Ok Chapter 5 is finally here! I am so sorry about the delay. I am moved now, settled and have a job :)! And it took me a bit to think of things to come up with SOMETHING for this chapter. So I am sorry if it bored you, but I promise chapter 6 will be better and faster. Thanks! Oh and sorry for the mistakes.

Chapter 5

"Strangers from distant lands, friends of old…you've been summoned here 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 to this fate, this one doom. Bring forth the ring, Frodo." Elrond said sternly, looking to the hobbit and gesturing to the pillar. Ava sat beside the Elven Lord to his left. She watched as Frodo stood and placed the golden ring on the stone pillar in the middle of the council.

Many murmurs erupted but Ava only caught one, for it was the most bizarre. "It is a gift." Her gaze settled on Boromir. She looked at him questioningly, studying his face and eyes. This was the first time she could hear his voice as he spoke to the rest of the council members. She liked how it too, like Legolas and Aragorn's, was soft and gentle. Although his intentions for the Rings' use was insane, she noticed his eyes were slightly dilated as he spoke what he thought was a good idea. She assumed it was the Rings' power taking over him. She did not dare look at the powerful object that lay on the pillar.

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After the fellowship was decided, she looked to her father with apologetic eyes. "Do not give me that look young lady. You cannot come with us." Gandalf said gruffly, worry saturating his eyes.

'That's for him to decide.' She mouthed pointing to Frodo. Gandalf sighed heavily looking to the hobbit.

"The choice has been made, Gandalf the Grey. She is part of the fellowship because she wants to help Frodo." Elrond chimed him.

"But what good is a woman on this journey! She will only slow us down!" A gruff harsh sounding voice came from below Ava. She glared down at the dwarf, already knowing she did not like him. She clenched her teeth and stilled her limbs, focusing on not hitting the dwarf for his words.

"You will not speak that way of my daughter, Gimli son of Gloin!" Gandalf said in a dark tone. Gimli huffed and stalked away muttering angry about the on coming journey.

"Well can she fight?" the voice of the Gondor warrior said with a soft smile. Ava looked to him, scanning his face again. Gandalf shook his head. "I would not let her train with anyone but me. She knows everything I know." He spoke up and left the room deep in thought. Ava was still studying the man. He never took his eyes off her either. "What happened? Can you speak?" He asked.

Ava shook her head slightly, finding that question was becoming rather irritating. She soon heard Elrond filling in the rest of the fellowship of her story. She winced hearing it again and quickly walked away, seeing the images of her attackers fill her mind. She felt eyes on her, but she did not glance behind her to see it was Boromir. She ran to her room desperate for the images to leave. Grasping her neck at the sudden pain in the scar, she closed the door behind her, locking it. A small groan was all that escaped her lips as she doubled over in pain from the reoccurring nightmare, every scar from the attack feeling raw and fresh.

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It was week one of the scouting for the Nazgul riders that may have been lurking around. After much arguing with her father, she finally gave into his wish and stayed in Rivendell. She walked through the wonderful elven place until she knew it as well as the elves that lived here.

She spent a lot of time in the library, refreshing her memory of the ring and how it came to pass. She had to know her enemy so she could effectively perform her duty to the little hobbit that bared it now.

She read healing books but did not understand a lot from them so she decided to leave the healing to Aragorn. She was looking through several books on a shelf trying to catch up on her language when a hand rested on her shoulder startling her. She let out a sharp gasp looking to who it belonged to.

She was surprised to see an elf standing there with a guarded smile. "Hello, miss. This is for you." He said handing her a piece of parchment.

She merely nodded to him and he walked away. She sat down at the nearest table unfolding the piece of paper.

"Meet me in the training fields around noon."

She couldn't recognize the writing and was half tempted not to comply with the note's command. She went outside and looked to the sun to determine the time. 'Of course.' She thought with a sigh. She looked to the piece of paper again and growled in frustration as curiosity took over her once again.

Her unfailing curiosity is what made her lose her voice in the first place. She reached the trees that surrounded her destination and peered through them to see who had written her the letter. A man stood there with his back turned to her. Ava looked confused, trying to determine if it was Aragorn or Boromir.

Finally he turned around looking around the area anxiously. Her confused expression turned to one of surprise seeing it was in fact Boromir. She quickly scanned his form, noticing a sword on his hip, a knife and a horn. She swallowed nervously and walked into view.

He smiled brightly when he saw her coming towards him. "I'm glad you came. I was beginning to think you would not come." She said in his soft voice. Ava smiled sweetly at him and stopped a few feet away. "I suppose you are wondering why I asked you here." He stated. She waited for him to continue. "Yes, well, I noticed you spend most of your time in the library reading books on history and many other things. Would you like to practice sword fighting? I could show you some Gondor techniques." Boromir offered.

She was stunned at this offer. It was the last thing she had expected. She nodded slowly to him with a smile. He smiled brightly again and handed her a sword. It was heavier than she remembered, or it was just a heavy sword. She had a lightweight but very strong sword in her room, which was crafted from the elves. She made a mental note to bring it next time and to wear leggings and a tunic instead of a dress. She laughed inwardly looking to her dress.

Boromir didn't notice, however, and unsheathed his sword. He began by showing her the stance he was used to. He then went on to teach her several techniques from Gondor that he had learned as a small boy. Ava admired how patient the man with her when she made a mistake. He gently corrected her instead of getting aggravated and upset with her. She picked up on them quickly, and was soon able to carry them out as flawlessly as he. Boromir praised Ava each time she did it correctly. By the time they realized it was getting dark, Ava had learned several moves from him and hoped there would be more days of training.

"You might be sore tomorrow from this. Would like to meet here again another day?" He asked sheathing his sword once again. Ava nodded to him with a small smile handing the sword back to him.

'Thank you.' She said to him silently.

"Your thanks are not needed. I wanted to help and get to know you more." Boromir said with a smile. She stared at him for a moment and smiled inwardly at his last statement. With one last nod she walked from the training field to her room for a relaxing bath.

The door closed with a soft click and she leaned against it heavily with a sigh. Not being able to speak was hindering her from so much. She wanted to know so much about Boromir. Dozens of questions would remain unanswered. She grabbed a gown and drew a hot bath before climbing in.

The hot water seeped into her sore muscles, relaxing them. Ava opened her mind and let peace fill her from weeks' negativity that she had let fill her. She mentally scolded herself for letting that happened and swore she wouldn't do it again. She would just have to do the best she could with her situation.

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Several more weeks went by. Ava had read just about every book in the library and had learned everything Boromir had to offer. They still met in the training area just for fun and practice. Ava was even teaching Boromir some elven moves. He was very eager to learn and she admired him even more for his undying patience.

They were finishing up lunch day and he was telling her of his little brother, Faramir. He sounded like one she would like to meet. She was learning a lot about him, she only wondered how many questions he held back knowing he couldn't be answered.

"Oh how we used to get into so much trouble together!" He said laughing. "When my mother was still alive, Faramir and I would tease our father so much. But ever since her death, he seems to be looking to me for his responsibilities. I had tried talking father into letting Faramir come here instead of me. I didn't want to be apart of his plan again." Boromir said quietly looking to his empty plate.

"But enough about that, I probably bored you with my past." He said smiling at her. Ava was smiling at him and quickly shook her head, resting a hand on his. Boromir looked to his hand smiling, grasping her fingers gently. He looked back to her eyes smiling. "I wish I could learn more about you." He said scanning her face.

Ava gave a soft nod rubbing the back of his hand with her thumb. Her gaze rested on the table for a moment. 'I know.' Her lips formed. Boromir smiled and was about to say something when someone called into the dinning room. "They're here! They've returned!" Then he ran off. Ava gasped looking to him standing. Boromir quickly followed and began running, still holding her hand. She eagerly followed him looking to the gate.

Weary men and elves came through the gate. Two she recognized when they appeared. Arwen ran up to Aragorn with a bright smile hugging him. He smiled softly returning the hug and kissing her temple. Legolas patted his shoulder and went to report to Lord Elrond. The Dunedain soon followed him. Ava was thrilled seeing that no one was harmed.

After the travelers washed up and rested that night, the fellowship gathered the next morning. "This is where you depart. All our hope rests on you, Frodo. Any member of the fellowship can follow for as long as they wish and may stop when they wish." Elrond said standing before them all. "This is where we say farewell." Elrond continued resting a hand on his chest and bowing his head. Legolas, Aragorn, and Ava did the same in return as respect. They others merely nodded and they all turned from the remaining elves of Rivendell. And so the journey began.

~TBC

Ok this one I had no idea what to do with it, so I went with what came in my head, So I tried adding a little bit of a connection between Barry and Ava. Tell me what you think. Hopefully, Six will be much better!

Ok i am so sorry for the really long delay. I havent been able to start on chapter six yet. Thank you for being so patient. I will try to work on it soon! i promise!