Hello, people! READ THIS! I need your opinion on something. Should this be a Tenth Walker story? I'm heavily leaning towards it. Right well, thanks for reading and now for the disclaimer: I own nothing at all except my favourite teddies Tau (a lion), Avalanche (a Siberian husky), and my new one for christmas , Whiskers (a leopard).

Chapter two – Sword and Pen

She loved the library and spent most of her time either there or with one of the twins. Krys had been living with Elrond and his family for over a month now and she knew when something was wrong. Elrond had been irritable lately, so she was trying to stay out of his way. She wanted to spend more time with Arwen, but Arwen had been spending all her time with Estel. She was excited today, though. Elladan and Elrohir were taking her to get a horse so she could learn to ride. They told her they would come get her after they finished speaking with their father.

'Speak of the Devil,' she thought as they walked through the library doors. "Good day, Krys," they said in unison. She nodded at them and gave them a rare smile. "Excited then?" asked Elladan. She just smiled again. The twins smiled at each other then each bowed and offered an arm with a 'milady'. Krys did a little curtsey and put one hand on each of their arms. The twins led her out to the paddock where the rider-less horses were being kept. Elladan explained what she had to do. "You have to walk through the herd until either you see a horse you like, or a horse comes up to you. If it's a case of you seeing the horse, you have to see if the horse will accept you by teaching it your scent. You do that by gently blowing into its nose." Krys nodded then climbed over the fence. Walking through the herd she gave them all pats as she looked over them. As she was looking over a chestnut brown horse she felt a nudge on her back. Turning around, she saw one of the strangest looking horses she'd ever seen.

The horse was tall, about seventeen hands, and solidly built, but still lithe. She, as it was a mare, was strangely coloured. Some of the horses in the paddock were white and black, but none of them were like this one. She had a pure white body but her mane and tail were the deepest black. Her eyes were amazing, a pure, clear blue. Krys blew gently into the horses' nose, like she was told and the mare returned the favour. Then she led the mare back to where the twins were talking quietly. They looked up on hearing her approach and their jaws dropped. Krys tilted her head in question. Elrohir explained, "That mare has never accepted anyone, though everyone who has entered the paddock has tried. She is quite the prize." Krys looked up at the mare, then back at the twins, then back at the mare. She thought for a moment, then looked at the twins and shrugged. After that the twins showed her how to saddle her horse and how to walk her, the mare behaved wonderfully, although she was a bit excitable. 'I really have to get a name for her,' thought Krys, 'I can't keep calling her 'the mare', even if it is only in my head.

The next day Krys spent mostly in the library searching for a name for her horse. When the twins came to look for her she got them to translate a few things. She just thanked whatever powers were out there that they could read and write common, as well as speak it. She finally settled for a name – Ithildae or Moon Shadow. She and the twins called the mare Dae for short.

Soon after she had chosen the name for her mare, Estel left Imladris to go on an errand for Elrond. Krys didn't know what was happening, but she had a feeling it was bad, especially when the twins told her they were to patrol the borders. Before they went, however, they started to teach her the sword and bow. I was okay with the bow, but nowhere near a natural. The sword I was better at, but still not the best. The day before they left they decided to try me on a weapon called a Glaive. Essentially a spear with a long blade instead of a point. It seemed as if I had found the weapon for me. The twins promised to teach me more when they returned but until then they gave me a few basic practises to do.

It had been well over a month since Estel had left Imladris on Elronds errand; now Krys had heard that Glorfindel was being sent to find him and four companions – Hobbits. She had read about hobbits and she had met Bilbo, who enjoyed reading as much as she did. Bilbo had told her many tales and she loved hearing them. It had been just over a week since Glorfindel had set out, but word travelled fast around the palace that he had returned with a hobbit. Krys ran to the healing rooms and sure enough, there was Elrond. She walked over to Glorfindel, who was standing over at the side, and tugged on his sleeve, silently asking if there was anything she could do to help. Elrond looked over and spied her. Motioning her over he gave a small list of things he needed and asked her to get them. Thankfully they were all things she knew about. She nodded then took off to the storerooms. Collecting everything she brought them back and continued to get Elrond anything he needed for the rest of the day.

A day or two after Frodo, the hobbit, arrived, Estel returned to Imladris. He was tired, sore and hungry, as were his companions. So she herded them first to food, then rooms for sleep. She organised baths to be taken up to their rooms in no less than ten hours, as they most likely wouldn't wake till then. If they were not awake by then, she wrote, then they were to be woken. During the day or two it had taken them to arrive, strange people had been arriving. Elves, dwarves and finally men arrived and still were. I asked Elrond about it and finally, after staring at me for a moment he told me he was holding a council, but that it was a secret. I was surprised when he asked me if I wanted to join. I bit my lip and thought hard. It might be interesting, but there would be strangers there. Finally, after much debating I nodded. I was to attend the council of Elrond.

Hi again folks. Okay so this is definitely Mary-sue like. Hmm, oh well it's not like I have control over this, my brain doesn't share with me. Ok, reviews.

Armariel – Thankies, I love reviewers. Your really nice to say and here's more.

Helkardowen – Thankies, Kk, about Estel. This is a fellowship story, so he's 81 but you know he looks thirty. Krys, whose father was an alcoholic was about forty and showed his age more than normal, because of the drink. So seeing how her father looks at his age, she thinks that because Estel looks like he does he is much younger than her father. Also he was sitting beside Gandalf, no explanation needed.

Ariti – I thank you for your views. Though my name is far from ordinary in itself, I can see where you might have a problem with my Characters'. Although I admit that in itself the abuse was a bit detailed, I felt the rape was not. I must ask that if you are going to review my story past 'Please review', keep your criticism constructive and preferably neutral. Finally I must ask that you do not insult the name Krysanthe. My friend, who's name that happens to be, was very insulted when she read your review, she was where I got the character's first name and she happens to like it.

Youko Demon – Thank you, your comments were very encouraging.

As a parting note, I finally am able to walk, with only crutches, but it still hurts, but I might be able to update faster.