The Fellowship of the Child

He knew she was the daughter of the greatest evil known to Middle Earth. He knew that by marching her to her death, he would be saving the lives of millions. Is that why he has fallen so in love with her?

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8. Forging the Fellowship

True to his word, Elrond called the council together in the late afternoon the following day. The sun had just begun to descend into the sky, bathing the tense members in a beautiful golden glow. The council met outside on a balcony overlooking the city. Ruya sat between Frodo and Gandalf, her hand firmly in the Hobbit's. Strider sat directly across from her with the men. Boromir kept glancing her way with a mixture of anger and lust, only to avert his eyes when he noticed Legolas glaring at him. Gimli gazed at everyone around him, sharpening his beloved ax.

"Strangers from distant lands," the Lord of Rivendell began, "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."

Ruya shifted uncomfortably as the dark haired Elf's eyes glanced in her direction. Must Elrond be so dramatic? Couldn't he tone it down just a little bit?

"Each race is bound to this fate," guess not, "this one doom. Ruya, please step forward."

The she-Elf obeyed, releasing Frodo's hand to do so. The hobbit watched in worry as she stood in the center of the balcony, allowing all to see her.

Gimli gave a small scoff, "The doom of man."

"She is a gift," Boromir urged, "a gift to the foes of Mordor. Long has my father, the Steward of Gondor, held the forces of Mordor at bay. By the blood of our people are your lands kept safe. Give Gondor the weapon of the enemy. Let us use Sauron's daughter against him!"

Ruya shivered beneath the gazes of the Gondor men. Like Boromir, they gazed at her like a dog eyeing a large hunk of meat. Strider noticed her avoiding their eyes as well as the young Legolas leaning towards her, ready to jump to her defense at a moment's notice.

"You cannot wield her power," he quickly said, gaining everyone's attention, "none here can. The power coursing through Ruya's veins only answers to Sauron. It will obey no other master."

The younger man turned towards him and glared before spitting out, "And what would a ranger know of this matter?"

"He is no ranger," Legolas stood up, eyes blazing, "he is Aragorn, son of Arathorn. You owe him your allegiance!"

While Aragorn asked Legolas to sit down in elvish, Boromir gave a scoff, "This is Isildur's heir?"

"And heir to the throne of Gondor," the elf finished, "your king."

"Gondor needs no king," the young lord snarled, "we have been-"

"Aragorn is right," Gandalf spoke, causing all to fall silent, "we cannot use her power."

"Indeed," Elrond nodded, "we have only one choice: the daughter of Sauron must be destroyed."

The Council fell silent, making Ruya slightly uncomfortable. Legolas gazed at her with concern. She knew killing her was the last thing the prince wanted to do.

"Well then," Gimli snarled, rising from his seat, "what are we waiting for? Let us be rid of this evil once and for all!"

Frodo gave a cry of fright as the dwarf's ax arced gracefully through the air. The blade cut into the elf's shoulder as clean as could be. Blood poured out of her wound as Frodo, Legolas, and Aragorn shot to their feet. Before any of them could charge the dwarf, however, his blade stopped halfway through her chest. He backed away in fear as she reached up with her free hand to pull the ax out of her and throw it to the ground. A few of the men lost their lunches as a sickening slurping sound filled the air. Ruya's wound slowly closed itself, the blood crawling back beneath her skin. Elrond closed his eyes in disgust as she shoved her shoulder back into place. She gazed at her ripped clothing in annoyance, holding up her tattered top in order to hide her breasts. When she was finished healing, not even a scar remained. Frodo looked on in amazement; she was just as perfect as before.

"Do not be so brash Gimli, son of Gloin," the she-elf sighed, rolling her shoulder until the feeling came back, "weapons are useless against me."

"Indeed," the Council turned towards Elrond once more, "she cannot be destroyed by any craft we here possess. She was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there, can she be unmade. She must be taken deep into Mordor, and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence she came. One of you must take her there."

The group fell into stunned silence, as though a great dread had descended upon them. Ruya looked at the ground, focusing on holding up her top. Gandalf gave her a kind smile as he got up to stand beside her. Taking off his cloak, he draped it around her shoulders.

As she gave him a thankful smile and wrapped the fabric tighter around her Boromir spoke in a quiet voice, "One does not simply walk into Mordor. Its Black Gates are guarded by more than just Orcs."

"I know what it is you fear, Boromir," the Council watched as Ruya turned to gaze evenly at the young Gondorian, "I know of the evil there. Evil which does not sleep. You fear the ever watchful Great Eye. You are wise to do this."

"It is not just the eye," the lord continued, "Mordor itself is a barren wasteland, riddled with fire and ash and dust. The very air you breathe is a poisonous fume," he turned to glare at Elrond, "not with ten thousand men could you do this. It is pure folly."

"Didn't you hear the elf man," Gimli snarled, "it's got to be destroyed."

"And what if we fail," Boromir cried out, shooting to his feet, "what happens when Sauron takes back what is his?"

"I can get in," Legolas said, rising to his feet once more, "easily."

"I will be dead," Gimli shouted, "before I see the daughter of Sauron in the hands of an elf!"

That did it. The elves all leaped to their feet, shouting insults in their language. The dwarves followed suit, as did the men. Frodo watched the scene unfold in terror, not noticing how rigid Ruya had become. Aragorn tried his best to calm the men as Gandalf joined in the shouting. Elrond shook his head and gave a sigh; this was not what he had hoped for.

Suddenly, dark clouds covered the sun as the Princess of Mordor began to speak in a hushed tone. Frodo felt the hair on the back of his neck rise. Turning, he held his breath as her eyes clouded to red and a slur of Black Speech tumbled from her lips. The arguing Council, however, did not notice this change as they continued to scream at one another. The Hobbit shivered as a small smirk appeared on the She-Elf's face. She gazed at the chaos and reveled in it.

"I will take her," Frodo blinked in surprise as a small voice called out among the crowd, "I will take Ruya to Mordor!"

Slowly, the Council fell silent and turned to him! Surely he was not the one who spoke? However, as Ruya's eyes returned to gold and she turned to him with a look of sorrow, he knew what he had just done.

"Though," he sighed, "I do not know the way."

"I will lead you," Ruya smiled, kneeling down before the Hobbit, "and I swear I will keep you safe. You have my power."

"I will also help you bear this burden, Frodo Baggins," Gandalf smiled, placing a gentle hand on the young man's shoulder, "so long as it is yours to bear."

Aragorn nodded as he approached the small group, "If by my life or my death I can protect you, I will," he gave Frodo a reassuring smile as he also knelt beside him, "you have my sword."

"And you have my bow," Legolas quickly added, standing beside Ruya, "to the very end."

Gimli nodded, "and my ax."

"You carry the fate of us all, little one," Boromir said as he also joined the group, "if this is truly the will of the Council, then Gondor will see it done."

"Wait," the Council turned in surprise to see Sam leap out of a nearby bush and rush to Frodo's side, "Mr. Frodo is not going anywhere without me!"

"No indeed," Elrond chuckled, "it is hardly possible to separate you, even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not."

Sam, Frodo and Ruya shared a smirk as yet another voice cried out, "We're coming too!"

As Merry and Pippin ran onto the balcony and into Ruya's awaiting arms, Elrond and Gandalf gazed at them in shock.

Merry gazed at the wizard defiantly, "You'd have to send us home tied in a sack to stop us!"

"Don't tempt them, Merry," the She-Elf smirked, "they might just do that."

"But you need people of intelligence on this sort of mission," Pippin nodded, "quest...thing."

As Ruya shared a smile with Gandalf, Merry leaned into Pippin's ear, "Well that rules you out, Pip."

Elrond gazed at the group before him with an amused twinkle in his eyes. The Hobbits stood lined in the front with Gimli, the men and Elves standing behind them. Ruya herself stood between Aragorn and Legolas, waiting anxiously for the Council leader to speak.

"Ten companions," he finally nodded, "So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Child!"

As the members of the newly found Fellowship smiled at one another, Pippin chuckled, "Great.....where are we going?"

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