A/N: I hope you enjoy the next chapter of The Fellowsis.

Last time on The fellowsis...

We met a new character, Aravir and apparently, so has Elrond. Evie spies on them with Legolas and Aragorn, catching them kissing. When Evie gets upset because Aravir won't be joining them on the quest anymore, Aragorn comforts her, she surprises him with a hug. Then something catches Evie's attention and she runs off, leaving behind a very confused Aragorn. At the very end, we see that Legolas' mind won't rest. Who is Ozera? Why hasn't he met her before? Is Evie in charge, or her? What was that conversation about Boromir's blood about?

Last sentence of the chapter...

Who were they...?

Elsewhere in Rivendell...

Ozera sang to herself quietly, thinking about the words carefully as she gently strummed away at a guitar. She sat comfortably in the highest branches of a grand pine tree, so tall that on the ground she had only just seen the top.

She sang the song that her mother had sung to her as an elfling.

"Moon low in the sky, you still seem too high.

Here is true pain,

Here my heart will bleed,

Please,

Take my soul and change me.

Moon low in the sky, are you still as high?

I am broken, and I need you here,

Please,

Can you hear me?

Can you hear my song, my prayer for us to meet?

Moon low in the sky, you are no longer high,

Here is true peace,

Here my heart can sing,

You took my soul and changed me,

Took the life I lived.

Moon low in the sky, I must go now, you are low enough for me,

Low enough to live."

She continued to strum on the guitar for a good half hour, just humming to herself as she watched the sun set in the distance.

She jumped off the tree, landing with a tiny thud on the forest floor.

She walked along the forest floor silently, her footsteps light and young. For an elf, she was very old though, she had lived for at least five thousand years, searching for something that was missing, not a possession though, something to while away her time with. She wanted distractions and nothing more.

She thought of Evie Daze, and how they had met, so very long ago.

Ozera was pacing, she only paced when something was very wrong. The thing that was wrong?

She had lost her bow.

Her bow.

Her only weapon.

She growled in frustration, pulling her fingers through her hair.

"Something wrong, elf?" A girl asked from behind her.

She twisted around, caught off guard because she had not heard her footfalls.

A young girl was balanced precariously on a frozen tree branch.

Ozera's eyes widened. It was the middle of summer and very warm. None of the other trees were frozen.

"I asked you if there was something wrong, elf. It is common courtesy to reply when a stranger asks if you are alright." She said matter-of-factly, jumping off the tree branch.

Ozera narrowed her eyes and scowled at the child.

She was only up to Ozera's hip in height and had all the childish features still. But a child was easily taken advantage of, with no morals they could do a lot for someone that wanted spies. No one hurts a child.

She donned a dark grey cloak that dragged on the floor slightly and a walking stick as tall as her.

"I see you don't talk much." She said, smiling at Ozera kindly.

"What is your name, human child?" She said in Sindarin, the only language she could pronounce the words of other than Quenya.

She smiled wider. "My name is Evie Tealeaf Daze, what is yours?" She replied cutely, her breath clinging to the air as steam. Her black hair was down to her shoulders and was wavy, her large leaf green eyes stared at Ozera curiously.

Ozera still didn't trust her and who could blame her, a strange child that seemed to come out of nowhere on an icy branch at summer time? Ozera noticed then, she was extraordinarily cold, as if it were a winters day.

"My name is unimportant, Evie. I'm going to take you back home though, you don't belong in the forest of Murkwood."

The air seemed to drop ten degrees. "You will tell me your name, elf." She said in a dark, threatening voice.

Ozera reeled back slightly but did not speak.

"Evie! Evie! EVIE!" An old man called from the woods.

The air seemed to warm again. "One minute, grandfather! I'm making a new friend!" She shouted back, smiling again.

Ozera frowned and crouched in front of the human.

They stared at each other, one wary, the other curious.

"You will tell me your name?" The girl said, her voice more of a questioning tone.

"I am Ozerinda Marlin, I'm sure you don't want to hear all my titles, I have quite a few." She said, suspicion marring her tone.

Evie smiled. "What is wrong then, Ozera?" She asked.

Ozera raised an eyebrow. "Ozera?" She asked.

"Yeah! It's like a shorter version of Ozerinda!" She exclaimed happily, as if Ozera was missing something crucial.

Ozera fought back a smile and did not succeed. "Ozera it is, then."

"Now, what's wrong Ozera?" She asked chirpily.

"I have lost my bow." She replied warily.

She lost her smile. "Really?" She asked in disbelief.

"Yes, really." Ozera replied.

Evie put a cute finger on her bottom lip for a moment then clicked her fingers. "I know where it is!" She exclaimed.

Ozera's eyebrows shot up. "What?" She asked.

"Close your eyes!" She said cutely.

Warily, she closed her elfin eyes.

There was a shuffling sound and a distinct snap, before the sound of scrapping wood reached her pointed ears.

"Okay, you can open your eyes now!" She exclaimed sweetly.

Ozera's eyes met a strange sight.

The little girl was holding out a finely made bow, wood shavings around her feet. The bow was long and looked strong, the string attached to it thin and black. There were little flowers engraved on the arched wood.

"..." Ozera stared at it with wide eyes, unable to comprehend what happened. This was not her bow, but it was very beautiful.

Evie put the bow in her hands. "There you go!" She exclaimed triumphantly.

"How did you do that?" Ozera breathed.

She smiled lazily. "I'm magic." She said matter-of-factly.

Ozera's eyes widened more. "You're magic?" She asked.

"Evie! There you are!" An old man exclaimed from their side.

Evie smiled at him and Ozera glared at him in mistrust.

He was tall, and had long grey hair and a long grey beard, his nose was ruddy and large, his light blue eyes wise and relieved.

He looked around Evie, at the wood shavings, then at the bow in Ozera's hands and his eyebrows shot up.

"I know, I know. I'm not supposed to, but Ozera's a friend!" Evie exclaimed, putting an arm around her shoulders.

The old man arched a thick eyebrow. "You have the strangest personality, Lady Evie."

"Lady Evie?" The elf asked.

He looked at her. "Never mind. Come along Evie, we still have a long way to go."

"Okay granddad. Can I just tell Ozera something first?" She replied, her eyes pleading.

He sighed. "Go on then."

Evie turned to Ozera and took her hand. She looked into Ozera's eyes deeply. "He will not die, Oz. Have faith." She said seriously. A smile lit her young features then. "You and I will meet again." She said and they were both gone.

Ozera looked around her, there was no trace of them, as if they hadn't been there in the first place. That was when she saw it.

The branch that Evie had been standing on was gone.

What an odd child.

Ozera walked back to Rivendell, happy and still wondering what had happened on that day. Five days after that incident, her brother had been attacked by an orc and almost died.

He didn't though.

Evie was a strange girl alright.

A roar sounded from the woods nearby, a sound so vicious that it could only be one thing.

Orcs.