A man and woman arrived on their horses through the gates of Rivendell on horses. They were greeted by a young man.

"Cyfarchion.. Rwy'n Lindir, croeso i Imladris." He said politely. (Greetings; i'm Lindir; welcome to Imladris)

"Rwy'n Tamriel. Rydyn ni wedi dod am y cyngor" Tamriel said. Boromir stood there silently, unable to understand them since he did not speak any sort of elvish. (I'm Tamriel; We're here for the council)

"Ah, the council takes place tomorrow at midday." Lindir said softly "Come, You've traveled long and far, please rest." He opened one arm to let them know he would lead them to a room to stay for the time they were here. The two followed Lindir as they stopped at Tamriel's room first.

"I'll check on you later." Boromir said softly to her as she just nodded and walked over to the balcony and looked out as the others walked off.

"Something plagues Lady Tamriel's mind..." Lindir said softly. "It's obvious enough, what happened?"

Boromir took a deep breath and looked at Lindir then down. "Uh," he stammered a bit trying to get the words out. "My younger brother and her were in love, about five days ago he impaled himself with his own sword in Osgiliath, the city near our home..." His voice trailed off as he looked into the distance towards Tamriel's room.

"I'm sorry, may the Valar let him rest in peace.." Lindir said sympathetically. "Gondor is in troubled times is it not?" He said, looking at him.

"We're just fine!" Boromir raised his voice just a bit and hurried off from Lindir finding his own room.

"Last on the left.." Lindir called as Boromir turned back and looked at him then continued on to his room.

In the room down the hall Tamriel sat there on the bed, tears stained her porcelain face. The tears she shed fell slowly down her cheek and onto her hands resting on her lap as she sat on the bed. The soft warm breeze made her hair dance gently as her dress moved softly with the wind into the bed. Small teardrops landed on her hands with the rest rolling off onto her dress.

Denethor was nowhere to be seen at his son's funeral, showing no sign of remorse. Boromir sat near where his brother lay as Tamriel was standing next to Faramir.

Faramir was laid out on a stone altar under the white tree of gondor. The tree of kings is known to everyone. Letting its flower petals fall with grace onto the altar and the area surrounding it. His face, pale, porcelain and fragile. He lay there like a statue, he didn't even look real anymore. Faramir didn't look like he used to, skinnier, sickly, dead; like a different man entirely... It looked like something for an important warrior or king, though it was only an old stewart's youngest son.

Tamriel had seen something like this before, but not for many years has she had the understanding she now has. It seemed to pick at her brain, how she hadn't known of her mother but had a human father though she has no trace of anything but elvish lineage in her.

A voice began to echo softly...

"My lady?"

"My lady, is everything alright?" a soft familiar voice spoke.

Coming out of her thoughts and back to reality she looked over wiping her eyes stood. "Y-yes I'm quite alright..." she smiled weakly trying to hide her pain from the elf that stood before her.

"You cry... something plagues your heart..." It was Lindir, "I won't press on the matter, Lord Elrond would like to speak with you."

She watched as he stepped aside as he was ready to walk her to Lord Elrond. "Alright.." nodding she follows him.

"My mind is clouded..." she said softly answering his previous question. "I lost someone I loved..."

"A man? Not of elvish descent?" Lindir asked cautiously as she nodded a soft yes.

"Though it would have never worked... He was human and I'm an elf." she paused "I would outlive him for eras..." Tamriel looked up and saw a figure at the top of a set of stairs.

"May the Valar watch over you.." Lindir parted from them walking back the way they had come.

Tamriel looked ahead and started up the stairs slowly towards the man at the top. The man had long brown hair and a stern face. He didn't seem the type to smile much if not at all. She studied over his face and bowed softly as she looked back up meeting his gaze.

"Tamriel... do you know where you really come from?" he asked her, looking into her eyes.

"I do not... It is as if I cannot remember and I do not know why..." Tamriel said softly as it seemed to bring a bit of sadness to her.

"You will in time." Lord Elrond walked over to a book and closed it as it had laid open on a table. "Go, get your rest and I shall see you and the others tomorrow.." He said softly, giving a slight smile.

Bowing her head she turned and walked down the stairs once more and headed to the bridge near the main waterfall. It was a close walk so she took her time and didn't rush to get there.

Clip-clop-clip-clop

Her head turned to hear the sound of heavy hooves hitting the ground. Another attendee of the council? Her eyes glossed over the figure and met his eyes. A tall man sat upon a white horse with long light blonde hair. His face slender and serious, though strangely familiar. His eyes met hers, entangled in each other's eyes. As he dismounted his horse and took a few steps forward.

Time seemed to stand still as they stared at each other with sweet bliss. This unknown feeling of warmth and peace. The tingle in their chest, hands, and body; the warmth that covered them like a blanket making their hearts flutter. Butterflies formed in their stomachs as he started to make his way to her.

When he finally got close enough he reached his hand out to her as she took it gently as he then pulled her up to her feet. Tamriel looked at their hands smiling as she looked back up. His eyes seemed to smile as hers sparkled in the last light of day.

She's absolutely beautiful... He thought.

He's so kind... Tamriel thought as she smiled as he leaned in and kissed her softly closing his eyes as she returned the gesture.

~

Lord Elrond stood from his chair at the head of the council. "Strangers from distant lands, friends of old. You have 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." He spoke sternly and loud enough for everyone to hear him. He looked at the hobbit sitting next to Gandalf the grey. "Bring forth the Ring, Frodo."

Frodo stood and walked to the stone plinth in the middle of the circle and carefully placed the ring upon it then returned to his seat. Whispers emerged from everyone as the ring sat in the middle.

"So it's true..." Boromir covered his mouth a bit.

Frodo closed his eyes taking a deep breath. Legolas and Gimli eye the ring suspiciously as it seems to speak to them. Though when Legolas averts his gaze Boromir stood up.

"Sit back down.." Tamriel said to him though he did not listen to her.

"In a dream... I saw the Eastern sky grow dark. In the West a pale light lingered. A voice was crying, your doom is near at hand. Isildur's bane is found, Isildur's bane..." his voice broke a bit

"Boromir!" Elrond shouted as the sky began to grow dark

"Ash nazg durbatuluk, ash nazg gimbatul, ash nazg thrakatuluk, agh burzum-ishi krimpatul." Gandalf spoke loudly as thunder boomed then the sun quickly came out as fast as it had been covered.

"Never before has anyone uttered words of that tongue here in Imladris..." Elrond spoke eying Gandalf down as Tamriel shifted in her seat which caught Legolas's eye. "I do not ask your pardon Master Elrond for the Black Speech or Mordor may yet be heard in every corner of the West... The Ring is altogether evil!"

"Aye it is a gift!" Boromir said abruptly standing up, "A gift to the forces of Mordor. Why not use this Ring?" He said walking around to address everyone. "Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor kept the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people, our lands are kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy, let us use it against him!" He continued.

"Boromir sit down!" Tamriel said again to him louder than before.

"You cannot wield it, none of us can. The One Ring answers to Sauron alone. It has no other master." another man stood, a ranger as it seemed. Why call a ranger to a council.

"What would a ranger know of this matter?" Boromir spat as Tamriel seemed to try and smack him for being so impolite.

Legolas jumped to his feet quicker than words could speak. "This is no mere Ranger! He is Aragorn son of Arathorn, you owe him your allegiance.

Boromir just seemed to stare at him in awe. "Aragorn! This... is Isildur's heir and heir to the throne of Gondor..." Frodo looked at Aragorn amazed as well as most of the circle.

"Eistedd i lawr, Legolas..." Aragorn spoke holding his hand up. (Sit down)

Boromir scoffed. "Gondor has no King. Gondor needs no King."

As Boromir sat in his seat again Tamriel stood softly as the others took their seats. "Aragorn is right. We cannot use it." She said softly as Gandalf nodded in agreement.

Elrond stood, "You have only one choice. The Ring must be destroyed. I-"

"Then what are we waiting for?!" Gimli stood interrupting Lord Elrond as he grabbed his axe and raised it over his head and brought it down on the ring which only destroyed his axe and sent him flying. Frodo gripped his head in pain whilst the Ring remained undamaged. Gandalf looked at Frodo as he stared at the ring as it whispered only to him.

"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 inside Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you... must do this." Elrond said as his eyes panned around the circle to see who would step up to this massive task.

"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. Tis a barren wasteland, riddled with fire, ash, and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume. Not with ten thousand men could you do this..." he shook his head looking away from everyone. "It is folly"

"Have you heard nothing Lord Elrond has said? The Ring must be destroyed." Legolas rose to his feet.

"And I suppose you think you're the one to do it?" Gimli said sarcastically.

"And if we fail then? What happens when Sauron takes back what is his?" Boromir simply answered which caused Gimli to jump to his feet.

"I will be dead before I see the Ring in the hands of an elf!" Gimli shouted, this called all the elves in the council to stand including Tamriel. This then causes the men to do the same and they all start talking and arguing.

"Never trust an elf." Gimli scoffed.

Gandalf stood and spoke loudly to stop all the arguing. "Do you not understand that while we bicker amongst ourselves, Sauron's power grows!? None can escape it! You'll all be destroyed." His eyes looked over everyone.

Frodo stood and tried to talk above the bickering people. "I will take it!" He said though no one heard him. "I will take it! I will take the Ring to Mordor. Though I do not know the way..." Gandalf closed his eyes in sorrow.

Gandalf knelt in front of Frodo, "I will help you bear this burden Frodo Baggins, as long as it is yours to bear." He then got up and stood behind him.

Aragon walked over, "If by my life or death, I can protect you, I will." He said, kneeling "You have my sword."

"And you have my bow." Legolas bowed his head.

"And my axe." Gimli smirked.

Tamriel walked over next to Legolas and stood there. "And you have my daggers and bo staff." she said softly bowing to the hobbit.

"You carry the fate of us all, little one.. If this is the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done." Boromir stood and walked over to them.

"Not without us!" A little hobbit ran out from a nearby bush.

"Mr. Frodo's not going anywhere without me." Samwise said sternly.

"No indeed it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not!" Elrond spoke, startled as two other halflings ran over.

"Wait! We're coming too!! You'd have to send us home tied up in a sack to stop us." Merry spoke.

"Anyway you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission... quest... thing..." Pippin added

"Well that rules you out Pip..."

Lord Elrond looked at the nine people standing before him. "Nine companions... So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring."

"Great! Where are we going?" Pippin asked, smiling as he looked around. As pippin said this she giggled and looked at Legolas smiling.

"So where are we going?" Pippin asked again.

"Mordor." Sam said to him, "we're going to Mordor."

"Who's that?" he asked as Frodo laughed a bit as did Gandalf and the others soon joined in.

"Peregrin Took Mordor is the place we are going to destroy the Ring." Gandalf said softly as he patted the hobbit's head.