A/N: Sorry for the long delay. A load of crap happened to me such as: I missed two weeks of school because I caught the flu, an ear infection that left me deaf for three weeks and a wicked bad rash. When I actually recovered I had loads of makeup work, plus current work I had to stay on top of. And there you have it. So I wrote a wicked long chapter that I hope everyone enjoys. I would like to thank everyone who took the time to review: LadySiri yes your guess was right! Immortal Sorrow, GuardoftheCitadel19, Tina7610813, Aldaron's Nahar I like writing Legolas and Amara moments. They're wicked fun, Shero, Lady Fae, PyRoWiRe I totally feel what you are saying. Guys aren't very romantic, though some are. It takes awhile to find one who is, Dunthonwen I've got my school work done. Thanks for the enthusiastic review, Slayer3 I'd send Legolas over but he's stuck at my house. LOL! LalaithoftheBruinen, ladysnape575 even though you didn't review last chapter, you did review for Chapter 25 so much thanks! opo, and ElvenPrincessSapphire.

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The Tenth Member

There was not a better time in which three different races united. Elves, men and dwarves all sat together in a semi-circle, though none seemed too pleased with who was there. There was a sense of uneasiness wafting through each person as everyone sat looking around. Lord Elrond would not have called this meeting if it was not of high importance. Something was wrong and it had to do with all of Middle Earth.

Elrond stood tall before the group. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have been summoned 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 this fate, this one doom. Bring fourth the ring, Frodo."

A hobbit walked to the small pedestal that stood in the middle of the circle. From the way he looked one could suspect that Frodo Baggins, who hailed from the simple Shire, was indeed nervous. With the utmost carefulness, he placed the ring on the pedestal. Immediately Frodo felt a certain power leaving his hand. Looking back at Gandalf, he took his seat once more.

"So it is true," said a man with brown hair. He rubbed his chin and looked intently at the small golden ring.

"The doom of man," said another.

"It is a gift. A gift to the foes of Mordor." The man with brown hair stood, still staring at the ring. "Why not use this Ring? 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!"

He was thinking of all the power such a trinket carried and how powerful it would make him and his people. With such a gift he, Boromir could make his father even more proud of himself.

"You cannot wield it. None of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master," said Aragorn. He knew that Boromir was thinking of one thing and one thing only. He did not see the consequences that a ring of such an evil nature carried.

"And what would a Ranger know of this matter," Boromir shot. He wondered why Lord Elrond would invite someone of no stature to a council of great importance.

"This is no mere Ranger. He is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance." Legolas was standing. He felt that this human's ignorance weighed heavy on his brain.

"Aragorn? This is Isildur's heir?"

"And heir to the thrown of Gondor."

Aragorn felt a stab of annoyance toward Legolas at the moment. Making who he was known was not something he wanted. It was something he had walked away from a long time ago. "Havo dad, Legolas."

Boromir stared coldly at Aragorn. "Gondor has no king, Gondor needs no king."

Gandalf cleared his throat trying to get back on track. "Aragorn is right. We cannot use is."

"You have only one choice," said Elrond looking over them all. "The Ring must be destroyed."

"What are we waiting for?" A gruff dwarf emerged from his seat, his axe ready. When his axe hit against The Ring, it broke into several pieces and the dwarf was knocked off his feet.

Legolas would have laughed but it seemed far too inappropriate. He thought for a moment about Amara and how if she were here she would have done just that, laughed. He knew that things between them need to be clearly defined and he had every intention in the world to tell her how he truly felt, but after they had shared numerous kisses, Amara made a mad dash from the room.

"The Ring cannot be destroyed, Gimli, son of Gloin, by any craft that we here possess. 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. "

The sound of Elrond's voice brought Legolas from his thoughts about Amara.

"One of you must do this," said Elrond.

Boromir stood once more, outraged that Elrond would make a suggestion such as the one he did.

"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 that you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is folly."

More than sick of the human, was Legolas. Why did he doubt one of the wisest Elves of Middle Earth?

"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has just said," Legolas said standing. "The Ring must be destroyed!"

"And I suppose you are the one to do it?" The dwarf who had took his axe to the ring spat. The feud between Elves and Dwarves was apparent as the elves looked viciously towards the Dwarves.

"And if we fail what then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir said, ignoring the dwarf.

"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an Elf!"

Andir stood from his chair and was about to stroll over to the dwarf and show him what it meant to be an elf. All other elves stood too and then the dwarves jumped from their seats. Legolas held out his arms to keep anyone from advancing. By now everyone had left their seats except for Frodo. Arguing flew from each race.

"Never trust an elf!"

All this hatred came from a ring. Frodo did not want to see this happen. He wanted more than anything for things to become peaceful. Races were not meant to fight between each other and none of this would end unless he did something. Even Gandalf had left his chair; his intent was to stop all the madness.

Do you not understand? While you bicker amongst yourselves, Sauron's power grows! None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed!

A dark voice was speaking to Frodo. The hobbit kept his eyes on The Ring and he knew what he had to do.

"I will take it! I will take it!"

Silence swept through the group. All bickering stopped. All eyes turned to the small hobbit.

"I will take the Ring to Mordor... Though - though I do not know the way." Nervousness racked through Frodo as he declared such a big thing.

"I will help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins. As long as it is yours to bear. Gandalf went to stand next to Frodo and put a comforting hand on his shoulder.

"If by my life or death, if I can protect you, I will," said Aragorn stepping forward and kneeling beside Frodo. "You have my sword."

Gandalf sent a look towards Elrond. Both of them knew what was to come from this mere ranger.

Without giving much thought to the situation Legolas went to stand beside Frodo. "And you have my bow."

"And my axe."

Much to Legolas' disgust, Gimili the dwarf stood beside himself.

Boromir walked slowly towards Frodo. His thoughts were more on The Ring than they were of the hobbit.

"You carry the fates of us all, little one. If this is indeed the will of the council, then Gondor will see it done." He offered his loyalty to Frodo.

Out of nowhere it seemed that Sam popped up and pushed himself between Frodo and Aragorn. "Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me."

"No, indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you from him, even when he is summoned to a secret Council, and you are not." Elrond tried his best to keep himself from smiling.

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

Merry and Pippin sprinted from their hiding places to stand besides Frodo.

"Anyway, you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission. Quest. Thing," said Pippin trying to sound intelligent but failing.

"Well that rules you out, Pip."

"Nine companions. So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring." Elrond said looking at the group.

"Great. Where are we going," Pippin asked innocently.

"A feast shall be held tonight in acknowledgement of the Fellowship," Elrond declared.

"I just don't know," whispered Amara.

"What do you not know?"

"You know."

Amara's head laid in Arwen's lap as Arwen's fingers lightly ran through her hair. She listened intently while the young empath had told her about what happened between herself and the prince of Mirkwood. From what Amara had told her, things were pretty clear to Arwen.

"Well Amara, how do you feel about him?"

Amara thought for a moment. "I don't know," she whined.

"How can you be an empath, one that feels emotions, but you cannot feel your own," Arwen asked with a smile.

"This whole thing would be much easier if I could just feel what he was feeling when he… you know kissed me."

Arwen was confused. She stopped stroking Amara's hair and looked down at her. "You cannot sense Legolas' emotions?"

"No," Amara sighed. "And he isn't like Gandalf who buries his emotions deep down inside because even I can sense the emotions he has on the surface. With Legolas it's like there's nothing there."

Arwen thought about this. Amara took pleasure in having someone listen to her problem. The warmth Arwen was showing her was greatly appreciated. The two of them sat in Arwen's room on her bed. The elvish décor brought her even more comfort.

"I don't know much about empaths seeing as I have never come in contact with one before you, but you cannot let this small thing cloud your mind. You know what you must do."

Amara sat up and pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose.

"Hide under my bed until this all goes away?"

A light airy laugh erupted from Arwen. "No mellon-nin you must not do that. You must find out the truth, how he really feels. Things between the two of you would never be the same if you avoided him."

Amara looked at Arwen and the thought of Legolas and Arwen popped into her mind. How come the two of them hadn't got together? They both appeared like two creatures out of a dream. Arwen was both smart and beautiful, why wouldn't Legolas have fallen in love with her?

"Legolas and I were never meant to be." Arwen had answered Amara's thoughts as if she had read her mind. "Our fate was not connected by the Valar and shall never be."

"But how do you know?"

"It is a feeling. A person knows who their soul mate is Amara; you feel it deep inside of you." Arwen touched the empath's hand with her own.

"Is Aragorn your soul mate?" A mischievous look was on Amara's face.

Arwen smiled. "He is indeed."

Amara noticed that Arwen's necklace that symbolized her immortality was gone from around her neck.

"Whatever happens, please know that Aragorn will be alright."

Arwen looked at Amara, her mood turning serious, though no words came from her mouth. She knew that not the only problems in Middle Earth came from herself and Amara. There was much darker forces at play and a much darker force was in Rivendell.

"Things that happened today will change what is to happen in the future," said Amara.

"Amara what do you know?"

Amara shook her head and stood from Arwen's bed. "Nothing." She made her way to the door. "I should get going…you know to get ready for that dinner tonight." With that the empath made a hasty retreat into the hall and closing the door behind her, collided into a figure that was taller than herself.

"Amara! I've looking everywhere for you. Why are you not dressed?" He referred to plain white dress she had on.

Amara looked into the lighter blue eyes of her brother. "I-"

"There isn't time Amara. Gandalf and Elrond wish to see us." Aragorn took Amara by the arm and dragged her off.

"How was the council," Amara asked in an all knowing voice.

Aragorn looked down at her. "You will know come dinner."

Amara's lips crept into a small smile. Being in such haste and being dragged by her brother Amara tripped over the hem of her dress.

"Stupid dress. I swear I'm going to go on a murderous rampage if I don't get some freakin' pants soon."

Aragorn smiled despite he was to go on a life threatening journey. His little sister amused him to great lengths.

"Hey your cleaner than usual," Amara observed.

"Yes and I see you are very observant. Perhaps you should observe more closely when it comes to wielding a sword," Aragorn said with a huge grin on his handsome face. He let go of Amara's arm.

"Ha, ha, ha," Amara said, not really amused.

"Legolas has told me your feud has ended."

Amara rubbed the back of her neck at the mention of Legolas. 'What else did- did he tell you?"

"That there were still some things that still needed to be patched up between the two of you." Aragorn looked at his sister. "Why are you so red?"

"No-no reason."

"I would say that you have a crush on the elven prince."

Why was Amara's throat so dry all of a sudden?"

"Shut up Aragorn."

Aragorn stopped at an oak door and opened it. Inside Elrond and Gandalf waited in arm chairs. Amara went further and sat herself nervously into a chair. Aragorn did the same.

Elrond and Gandalf smiled at Amara who in turn found this extremely creepy.

"We have asked the both of you to come because we feel it important for Amara to follow a certain task that has been set out for her before she was even born," said Elrond, his hands folded within themselves.

Gandalf was smoking his pipe quite heavily and did not look too interested in the conversation.

"What task," Aragorn asked.

"Not anymore puzzles," Amara stressed. "I don't morph into some kind of animal now, do I?"

Gandalf laughed.

"No you do not, but we wish for you to go along with the fellowship." Elrond knew of Amara's knowledge about this world, he knew she knew of things that had not yet come to pass.

"No."

Both Elrond and Gandalf looked to Aragorn. He made it quite clear with that one word, that one rejection how he felt about Amara going.

"I will not have my sister follow into something so perilous."

Amara stuck up a finger. "I would have to agree." The Fellowship of the Ring was something she had loved to read when she was little. Had she ever wished to be put in the same situations as they had? No, not at all. Amara was a chicken, a wimp, a frady cat. She couldn't even handle a scary movie let alone be put in a real one.

"Amara doesn't even know how to defend herself."

Amara looked to Aragorn who sat by her side. "I know a little bit. When Legolas was visiting my world he taught-"

Amara earned herself a nasty glare from Aragorn. She said nothing after a look like that.

"I know that a bond has already formed between the two of you and you would let nothing happen to your sister Aragorn, but Amara would be an asset to the fellowship. She could sense evil before it even were in eyesight," said Gandalf, lowering his pipe.

Aragorn closed his eyes and shook his head. "You do not send a girl with no fighting skills into Valar knows what!"

Elrond cleared his throat. "I am sorry Aragorn but this is something that has been pre-ordained. There is no way around it. Why do you think she carries such a power?"

"I don't want to go with the fellowship. I'll just get in the way…probably even die," Amara said.

"Go you will. Get in the way you will not, you will lead the fellowship and warn them from danger that is to come. Dying is not your fate when you have a brother such as Aragorn," said Gandalf with wisdom in his eyes. "You must become strong Amara. This is your life and this is who you are."

Elrond stood in front of all of Rivendell in his house. Much pride he had when he told of the fellowship that stood in the middle of the dinning hall gaining applauds for their bravery from all. Amara walked to his side dressed in a solemn black dress. She felt that the color was very appropriate seeing as she had just gained news of her future. The hall went silent as Elrond raised his hand.

"I have someone to present to the fellowship."

Amara saw Legolas and her heart soared, but her mouth went dry. His perfect form stood tall. She saw him look at her, his eyes full of curiosity to why she was standing there. Amara focused more on what was about to be revealed and less on the elf that just hours ago she had shared a passionate kiss with.

"I am going to die," her brain told her.

"Amara daughter of Arathorn," Elrond looked to Amara. She stepped before the fellowship.

"She is to be your guide. Amara will know of any evil before it approaches you for she is an empath. She is the tenth member of the fellowship."

A/N: Review please. It would be the best birthday gift I could get (December 24-Sweet 16 dudes!). The more you review the happier I am to write.