Yo peoples...Need...help...Due to an incident with my father, a frying pan, and a block of butter, I am helplessly losing my grip on my insanity! Oh Noeeezzzz! I'm fighting off sanity with a cheese grater, but it keeps coming back! WITH A FRYING PAN! So now I am locked in a battle of epic proportions with my emo side (Which has been bugging me for as long as I can remember), my punk side, and the sanity that is invading my mind and soul! I'm joining forces for now with the emo and the punk to KILL THE SANITY! BUT I NEED HELP FROM YOUUU! CHEER ME ON! ... ... ... ... ... ... ...and I failed my report card... ... ...so now I have HOME-SCHOOL SUMMER SCHOOL! D AND IT'S EGGING ON THE SANITY! ... ... ...

Warnings: Slash/Yaoi, Language

Pairings: Ron/Hermione, Harry/Frodo, Aragorn/Legolas

Summary: Haven't got one yet...GRAAAAAHHHH!

Emerra

Chapter 4: In Which the Fellowship is Chosen

Well. It had been decided, then. Ron and Hermione were, sadly, lost. In Rivendell. An Elfin city. They had been on the right track with Aragorn, Sam, Merry and Pippin, at least, until Aragorn had set them all loose because he had some buisness to attend to. Sam, had, wisely, gone with Aragorn even though he was itching to see Frodo. Merry and Pippin, the instant Aragorn dissapeared, had escaped as well. So, now, our duo was wandering around Rivendell, lost.

"Ron, this is your fault. None of this would have happened if you had not wanted to go straight away to see Frodo! We would not be lost in a foreign city!" Hermione snapped.

"My fault? How is all of this my fault?" Ron questioned hostily.

"Uggh! Ronald Bilus Weasley! You are so insensitive! And oblivious!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Am not!"

"Are too!"

"Hey there. You two need a little help?" a familiar, low, smooth voice cut in. Someone put their hand on Hermione's shoulder. They whipped around and, who should be there, but Emerra in all his I-put-adonis-to-shame glory. He smiled softly at them, and gestured for the duo to follow.

Ron and Hermione followed the man as he swept through cobblestoned streets and around beautiful buildings. "The hosbital area's right over here." he pointed an elegant finger to a realitivly short tower, with paintings of flowers and leaves decorationg the sides. "He's on the 7th floor - the top floor up." Emerra's silky voice infomed them, and he slowly walked away, as if gliding a centimeter from the ground, humming to himself.

"Hmmm..." Hermione stared after her unusual friend. "Strange man...Reminds me of someone...can't bring myself to think of who.." she murmered under her breath.

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Meanwhile, Frodo was having his own troubles. He looked upwards at the ceiling. 'Why...what...why did I..' Frodo thought to himself with a large blush spreading over his face. He couldn't get Emerra's smile out of his head. 'Why did I think it was beautiful? I shouldn't want to just lean upward and kiss him...wrap my hands around his neck...have his hands around my back...Kiss him...I wonder what he tastes like...' suddenly realizing the direction of his thoughts, Frodo squeaked. The black haired hobbit buried his face in his hands. His internal fight was interupted when Hermione and Ron walked into his room.

"Frodo! Are you okay?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"Y-yeah. I'm okay. Thanks for worrying" Frodo mumbled dejectedly. Hermione eyed him for a moment.

"Are you sure?" she pressed.

Ron laughed. "C'mon Hermione. I think he just wants to be alone." and Ron was gone, out the door.

Frodo gulped when Hermione turned to look at him with a knowing eye. "...I'll see you later, then. Feel free to come to me for advice if you wish." and she upped and followed Ron out the door.

Not less than a minute had passed when an elf called Arwen came to him and requested his presence at the council. The elfin lady smiled sweetly and helped him up, showing Frodo where the council was to take place.

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'Great.' Hermione thought icily. 'Now I'm lost, and Ron got seperated from me! We're both lost!' she growled under her breath. She had no clue where she was, let alone where Ron was. Hermione didn't think Emerra would suddenly pop up either. What was up with that guy, anyways? At some points, he seemed to try to forget they were there, and at other times, he looked out especially for them. Like erlier. Didn't he have anything better to do then help them? Well, it wasn't exactly unwelcome help, but this guy was a puzzle, and Hermione loved puzzles. She would figure this Emerra out, weather he liked it or not.

"Hermione! Hermione!" Hermione looked up from her musings. Merry and Pippin were barreling full speed through the street, making a beeline for her. The two came to a screeching halt in before they ran into the bushy-haired girl. "Hermione! You'll never guess what we heard! There's going to be a council to decide what to do with the ring! And we weren't invited!" Pippin wailed. "So, we're going to sneak in and listen! Sam's already agreed, and-Where's Ron?"

Hermoine shook her head, laughing softly. "I wish I knew, boys, I wish I knew. One minute he was there, the next he's gone. I'll sneak in with you. I want to know what happens, too. And not just the edited version Emerra or Aragorn would give us. The real thing."

"Awsome! C'mon then! We can tell Ron later!"

"Tell me later, what?"

"Ron!"

"Ronald Bilus Weasley! If you ever do that again, I will catastracate you! (A/N:Please someone, tell me how to spell that. Oo;;)

Ron laughed. It was sure easy to tell who was who, even if you had your eyes closed. "Hey, I got side tracked a little. And then, I could easily follow you through the large trail of destruction you made from charging through the streets like an angry rhinoceros!"

Merry and Pippin relayed the same message to Ron, and the four companions were off to the council.

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Emerra sighed heavily as he took a seat for the council. Aragorn looked at him sadly. "You okay?" Emerra jumped, only just realizing he was there.

"M' fine." he mumbled. "Just don't want to be here."

Aragorn laughed slightly. "I feel your pain. I don't want to be here either. I'm sure no one does."(A/N: Exept for the vermin hiding in the bushes D)

Emerra was about to answer, when he caught sight of something, or rather, someone. "Leggy?!" Aragorn whipped arouns in his seat to find Legolas seemingly trying to grin at him and glare at Emerra at the same time. Looked quite constipated, really.

"Leggy!" Aragorn chirped happily. "Come. Sit down with your friends." Legolas grumbled and took a seat next to Aragorn.

Emerra snickered."What, don't like the name Leggy? It fits you perfectly, as Aragorn said." he had to cough to cover up a bit of hysterical laughter when the two blushed. "Leggy, I'd bet you anything that Aragorn wants to see how far that blush goes." Legolas squeaked, and blushed to the tips of his pointed ears. Aragorn made a strangled sound, and glared at Emerra. If looks could kill, he would probably be dead nine times over.

Emerra's fun was cut short when Elrond announced that the council was to start. He though he heard something rustle in the bushes behind him, and chuckled under his breath when he realized someone was eavesdropping on the meeting. 'They're still so predictabe.' he though to himself, with a hint of sadness.

Elrond began to speak.

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When Elrond's speech had been made, Emerra was about to suggest an idea of his, when Frodo spoke up. "I'll take it. I may not know the way, but I'll take the Ring to Mordor." Emerra felt as if his heart had stopped. When people started offering their services to join the quest, he immediately jumped in the air.

"You have my daggers." he proclaimed.

Not to be outdone, Aragorn stepped foreward. "You have my sword."

Legolas followed short. "You have my bow." The three sat back down. Before Elrond could speak, Sam jumped from the bushes.

"I will go as well!" he chirped, and sat next to Frodo.

Merry and Pippin burst from the prickely shrubs next to the dwarves. "You can't leave without us!" they ordered in unison.

Last but not least, Hermione and Ron emerged from the area behind Emerra. "We're going too!"

Elrond sighed. "Alright then. You twelve will be the Fellowship of the Ring. You shall travel to Mordor to bring the Ring to it's doom in the fires of Mount Doom!"

Okay, so, horrible ending, pretty short, but...and, still all of the characters ar OOC!! RAAAWWWWWRRRRR! Growls Kukukukuku! Review! OR YOUR HEAD SHALL BE DISCONECTED FROM YOUR SHOULERS!! D