Revealed

Sam was highly upset and Amara felt every once of his anger, though other's feelings were still weak when they made their way through her. Everyone else was quiet as Sam vented how wrong Strider was for sending Frodo out in the woods with Ringwraiths still out and about. Aragorn seemed to be more focused on packing the little belongings that were set out into his pack. Amara felt very out of place and as a result of her not knowing what to do she stood around watching everyone.

"How could you send Mr. Frodo out there? If I had half a mind I'd say you were in league with those wraiths!" Sam shouted at Aragorn.

Aragorn seemingly had enough. He shouldered his pack and faced the hobbit. "Frodo has a greater chance surviving with Arwen than with me. She can get him to Rivendell with a speed I do not have. As for myself I am not in league with Ringwraiths as I have already proven myself to you."

This seemed to still Sam's anger and he picked up his own pack. The smallest hobbit came up to her with a small smile on his face. Amara knew he had mustered it up to appear kind even though they seemed to be in a grim situation. She looked down at the hobbit. Finally there was someone shorter than herself.

"You said your name was Amara hm?"

Amara nodded, "Yep. I-It's Amara."

"And that you are the traveling partner of the elf that is taking Frodo to Rivendell."

Again Amara nodded. Pippin looked the stranger over. She did not have the glow that Arwen did nor pointed ears.

"You're not an elf," he spoke coming to his conclusion.

"Pippin!" Merry said sharply. He trotted up to Amara, "Sorry about my friend here. He can be careless sometimes. The names Merry and this here is Pippin."

Amara smiled warmly. "I'm Amara as you might have heard."

"Come on if you wish to make it to Rivendell," Aragorn called beginning to walk off.

The others turned and began to track behind the ranger. The walk was a silent one. Everyone was worried about Frodo. Amara remembered enough of the story to remember key parts, like the part about Frodo surviving so that he could be the one to carry the one Ring. Amara didn't dare speak a word about what she knew. She had read enough time traveling stories to know that you shouldn't reveal the future.

Stumbling over a thick tree root and ripping the hem of her dress, Amara wished that she had planned ahead instead of going at the spur of the moment. The silence along with faintly feeling others emotions was sort of creepy to her. She looked at Sam from the corner of her eye and saw the heavy load that was on his small back. Feeling sorry for the little hobbit who was worried about his friend she walked along side of him. Gently she pulled the straps of his pack from him.

"What are you doing," Sam asked looking at her with weary eyes.

"I'm helping you." Sam let her take his pack to put it on her own shoulders. The two had stopped walking and as a result the others were a little ways before them.

"Thank you." Sam said grateful that the pressure from his back was gone. The two caught up to the rest and the silence still lingered so Amara took the time to appreciate the sounds of Middle Earth. Every now and then she looked to Pippin who seemed too worried about Frodo to make any mischief at the moment. She thought she would be able to get along quite well with the hobbits.

"Lady Amara where do you hail from?"

Amara looked up from her reverie. Aragorn, the ranger, one of the great heroes from the story she had loved her whole entire childhood was speaking to her! Perhaps to only be polite but she did not care at the moment. No, all she cared about was getting an answer out and not having her tongue trip over all the words.

Amara scratched the back of her head. Technically she didn't know where she came from. All she knew was what Elrond had told her, that he had witnessed her birth. It didn't mean that she had been born in Rivendell, although it would be most likely.

"I come from…Rivendell and you don't have to call me Lady Amara. Amara is fine. Not unless you want to call me Lady Amara then-"

"Amara, any friend of Arwen's is indeed a friend of my own."

Amara smiled. The sun began its journey into the sky lighting the darkest places. Even though the need to get to Rivendell was an important one Pippin's stomach seemed to be a greater need at the time. The sound of a rumble cut through the air.

" 'Scuse me Strider but when will we stop for breakfast?"

Sam rolled his eyes and Aragorn sighed. Merry seemed to be playing it tough even though he himself was dying of hunger.

"We will never make it in time Master Took if you do not learn to tame your stomach."

Pippin looked disappointed. This journey was hard enough already. He dreamed longingly at the thought of returning to the Shire. He looked to the ground at the thought of sleeping on a nice feather mattress with lovely feather pillows. Having tea in the morning and afternoons with wonderful cookies. When Pippin looked up there was a bright red apple in his face.

He followed the hand attached to it and looked into the bright oval face of their new traveling companion.

"I know how it feels to be hungry for a long while."

Pippin took the apple from her and lifted to her before taking a bite. "Tanks," he said, chunks of apple flying from his mouth. He seemed to like this girl more by the minute. Amara nodded.

After awhile she had made up her mind to walk by the side of the leading man, Aragorn. It had taken herself much time trying to block everyone's weak feelings from herself so that she could gather up the confidence to go talk to the ranger. She kept telling herself it shouldn't be hard but her mind told her other things. Finally her legs had had enough of her constant thinking and debating and decided just to walk by the side of the ranger.

Aragorn noticed a set of second steps at his side. He looked to Amara who held her head down. Just at one glance he sensed something strange about her. Her slightly wavy hair gleamed a dark brown in the sun as it fell in front of her face. He could see through the wisps of her hair the features of her face, features that reminded him so much of himself.

"You say you hail from Rivendell, but you are not an elf." He had heard of Elrond housing humans, for he himself had became Elrond's adopted son but he had never before seen this young woman.

Amara looked up at the unmarked path before her. She could hear the light chatter of the hobbits behind them. "No I'm not an elf. In fact it was a few weeks ago that I had arrived in Middle Earth." 'There's no sense in lying,' she thought.

Aragorn's eyebrows rose as she began to tell the story that Elrond had told to her. The story itself took up a half an hour and left Amara breathless. She looked to Aragorn, his face showing much interest, and saw something. She saw herself. Not in the sense that he acted like herself but in the sense that he looked kind of like herself.

"You remind me of a ranger I know."

His words then echoed in her brain. As much as she tried not to think of the elven prince who left her without so much as a goodbye she could not help but let his words break into her brain.

"So you are an empath? It must be difficult for you to be around others." He was not surprised at all for he did know a wizard after all and had heard not to mention seen stranger things.

Amara nodded dumbly, still contemplating the words of the elven prince and the similarities in appearance between Aragorn and herself. "Yeah sometimes it can be but I'm getting really good at blocking them out. It's harder trying to get used to a world I was suppose to be in in the first place."

Aragorn sniffed. "It must be. I have never heard of the Valar sending someone to another world until an elven prince that had gone missing one day returned." He had a hunch.

"Elrond had spoken to me about my dear friend Legolas coming back to his home. He had told his father about his account and in turn Elrond had heard the news from King Thranduil. Legolas had been transported to another world to help out a young woman. Could there be any chance that the young woman Legolas had to help was you?"

Amara grunted. She had been careful to avoid talking about Legolas. She didn't even want to think about him. "Yes, he helped me but I don't want to talk about him right now or at all if that is alright with you."

Aragorn nodded. Clearly the two had not had a good history. The two walked in silence for a few minutes before Aragorn said the next few words Amara had been thinking.

"You remind me of someone."

Amara looked Aragorn square in the face as did he.

"Likewise," Amara said with a cheerful smile.

Pippin and Merry ran between the two of them looking at the scenery set before them. Aragorn looked from Amara to view the sight before them. A smile broke across his face. After long hours of non stop travel they had arrived to their destination. Sam stroked Bill the pony's mane as he walked on in muted excitement.

"We have arrived to Rivendell."

All was welcomed except for Amara at the gate by Haselfur. It seemed that he still did not like her for the meager feeling of dislike once again went through her veins. He scowled at her once everyone had passed through the gates. Amara passed Haselfur as quickly as she could without making her dislike for him apparent to Aragorn or any of the hobbits. At the doors awaited an elf that took the hobbits to their own rooms.

Amara watched as Sam argued politely about being taken to Frodo's room. She smiled lightly at the antics of Sam. He reminded her so much of Brittany who would act the same way given if she were put in the same situation. She sighed. Amara missed her friend who no doubt was living a normal life. She handed Sam his pack before he could get any further and sighed.

The sound of someone clearing their throat shook her from her sad thoughts. A female elf was holding her guitar she had left in a hurry to reach Arwen.

"Thank you," she said taking it from the elf.

"You are quite welcome. Lord Elrond wishes to see you in his study and you also."

Amara turned to see Aragorn standing behind her, looking out at the sight of Rivendell beyond the doors. He sighed, "Alright."

The elf bowed her head and left. Amara held her guitar tightly and looked to Aragorn she could feel that Aragorn did not wish to speak to Elrond at the moment. Aragorn turned towards her. "I guess we should go together?"

Amara nodded and followed Aragorn down the elegant halls of The House of Elrond.

The air around him seemed to stir at his presence. Thankfully, the cloak around his shoulders provided him with unneeded warmth. Autumn was in the air quite clearly, seeing the crisp colors around the Mirkwood forest. Legolas walked silently through the forest of his home deep in thought. Ever since he had returned from that oh so strange world, his father took to questioning him when all he wanted to do was forget all that happened.

From the moment he arrived and had briefly told his father what happened he knew the king was with holding something important from him. He shrugged it from his mind. At the moment he had just been glad that he was home, but now as he walked through the forest, he began to wonder what his father had been holding back from him. He thought about Amara and wondered whether or not she was well. He could not deny the pain his heart felt when he had left, but could that have been because of Amara?

He was sent from his thoughts when a hand slipped within his own. He looked up from the forest floor and into the bright blue eyes of an elven maiden, one that he thought had captured his heart.

"Is something wrong?" She asked sweetly.

"No. There is nothing wrong."

With that said he continued to walk, this time hand in hand with Phona. He had met her a few months after he had returned home. There was an instant connection but as time wore on he began to feel the connection wane. Two years for an elf was no time at all but, this time for Legolas it seemed like all eternity. Phona, to him as the time passed, became the typical maiden that could be found floating around the palace. All giggles, agreeing with every word he said, wearing flirtatious dresses to lure him into their spell.

What he needed to do was to get away once more, though not in the same way he had before. He needed an adventure, something to take his mind from the troubles it forced on itself. Phona was beautiful with golden strands of hair that flooded down her back, pale skin and blue eyes, but that wasn't what he wanted, he realized. He didn't want the plain blue eyes of Phona but the inky blue eyes of the one he left and he realized that. Alas, she was with another and in a different world apart from his.

It was not to be. With that in mind, he squeezed Phona's hand and smiled towards her. She gave a warm smile back and the two continued down the given path. Extra footsteps could be heard amongst them. The two halted and turned around. Seeing who it was Legolas smiled briefly.

"Sorry to interrupt such a romantic stroll your highness, but your father wishes to see you in his study." A tall blond haired elf smirked. His brown eyes held the sense that he was jesting.

"Very well Andir. Thank you for the message." The prince said with an air of annoyance in his voice.

Andir still stood there with a smirk on his face. Legolas sighed and turned to Phona. She held anger in her eyes due to the fact that Andir had interrupted their stroll, though when Legolas looked at her, her eyes quickly changed to those of understanding. To her Legolas was the most handsome among all the elves she had meant, not to mention if they married his immense wealth would become her own. She would not give up Legolas for anything.

"Sorry I must leave you so soon."

"It is alright Legolas. We may finish our walk some other time."

Quickly before he left, Legolas kissed her cheek and went in the direction of the palace. He ignored Andir's snickers as his friend followed him.

"I see you quiver for your fair Phona."

Legolas felt like hitting his friend over the head with something. His apparent annoyance must have showed, for his friend slapped him heartily on the back.

"No need to get upset. I know well enough that you have no apparent interest in Phona. All I ask is that why do you spend your days with her if you do not like her? "

Legolas sighed. He seemed to be doing that a lot these days. "My heart does not yearn for Phona and it is not love I feel for her. I do not know for my mind is confused."

Andir gave a side glance at his friend. He seemed as if he was in a maze and could not find his way out. He wanted to help his friend find a way out but he couldn't if his princely friend did not open up. Though he really didn't need him to. Ever since he had known Legolas, he was not one to share his feelings.

Since then he had learned to read his friend and the pain he felt was recognizable, for he went through it once in his many years of living.

"There is another that your heart calls for."

Legolas looked at his friend with the expressionless face he usually held. "What?"

"There is another maiden whom your heart calls for. Who is it? What is her name? Come on then." Andir inquired.

Thankfully, the door to his father's study came into view and Andir announced he had forgotten some task he had to fulfill. 'Probably,' Legolas thought, 'off to chase a maiden who had caught in his eye.' He knocked on the door and went in. A serious look was etched on his father's experienced face that mirrored his own.

The prince took after his father greatly with light blond strands of hair, smooth facial features and soft blue eyes but it was his youth that set him apart and he carried the gentleness of his mother, who had long ago crossed to the sea. Something of great importance was to be discussed, he could tell by the way his father looked at him.

"Andir told me father that you have something to speak with me about."

Thranduil strolled over to his desk and flipped through a stack of papers until he came to the one he was looking for. He handed it to his son and let him scan over it. After awhile Legolas looked up from the paper and to his father.

"So you are going to Rivendell."

"No not at all. You are going to Rivendell to attend the council in my stead. There is much business here that I need to tend to."

This was just the type of thing that Legolas needed to take things off his mind.

"Your taking off created a lot of trouble around here. I know you are not to blame for this, some of this is Arwen's fault. She informed me though that you were of much help to her and seeing as no harm came to you I will let it go." Elrond paced back and fourth in his study. After ten minutes of lecturing Amara about how she was to ask to leave the borders of Rivendell before just leaving, he decided to get to the real matter at hand. Before him stood two siblings but neither of them knew they shared the same blood. Things were arising and this had to be cleared up before it got to be too much out of hand.

"Lord Elrond, surely I am not here just to witness Lady Amara's scolding?" Aragorn said from his seat.

"No you are not." Elrond stopped his pace and faced the two of them, a hard serious look on his face. "I am here to speak with you on a matter that has been kept under wraps for too long."

Amara had already felt low about leaving Rivendell without Elrond knowing and now she felt as if she were about to feel even lower. She held onto her guitar tighter, hoping to gain some support from it.

"What do you speak of?" Aragorn sat up straighter in his seat.

"I speak of Amara and yourself. There is no way to soften this blow but it must be known Amara, Aragorn is your sister."

Amara felt like she was in her own little episode of the Twilight Zone. There was no possible way in all of hell with Barney that big dumb purple dinosaur that she shared genes with Aragorn. Okay granted that they did look somewhat similar but still.

"That would have to mean that Gilraen is my mo-"

"Yes, she is your mother and she agreed for you to contain the power that the Valar has bestowed on you in order to keep you a secret, to save your life."

Amara was beyond shocked. Things kept coming one after another for her. Could she possibly get any rest when it came down to who she was? On the other hand she looked to Aragorn who seemed to have past shock and was driving well into rage.

"Why have you kept this from me for so long? How could you have kept a secret such as this from me?" Aragorn stood from his seat, glaring at his adopted father. For once Amara felt her own feelings instead of just the feelings of the others around her and right now she felt darn right scared of Aragorn. She didn't need to feel Aragorn's emotions to know that he was angry.

"A child that has the power that Amara wields has to be kept a secret, even from her own keen! Now please sit while I explain." Elrond looked deep into Aragorn's eyes. Aragorn sat as asked, slowly trying to calm his breathing.

For a whole hour Elrond recalled the tale he had told Amara about the Valar knowing that a great evil was to rise to Aragorn. All the while she herself was clutching at her guitar, trying to get over this great shock. She now knew who she was, where she belonged and what family she had belonged to, but she had always imagined that it would have been some family that was normal, run of the mill. Never did she imagine that she was sister to a future king. Aragorn was destined for greatness...she was not, even with the ability to feel out other people's emotions.

She was just some ex-dorky girl with bad eyesight.

Besides Aragorn would never except her as a sister. He barely even knew her.

Not able to take any more and needing a lot of space she interrupted Elrond to excuse herself and ran from his study. Aragorn looked to her, a sigh escaping his lips. Elrond settled himself at his desk and folded his arms.

"You know as well as I something is coming. I am truly sorry that I had to keep this from you but it was for both your welfare. Now is not the time to distance yourselves from each other out of resentment but you need to unite. Become close, closer than any two people could ever be."

Aragorn saw something in the eyes of the wise elf before him and decided to take his advice and push all his feelings aside.

Elrond picked up a stray quill and dipped it in an ink well. As he began scribbling he said, "I have sent out messengers to call a council. As you already know the one Ring resides here, in Rivendell."

A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed the previous chapter. I appreciate it bunches. The more reviews I get the faster I update.