For Disclaimer, see Chapter 1.
Chapter 6 - The Departure of the Fellowship
~The Night Falls~
I went back to my room and prepare the my weapons and other stuffs but then suddenly, I hear someone is knocking the door, "in come" I called out and then the door is open and it was Legolas, "Oh, Legolas. What brings that you are here?" I asked, He walks toward to me as he holds my cheeks in both of his hands, "I can't believe that you are joining us and I don't want to see to risk or hurt you." He pleaded, "Don't worry, Legolas. Since I'm very brave and I will become a warrior like my brother and-" but he cuts me off, "I know, but I don't want to lose you and I hope, that we are survive in the journey." "Yes, we are but I think, none of us will die if we." "It doesn't matter about them but I sworn to protect you from that dangerous way and also, your brother as well." Then he removes his hands from my cheek, "Ok, and well, I think, we must to prepare everything for tomorrow and soon, we will leave by tomorrow morning." He nodded as he starts to leave my room. However, he starts to blushing again but he doesn't to tell anything to me yet as he walks away back to his room. 'Legolas is over-protective way to me? And then why?' I thought as I continue to pack all my stuffs for tomorrow.
~Next Morning~
In a glade beneath an old stone arch, we (Fellowship) gather to bid farewell to Rivendell. Elrond speaks to them, gazing sternly at the faces before him. Frodo stands, listening, slightly apart from the others; leaves flutter to the earth. "The Ring-bearer is setting out on the Quest of Mount Doom. On you who travel with him no oath nor bond is laid, to go further than you will." "Farewell. Hold to your purpose. May the blessings of Elves and Men and all free folk go with you." Elrond said as he spreads his arms, then Legolas, Aragorn and I bow our heads and place our hands upon our hearts. "The Fellowship awaits the Ring-bearer." Gandalf said, Frodo turns and walks forward, uncertainly. Before him, the path winds away to either side. He whispers softly to Gandalf, "Mordor, Gandalf, is it left or right?" "Left." Gandalf said, we start to depart beneath an old arch of lichen-encrusted stone. But Aragorn remains where he stands, and turns to Arwen. Across the path between them they gaze into one another's eyes. Arwen's face is sorrowful; Aragorn smiles faintly, and nods a farewell. He walks out. Arwen breaks off her gaze, looking down. "Don't worry, my brother. You have a hope to return for her." I said to him, "Thanks, my sister." He said to me.