Celeste's POV:

After Elrond dismissed the council, notifying everyone that the Fellowship would leave Rivendell in two days, we all went to do our own thing. I think Ron went with the Hobbits to do something or other, some went to prepare their stuff, and I just headed to my room.

I opened the door, kicked off the shoes before placing them away, and after closing the door, changing into a simple shirt and leggings, going for comfort rather than elegance. I slipped a pair of boots on, braided my hair in its usual fishtail braid fashion, before I noticed something different about the room. One look told me everything I needed to know; all my dirty laundry from the last few days had been washed, and it now all sat folded up in a pile, in the same place I left it all earlier.

On closer inspection, I noticed that there was some new pieces of clothing there; 2 pairs of boots, a pair of gloves, some gauntlets and corset, which I'm guessing is some armour. I spend the next few minutes putting everything away, while mentally deciding what I'm going to take. It'd be stupid to take more than one dress, so without a moment of second choice, I decided on the purple-blue one.

That dress looked good if you wore boots with it, so I really didn't need to pack any other shoes, apart from the ones that I will wear. The only other stuff I need to take is the armour, and a cloak; my choices of which are limited.

With that all decided, I had two days full of time to kill. My first thought was to head to the library again, but I laughed, that was such a Hermione thing to do. But the instant I thought that, I felt a bit depressed. If I'm on my way to destroy the Ring, there HAS to be a point where I end up finding Hermione and Harry again.

I need something to distract my mind I thought as I began pacing slightly. A quick look at my weapons gave me an idea; training. Despite the fact that I think that I really don't need to train, I should anyway. There are always more experienced people around that I could get tips off.

I picked up the bow and arrows, and headed out the door, retracing the now familiar route to the archery range.

The trip down there took less time than usual, and as normal, the place was completely empty when I arrived. I walked over to the firing line, took my bow in my right and, loaded it, and began firing at the target, thinking. I seem to be thinking a lot, which is strange. I thought about how different I've been acting since I arrived here. I seem almost grown up, and now I consider it, responsible.

But, I am responsible, responsible for bringing people to a different place , and it is possible that nobody back home knows about this.

I fired arrows with such anger , that they eventually shooting straight through the target, and into the tree ten feet behind it. Eventually, which must have been around an hour later, the target looked worse for wear, and the tree didn't look that good either. I lowered my bow, before collecting the arrows that littered the site. It took five minutes, to remove the arrows embedded deep in the tree, and I was just walking back to the target, when I heard light footsteps arriving.

I pulled the first arrow out of the target, and I hear the footsteps stop nearby. I shoved the arrow into the quiver on my shoulder, and looked over to see who was there. Aragorn, stood there, arms folded on his chest, looking impressed. "I had no idea that you could shoot." He admitted.

I shrugged as I pulled the last 2 arrows free from the target. "What? Did you think that I carried a bow and quiver full of arrows around with me for the sake of it?" I ask, laughing.

He shook his head, smiling, and I walked over to meet him. He turned around as I came closer, and we began walking away, talking. "That is not what I meant." He added. I looked at him, as the two of us walked out onto a lush field, with tall grasses and was located on the edge of a dense forest. And sitting in the centre of the field, chatting away in the sunshine, was a certain group of eight people. "What I actually meant was I never knew that you could shoot so well."

I laughed, and he looked at me in surprise. "One of the Elves said something similar to me the other day."

"Oh." He said. "Which one?"

"I think it was the one that was sitting next to Legolas at the council." I admitted.

"Really?" He asked and I nodded. "That's Legolas' older brother, Ellian son of Thranduil. He's the heir to the throne of Mirkwood."

"Seriously?!" I ask, and he chuckles.

"Do I look like a person that lies about things like that?" He asks in a half serious tone of voice.

"I'm tempted to say yes... buuut, I'm going to have to go with 'no', seeing as I actually want to be alive when we leave in two days." I say joking. At this point, we had arrived at where all the others were sitting in a circle, chatting away. From a quick look, it was obvious that Gandalf was the one missing.

I sat down next to Ron and Pip, and everyone continued talking about random topics, while including me and Ranger-boy, and after an hour or two, Gandalf who arrived with a bunch of food in a basket, and 11 of us ate a large picnic lunch. We had a few laughs, and overall, got to know each other better. Though I'd only known nine of them (not counting Ron) for a week at most, they were like family to me, and it was brilliant.

It was a long time after sunset before we all decided to head back and get some sleep. I strolled back to my room in the dark, and yawned loudly (even by my standards) as I dumped the bow and quiver on the chair, kicked off my shoes, and dozed off.

The next morning, I was awake and alert before the sun had properly risen. I climbed out of bed, changed my shirt to a different one, placed my boots back on, and ended up walking around Rivendell for a few hours, before breakfast. I ate a little, before going to the library, where I spend the time reading books on other things that I might need to know and didn't already.

I only left for lunch, and around 4, when I got bored reading, and thought that it would be a good idea to pack for tomorrow.

I found each item of clothing that I was taking and had it all laid out on the covers of my bed within ten minutes, before I searched for a bag (which I found in some drawer.) I packed everything I had decided on taking yesterday, and only left out my weapons, and what I would be wearing.

I left the bag somewhere near the door, and I walked out to do something else before dinner. I ended up trying to teach Ron how to fire a bow again, to no avail. So I decided to teach him how to throw knives and other things such as axes. This he picked up really fast, and I was quite impressed.

Ron was the one who brought up the idea of going to see the smithy, to get him another weapon. The visit wasn't long, and before you knew it, we were walking out of there, with Ron now holding and admiring his new axe.

He dropped it off in his room, as I headed up to dinner. That night, there was a feast held in the honour of the Fellowship. Tons of food, dancing and I think that Gimli had a drinking contest with Pippin, who had to be carried back to his room by Merry to sober off after an hour. That evening, Frodo also introduced me to his Uncle Bilbo, who was staying in Rivendell for a bit. The three of us had a lovely conversation that lasted a while, and before I knew it, we were sent off for sleep.

Tomorrow, when I woke would be it. We would leave for Mordor. Time to prove Boromir wrong, and actually walk into Mordor.