome scowled at him.

"You think Gondor is the only one fighting this evil? Are you really so blind and arrogant as to think that all is peaceful and well everywhere else?" the miko rebuked him. "It is only by the efforts of the Blue Wizards that the bulk of the south and east is held back. It is only through the sacrifices of the Dúnedain that what crawls through the mountains is restrained. And it is only because of the unceasing endeavors of the Elves that Sauron isn't twice as strong. Nine Riders there were, yet seven there remain and you think that because you are in sight of Mordor that your sacrifices are greater? I even hear rumors that the Dwarven King Dáin turned aside their former rings of power so as to not fall into Sauron's trap. Who are you to think you are greater than they?"

Gandalf took it upon himself to address the Council as Boromir flushed in rage and the Dwarves glanced to each other. "Aragorn is right. We cannot use it."

Elrond agreed. "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed."

For the first time, one of the Dwarves spoke. He leapt up with his ax in hand and demanded, "What are we waiting for?"

He swung his weapon at the Ring and was thrown back into his friends when the two metals collided. Kagome's thoughts blanked as Sauron's eye flashed in her mind and darkness over took her vision. She wasn't aware of standing, or of her power rushing out to purify the perceived threat. All that was in her sight was a great battle. Scenes flashed before her eyes of the coming war. A sob was ripped from her throat when she witnessed the fall of two of her dearest friends.

Gandalf leapt to his feet when he realized what was happening. "Kagome!" he bellowed. "You must stop. You cannot purify the Ring; you know this. You're killing yourself."

When she didn't respond and her eyes became ringed in pink flames, Gandalf slapped her. All of her power sucked back into her, and like a puppet with her strings cut, she fell. Legolas caught her and carried her to her seat. With his arm around her, the Elf helped her to remain upright. The miko wiped away her tears and blinked when she realized everyone was staring at her. Embarrassed, she tried to sit up straight, but was hindered by Legolas' arm and her own weariness. Regardless, she shook off the feeling. A green gaze bore into her until she tore her attention away. He hadn't moved from his seat through the whole thing.

"If we're done with Elf dramatics," one of the Dwarves grumbled.

Kagome glared. "I'm not an Elf, thank you very much." She was startled when Glóin elbowed that Dwarf harshly. Flashing her old acquaintance a smile, she turned back to the discussion.

Elrond motioned for order. "What did you See, Kagome?"

She gave a bitter smile. "Sauron's influence is spreading. I Saw the war coming." She looked to Gandalf. "I Saw some of our loses. This Ring feeds on our negativity. I can't purify it." Turning her eyes to Frodo, she whispered, "I'm sorry."

Legolas carefully released her as the discussion resumed. Kagome swayed for a moment before steadying herself on her chair's armrests. She grazed Legolas' arm with her own, unconsciously drawing strength from him and his green power. He glanced down at her when he felt her aura shivering against his and was pleased when she accepted his aid. The light of his True Self seemed to be constantly focused on her, such that Legolas was only comforted when color crept back to her cheeks.

He was unaware of sad eyes that missed nothing of the exchange, golden power sparking at his fingers until he forced it away. It was as he Saw: the prince would take care of her.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Glóin, by any craft we here posses," Elrond stated, looking at the Dwarf who'd tried to hack the Ring. "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. One of you must do this."

Boromir shook his head and said with tired resignation, "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 10,000 men could you do this. It is folly."

Legolas grit his teeth and demanded, "Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed."

Gimli growled and stood again, shaking off his father's hands. "And I suppose you think you are the one to do it?"

"And if we fail? What then?" Boromir continued. "What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

And, amidst all the arguing as they disregarded Kagome's warning, she saw Frodo stand.

"I will take it," he said low enough that only she heard.

Rising shakily, Kagome looked at her friend. "Are you sure, Frodo?"

At his determined nod, the miko smiled sorrowfully and stood beside him. "Then, I'll go with you."

He gave a grateful look before holding his head up, throwing his shoulders back, and declaring loudly, "I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor."

Kagome held her hand on his shoulder as the Council turned to look at him.

"Though, I do not know the way," he finished sheepishly.

Gandalf strode to stand behind him. "I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear."

Aragorn stepped forward. "If by my life or death I can protect you, I will. You have my sword."

"And you have my bow," Legolas said, smiling at the hobbit and then at Kagome.

"And my axe," Gimli declared.

Legolas rolled his eyes and Kagome stifled a giggle. Their attention was drawn when Boromir spoke.

"You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."

Rustling in the bushes preceded Sam shooting out and coming to stand with Frodo. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."

Elrond looked amused. "No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret Council and you are not."

Sam was sheepish only a moment before Merry and Pippin rushed into the Council.

"We're coming, too!" Merry cried. "You'll have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us."

Pippin nodded and crossed his arms over his chest determinedly. "Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing."

Merry leaned over. "Well, that leaves you out, Pip."

Kagome's eyes twinkled as Elrond cut in after Kirara mewed her inclusion.

"So be it. You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

Pippin grinned and clapped his hands. "Great! Where are we going?"

…..

After the meeting adjourned, Kagome dropped to one knee before Frodo. "Frodo, I promise you, I'll do everything I can to get you and the others home safely. After all, I had friends do the same for me once upon a time."

Sam cocked his head to the side. "But, you don't have a home, Kagome."

She smiled and placed her hand over her heart. "My home is with my friends, regardless of distance or time. When I came here, I carried my home in my heart, but now, I've made a Kagome-sized home in each of your hearts."

Sam grinned and patted her awkwardly on the shoulder. "You're quite a woman, Kagome."

The hobbits grinned and raced off to talk about the upcoming journey. Kagome blinked as a hand appeared in her line of sight. Lifting her eyes, she found Legolas offering to help her stand. With a shy smile, Kagome slid her hand into his and allowed him to help her to her feet.

"Thanks, Legolas."

Nodding, he tucked her hand into the crook of his arm. Just as he was about to speak, however, a gruff voice interrupted them.

"If you're not an Elf, what are you?" Gimli challenged.

Legolas tensed at the Dwarf's rudeness, but Kagome squeezed his arm in reassurance. Smiling, she answered the shorter man.

"Why, I'm human. Didn't your father ever mention me?"

He eyed her with suspicion. "Your eyes are too old for a human," he countered, glancing to his father when Glóin sighed in long suffering.

Kagome's smile turned mysterious as she realized he was testing the truth of his father's tales. "Perhaps, I'm a very old human. I'm sure you'll find out more than you want to know about me on our journey."

Boromir joined the conversation at that. "This is no place for a female," he stated.

Aragorn chuckled when he heard that and shared a look with Gandalf, who stood nearby. Glóin scoffed openly and Glorfindel paused on his way from the meeting.

"I assure you I can keep up with the boys," Kagome said with an arched brow, purposefully keeping her eyes from a specific Elf. "Just warn me if you get the urge to wave your little swords around; unless, of course, you like having someone watch."

Aragorn choked and covered his mouth as Gandalf hid his smile behind his staff and Legolas looked at Kagome with shocked, but entertained eyes. Boromir's eyes were wide and his jaw was unhinged. Glorfindel smirked and hurried passed.

Gimli guffawed, slapping his knee. "No, you definitely aren't an Elf," he said happily.

She wrinkled her nose and looked up at Legolas. "It's the ears, isn't it?"

He laughed and patted her hand, still on his arm. "Most probably."

Aragorn tugged on the dainty point. "But, Merry was right: you're too short to be an Elf."

Kagome scowled and swatted him away. "Don't make me hurt you."

Boromir shook himself out of his shock and frowned down at the woman. "You may think you can handle the trials of the journey, but to actually face them is another matter. Stay here, where Elrond can watch over you in safety."

She smiled, but shook her head. "Boromir, thanks, but your concern is misplaced. I don't think you've ever seen a woman quite like me."

Gimli snorted and looked her over. "No, indeed. I've seldom seen one so fair. If you can handle a blade half as well as you handle your words, I might be able to overlook your…associates," he said, referring to Legolas.

Rolling her eyes, Kagome inwardly groaned. "That's real generous of you Gimli. If you bathe as well as you handle your axe, the stench will choke us all."

The Dwarf blinked as Legolas led her away and then sniffed himself. "I bathed when we arrived!" He hollered after her.

Aragorn and Gandalf simply grinned to themselves and shook their heads. "This is going to be an interesting quest."

"Indeed," Boromir said with his lips turned down. "I'll not be responsible for her."

Gandalf sighed. "Boromir, my boy, that woman is responsible for herself. There are very few that can match her prowess in battle. She is a powerful ally. I would take care not to offend her."

Gimli rubbed his nose. "So, she really is human?"

The wizard nodded. "Yes, she is."

Shifting his weight, the Dwarf looked from Aragorn to Gandalf. "And, the Elf is courting the little human."

Again, Aragorn had to stifle his laughter. "Ah, that's a rather…lengthy story. You should ask her about it."

Elrond approached the men and stared hard at Aragorn. Isildur's heir held up his hands in defense.

"She just met him, Elrond," Gandalf said, chuckling. "And I doubt she would appreciate you playing father to her."

The Elf leader smirked. "She likes to be doted upon, and you know it, having been guilty of it as well." Left unstated was his concern for her since Glorfindel announced his intentions. Kagome had lost too many of those closest to her and the Elf-Lord would shield her from what he could. Thranduil's son or not, he wouldn't have the Elf toying with her.

The wizard laughed and didn't argue. "I'm afraid, my friend, that Kagome inspires that in every person she meets. Whether she means to, or not." He gestured to Gimli. "She's even managed to persuade Gimli to tolerate Elves."

The Dwarf in question huffed with embarrassment and a faint blush graced his cheeks. "I need to make preparations for the journey," he mumbled and hurried off, Glóin following with a hearty chuckle.

Elrond watched with amusement before looking to Boromir. "Keep your horn close, Boromir."

The man nodded and made his excuses, leaving only Aragorn, Gandalf, and Elrond. The men exchanged looks, and despite the darkness pressing down on them, shared a laugh.

….

Kagome looked at Legolas out of the corner of her eyes as he led her away from the Council. "You're not too keen on Dwarves, yourself, are you?"

He glanced to her and smiled. "Not when they're prejudiced against my race and most of them are."

"Gimli didn't seem that bad," She chuckled. "Thranduil is less than thrilled with Dwarves, too."

"Perhaps," he compromised on her first statement, "we shall find out on our journey. Father has his reasons, as I'm sure you are aware. Are you certain this is the path you must take?"

"This is the path I've always been on, Legolas. This is why I'm here. Had Isildur destroyed the Ring when he had the chance, I doubt that I'd ever have even come here."

Pale brows rose at that. "What do you mean? Where is your family?"

Kagome's face turned wistful. "They are beyond my reach." Kirara mewed in protest. "Well," she amended, "except for Kirara, here. She's been my friend through most of my life."

Legolas glanced to the cat. "I've never seen a two tailed cat."

"That's because she's not a cat. She's a neko youkai." Kagome smirked. "Wait 'til you see her in battle! She's amazing."

Shaking off her train of thought, the miko looked at her escort. "Enough about me, though. Tell me about you?"

The Elf smiled. "You know my father and my kingdom. What else do you wish to know?"

Kagome looked at him curiously. "I've heard tales of your skill with a bow. How much is true?"

He laughed, delighted. "Ah, I am most myself with a bow or lyre in my hands. I fancy I hit whatever I turn my arrow to."

"I'm rather jealous," she admitted, smiling. "I suppose you'll have to put off sailing to the Undying Lands until this quest is done." The thought sent a pang to her heart, but she pushed it aside.

"I have no desire to leave soon. These lands still have much I have not seen; much that fascinates me," he admitted.

When she stopped outside her door and looked up at him, she found his stormy eyes studying her with intense concentration. Once more, she felt her cheeks heat under his scrutiny.

"I should check on the hobbits."

Legolas inclined his head. "Of course, Lady Kagome. I have errands to attend as well." With a smile, he turned and left her at her door.

"Legolas!" she called after him. He looked back at her in question.

"It's just 'Kagome.'"

He blinked and then a slow, pleased smile spread on his face. "If you wish," he answered, "Kagome."

Then, he turned the corner and was gone. Kagome grinned and opened the door to her room. Somehow, she was unsurprised to find Arwen waiting for her. The Elf smiled when her friend entered and stood to greet her.

"You are leaving with them?"

Kagome agreed. "Yeah. I couldn't let Frodo go alone." She looked at her friend and smiled reassuringly. "Don't worry, Arwen. I'll take care your idiot for you."

Arwen took her hand and drew her to the window. Looking out, they watched as the people below rushed to prepare for the Fellowship's departure and the messengers that were being sent.

"He will overcome this. It is not Elessar that I worry for, though. Your heart grows weary, Kagome."

The miko sighed and rested her head on the window frame. "Yeah, but it is just the thought of what's going to happen. I've been through a war to save the world, and I'm not looking forward to this."

Kirara purred a second to that.

"You are the only one who doubts your abilities, my friend. Draw strength from your family, Kagome, and our faith in you." Arwen brushed her hair away from her face. "I would see you happy."

Kagome looked at the other woman. "Ditto, Arwen, and you've been happier these past few days than I've seen you in a while. Aragorn is very lucky."

The Elf blushed. "I am the one who is lucky. He inspires feelings in me I did not know were possible."

"I know," she said, squeezing Arwen's hand and feeling her heart twist. "Your happiness makes my heart lighter. I wish you could have known Sango," Kagome murmured wistfully. "I would have liked my sisters to know each other."

Arwen chuckled. "I feel as though I do know her through your tales. I wonder what she would say about your new suitor?"

"Suitor?" Kagome asked, confused. "I don't have a suitor." The words were acid to her throat.

"Perhaps not yet," Arwen admitted, "but did not Legolas escort you back?"

The shorter woman's face darkened drastically-rivaling a tomato. "Shut it, Arwen," she muttered.

Said Elf's laugh tinkled merrily in the room. "It is very sweet, there's no need to be petulant. And, we all knew Glorfindel would sail one day. His heart does not lead him to another as yours does. He will be satisfied in Aman; happier than he is here."

Kagome arched a brow and then glared at her friend, trying to shove down her fury and anguish at the truth of the Elf's words. "You're as bad as Aragorn." Her face softened. "Go spend time with him, Arwen. It'll be a long time before you see him again, and he needs you."

Arwen sighed, knowing the miko wanted to be alone. She hugged her, saying, "Be safe, sister of my heart."

Hugging her back, Kagome nodded. "You as well." Drawing away, she stared into the Elf's eyes. "Whatever you decide, I will support you."

"I have made my choice."

"In your head, but it will be offered again to your heart."

Arwen closed her eyes. "I know." Looking at the other woman, she smiled. "Thank you, Kagome."

Kagome watched her go before rubbing her eyes and pressing a hand to her battered heart. "Sometimes," she said so softly even Elven ears wouldn't have heard her, "I could hate you, Midoriko."

Pink power flared comfortingly around her, but it only served to remind her of how alone she felt. Kirara butted her head against her calf, drawing her attention. More than once over her long exile, she'd been tempted to let herself fade. If not for Kirara, she would have. Sango had known her better than she'd known herself. Clenching her eyes against the past, Kagome turned to get what she needed and then left to check on the hobbits.

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