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A/N: For those of you who have read my anime fanfiction, I hope you'll enjoy this fic. I love The Lord of the Rings, and, as many of you know, I love adding my own characters into the mix. This story will be somewhat canon, but things will be altered to accomodate the introduction of my own character.

For new readers, I hope you enjoy, and please leave reviews. I do enjoy reading what anyone has to say.

With Literary Love,

Onyx Feloric

Aragorn stood with Gandalf overlooking the beauty of Rivendell. The waterfall was soothing to their ears after their respective journeys. Safe from the Ring Wraiths, it was easier to breathe and rest than it had been in the Wild. The Ranger looked towards the room housing a peacefully resting Frodo and sighed. It was his fault that the young Hobbit had been stabbed and nearly lost to them.

Gandalf frowned at the Ranger and gently gripped his shoulder, wincing slightly at the ache still present from his duel with the White Wizard. "Frodo is safe, Aragorn."

The Ranger sighed and shook his head, oblivious to the elder man's plight; too lost in his own mind to see the sign of pain from the elderly man. "I almost lost him, Gandalf. If Arywen had not been searching for us, Frodo would have been lost to us forever." The Ranger put his head in his hands. "The Dark Lord would have won at last."

The Grey Wizard sighed. "But Frodo is here, Aragorn. He is safe and recovering. Dwell not on the past, for it will do us no good now."

Aragorn smiled and clapped the wizard on the shoulder. "You are right, my friend." A sharp sound had his head turning before the wince on Gandalf's face could be seen.

Horse hooves on stone brought them out of their musings and their eyes to the road before them. A dark horse with a black-cloaked rider passed below them and continued on to the stables. The man and wizard glanced at each other and, with a nod, disappeared into the archways to find Elrond.

Elrond felt the presence pass the gates and a small measure of relief warmed him. The Ring and it's Bearer were safe for the moment and the gathering taking place the next day would help decide what action should be taken. With her here, they had an even greater insight to the Ring. Though Elrond had been there the day Isildur had sealed Middle Earth's fate, even he did not know the true capabilities of the Ring. What they had now was someone who knew more about the Ring than anyone else alive.

Horse hooves alerted him that she was close. He looked to the shadows. The dark grey horse was a massive beast that was a few hands taller than himself, but swift and noble. On it's back a black-cloaked figure held the reins lightly. "Elrond."

The voice was soft, but firm to command attention. The horse shifted, bringing the dark leather armor of it's chestplate into view. Elrond gave a short bow. "My Lady."

The clamor of footsteps dragged their attention to the two figures appearing out the darkness.

Gandalf and Aragorn halted as they took in the form standing in front of Elrond. The Ranger's sword was free of it's sheath and he only waited for word to strike.

Elrond spoke quickly. "Sheath your sword, Ranger."

The lithe Rider slid from the leather saddle and turned to face the light, taking off the black hood. Her black hair was wavy, falling to her back with sporadic white streaks scattered throughout, belying the appearance of her years. Her skin, of only her face present, was pale, as if kissed by the moon, but it was her eyes that stood out most of all. They were the most odd hazel the pair had ever seen. The edges of her eyes were the lightest silvery-blue, before fading into green, then brown, darkening to black, making the pupil endless.

The Elf King smiled, giving a nod to the stranger. "It is good to have you amongst our walls again, Lady Alehandrys."

"Though I wish it was upon better circumstances that we meet again." She pulled the reins closer to her, the beast behind her moving to accommodate her stance. "My rooms are available?"

Elrond smiled and held his arm out in welcome. As she turned, he gently gripped her elbow and guided her into the shadows. The Elf King turned around and nodded to his companions. "We will speak when I return."

The woman glanced behind him, her strange eyes taking in everything around her. As they began walking through the archways, she spoke. "Gandalf the Grey and Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Things must indeed be as bad as I had feared." She did not look at him, but stared straight ahead, her stallion walking obediently behind her. "Your letter was amusingly bare for once."

Elrond nodded, taking small enjoyment from her humor. He frowned as the reason for her presence had to be known. "We have the Ring."

She glanced at him out the corner of her eye and he saw the raised eyebrow. "Here?" Alehandrys' eyes looked into the night, seemingly searching for something. They steadied firmly in the distance. "I am surprised that you allowed it within the walls of Rivendell."

The Elf King felt a slight tremor run through him. Her eyes were staring in the precise direction of Frodo's room: exactly where the Ring currently rested against the small hobbit's healing chest. "It is safer in our hands than in the Dark Lord's."

She chuckled softly. "While it is harmless of true power in the hands of Men, it is still dangerous. It corrupts…completely." They turned a corner, passing a elfin guard. The guard bowed, his eyes suspicious of the Lady, but he made no move. Once they passed out of hearing distance, she spoke again. "In Men's hands, the Ring will return to his." She looked darkly into the night. "Especially if Sauron wants it as badly as we all know he does."

Elrond thought briefly of the dark visions that had been tormenting his mind of late. Orcs would soon put their stain upon the lands of Middle Earth. "I agree. We meet tomorrow to discuss the path to take. Men, Dwarves, Elves, and Wizards will be in attendance." Alehandrys' chuckle startled him out of his increasingly morose thoughts. "What is so amusing?"

"Do not forget that Hobbits also choose our fate." The lady elf patted her steed on the neck as they walked toward the stables. "Though they do not stand tall next to us, their small hands could have the power to change our world." She glanced at Elrond out the corner of her eye. "For better or worse, I would imagine."