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?

I only own Ruya, the daughter of Sauron. all other characters to their rightful owners! This is a legolasXoc fanfiction! Do not hate! Please read, rate, comment, and enjoy :)


7. Rivendell

The group kept the pace quick as they traveled without stopping for the following two days. Frodo's breathing became more ragged with each passing second, and Ruya was still unconscious. Strider kept glancing back at her with worry. He knew she wouldn't die, but he did remember the tale of her and Isildur. This woman had slept at the bottom of a river for two and a half thousand years, completely unaffected by the water or time. Was she going into another state of hibernation?

Suddenly, Frodo gave a painful gasp, causing the She-Elf to stir. No, she wasn't hibernating. Urging his exhausted pony on further Strider hoped she'd awaken soon. He couldn't see them, but he knew the Wraiths were not far behind.


By the third night, Bill stopped and laid down. Strider patted his companion gently, carefully pulling his passengers off his sore back. Sam helped lay Frodo onto a patch of soft grass while Merry and Pippin accidentally dropped Ruya beside him. Strider gave them an exasperated glare before turning to move the Hobbit's shirt away from his wound. Pippin turned to throw up into the bushes while Merry and Sam wrinkled their noses in disgust.

The wound smelled rotten, and was quite obviously infected. The skin around the bloody mess had turned black and his veins became a light gray.

"Is he going to die," Merry asked fearfully, wincing when Frodo gave a gasp of pain, "Strider?"

"No," the ranger answered, gazing out into the darkness, "he is passing into the shadow world. He'll soon become a Wraith like them."

Sam and Merry shared a look of fear as Pippin rejoined the group. Suddenly, Ruya gave a moan and opened her eyes.

"S-Sam," her voiced cracked as the large Hobbit came closer, "do you know the Athelas plant?"

He looked at her blankly, "Athelas?"

Closing her eyes, she breathed heavily, "Kingsfoil?"

"Kingsfoil," he nodded, "aye, but that's a weed."

Strider shot to his feet, "I know the plant! It may help to slow the poison," Ruya gave him a smile before passing out once more, "Hurry Sam!"

While the two of them ran off, Merry and Pippin kept a watchful eye on the injured.

"I wish we never left the Shire," Pippin sighed, his gaze never leaving Frodo's face, "maybe then Frodo would be fine."

"They would have left with or without us," his friend said, "the only way we could have avoided this was if we hadn't started that stupid fire."

Pippin lowered his gaze in shame. After all, it was HIS idea to start the fire. He had refused to ignore the growling in his stomach, and he had wanted a warm meal. Sam had even tried to talk him out of it; it was only by waving a plate of freshly cooked food in his face did the large Hobbit finally cave in.

Sam returned shortly, his arms full of Kingsfoil. In the distance, a familiar screech rose above the hills. The three Hobbits froze, looking around for any sign of Strider. After many moments, they heard the sound of a horse approaching. Fearing the Wraiths had finally found them, Same, Merry, and Pippin readied their blades.

What approached them was not the dark black rider, but a white stallion that seemed to glow in the night with a beautiful woman upon its back. The three Hobbits blinked in surprise as they noticed Strider riding passenger, Kingsfoil in hand. Sliding off the stallion's back, the pair rushed to Frodo's side.

Sam listened intently as the woman began speaking in rushed Elven. Strider answered swiftly, leaving the Hobbits mystified.

"She's an Elf," Sam breathed, noticing the woman's ears, "who is she?"

Instead of answering, the Elf turned to Strider and spoke in common tongue, "He's fading. He's not going to last. We must get him to my father."

Nodding, the ranger lifted the moaning Hobbit and placed him on the white horse.

"I've been looking for you for two days," she continued, "there are five Wraiths behind you. Where the other four are, I do not know."

Ruya stirred, slowly opening her eyes and sitting up.

"Ruya," Merry breathed in relief, "you're awake."

Saying nothing, the two She-Elves shared a gaze. Like Ruya, this woman had long black hair and delicate looking pale skin. However, while Ruya's eyes were a deep caramel, this Elf's was a glittering blue.

"Arwen," Ruya nodded in Elvish, "keep him safe."

Nodding in return, Arwen mounted the stallion behind Frodo and wrapped a protective arm around him. As she and Strider began speaking in urgent whispers, Ruya slowly pulled herself to her feet with the help of Merry and Pippin.

"Thank god you're all right," the taller blonde murmured, wrapping his arms around her waist, "I don't know what we'd do without you."

Smiling, she knelt before the pair and tousled their hair, "I could never leave you two. Who else would keep you out of trouble?"

The boys smirked as they pulled her into a hug, which she returned wholeheartedly. Suddenly, the stallion gave a neigh as he took off with Arwen and Frodo.

"What do you think you're doing," Sam exclaimed, "those things are still out there!"

"He knows, Sam," the large Hobbit turned to gaze at Ruya, "but Frodo won't last much longer. We have to trust Arwen."


While Arwen rode hard towards her homeland, Strider and Ruya led the rest of the hobbits in the same direction.

"I'm glad you're back," Strider said softly as he ran alongside her, "I was starting to worry."

"Don't," she reached over and grasped his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze, "I'm going to see this through to the end. I promise, Strider."

Smiling, the man returned the squeeze and refused to let her go. The pair ran hand in hand, Ruya easily keeping up with his long strides. For hours, the group ran across the increasingly rugged terrain. As the sun began to set, Ruya noticed the trees beginning to part up ahead.

"Boys," she called out behind them, "there it is! Rivendell, home of the House of Elrond."

Slowing to a brisk walk, the group was met by a Rivendell patrol. After exchanging a few words in elvish, the Hobbits found themselves led into a glorious palace. Ruya took in everything with a smile, her hand still intertwined with Strider's.

"This is incredible," Pippin breathed, "beautiful!"

"Aye," Merry nodded, "reminds me of autumn in the Shire."

"Where's Frodo," Sam asked, "did he make it?"

Before Ruya could offer the Hobbit some words of encouragement, a deep voice said, "Your friend will be just fine. He's resting now."

Turning, Ruya smiled as she recognized the long brown hair and gentle eyes. Elrond looked exactly as he had over two and a half thousand years ago. However, instead of dented Elvin armor, he was adorned in beautiful red and golden robes. On his head sat a simple, yet elegant gold crown.

"Elrond," she bowed, feeling Strider do the same, "it has been a long time, my lord."

"I am no lord of yours, daughter of Sauron," Elrond's snap caused the Hobbits to jump in surprise, "do not bow to me."

Straightening herself, Ruya avoided his gaze. Though Elrond refused to acknowledge her manners, she knew he appreciated them. He would more than likely find her alone later and try to once again thank her for saving his life all those years ago. In front of his people, however, he had to remain strong and stern.

"May I see Frodo," Sam ventured, "I really want to make sure he's all right."

Smiling, Elrond nodded to a nearby guard, "Please take them to see their friends."

"Yes, Lord Elrond."

"Friends," Merry whispered to Pippin, "who else is here?"

Shrugging, the brunette merely followed the Elf as he led them down a hallway. Strider felt Ruya's hand stiffen.

"Go with them," he whispered in her ear, "it's all right."

Smiling, she gave him a swift hug and hurried off after the group. Smiling, Strider turned to follow Elrond into his study.


Three days had passed since the group's arrival to Rivendell. Ruya stayed faithfully by Frodo's bedside, along with Sam and Gandalf, who Ruya was surprised to see.

"Where were you," she asked one day while Sam left the room to find something to eat, "why didn't you meet us?"

"I am sorry, my child," the wizard's eyes seemed tired and haunted, "I was...delayed."

Gandalf then told her of how Saruman had trapped him within his tower and tried to torture him into joining her father.

"So Saruman has betrayed us," she sighed, placing her head in her hands, "is there anyone my father's influence won't poison?"

"Where am I?"

The weak voice caused both of them to turn towards the bed, where Frodo tried weakly to sit up.

"You are in the House of Elrond," Gandalf smiled widely, "and it is ten o'clock in the morning on October the twenty-fourth, if you want to know."

Frodo's eyes shot towards Gandalf, lighting up with happiness, "Gandalf!"

The grizzled wizard chuckled, "Yes, my boy, I am here. And you're lucky to be! A few more hours, and you would have been beyond our aid."

"Oh Frodo," Ruya reached forward and took his hand in hers, enjoying the familiar warmth, "if you ever do something stupid and reckless like that again, I'll hang you by your toes!"

The Hobbit shared a smirk with Gandalf; they both knew Ruya would never do such a thing.

"Frodo," Sam came running into the room, "bless you, you're awake!"

"Sam has hardly left your side."

"We were worried about you," the large Hobbit turned towards the wizard, "weren't we, Mr. Gandalf?"

"By the skills of Lord Elrond, you're beginning to mend."

At that moment, Elrond himself entered the room and walked over to the bed. Frodo stared at him in awe, causing Ruya to smirk.


After a few more hours of rest and a hot meal, Frodo was ready to get up and walk around. He held tightly to Ruya's hand as she led him throughout the small cluster of elegant buildings shielded by tall, snow capped mountains. In the late afternoon, they came across Merry and Pippin listening to the guards as they attempted to teach them archery in the battle yard.

"There you are, little one," the guard helping Pippin smiled, "keep your stomach firm, take a deep breath, let half of it out and hold it."

Pippin followed the instructions carefully, drawing the sting of a large longbow back as he took a deep breath.

"Steady," the guard murmured, making a quick adjustment to the Hobbit's elbow, "elbow up here. when ready."

Releasing the string, Pippin let out the rest of his breath in a gasp as the arrow sailed through the air. The thin piece of wood buried itself in the outermost ring on the target.

"Not bad," the guard praised the smiling Hobbit, "keep practicing and you'll be just as good as your friend there."

Turning, Pippin watched just in time to see Merry's arrow hit the edge of the bulls-eye.

"Well done, Merry," Ruya's exclamation caught both the Hobbits' attention, "you too, Pippin."

"Ruya," Merry and Pippin handed the bows back and ran towards the trio, "Frodo! You're awake!"

"We thought we'd lost you," Merry said, smiling, "thank goodness you're all right."

"And there's one more surprise for you, my dear Frodo," Ruya whispered in his ear, "look there."

Kneeling down beside him, the She-Elf pointed to a nearby bench where a familiar Hobbit sat writing in a leather bound book.


As Frodo released her hand, Ruya smiled and watched as nephew and uncle were reunited.

"Lady Ruya," she turned to see one of Elrond's attendants approaching her, "Lords Elrond and Gandalf wish to see you in the study."

"Oh, thank you," turning to see Bilbo lead Frodo away, she whispered to Merry, "be sure to keep an eye on him. He's still mending."


"His strength returns," Elrond smiled as he and Ruya watched Frodo speak with Sam later that evening, "that's good."

"That wound will never truly heal," Gandalf sighed, joining them, "he will carry it for the rest of his life."

"And yet to come so far still bearing Ruya's aura," the Elves exchanged a glance which the younger quickly broke apart, "the Hobbit has shown extraordinary resilience to your evil."

Ruya knew Elrond did not think ill of her, rather the power coursing through her veins.

"It is a burden he never should have had to bear," she said softly, a single tear falling down her cheek, "we can ask no more of Frodo. He must return to the Shire where it is safe."

"Ruya," Elrond sighed, lifting the girl's chin up to face him so he could wipe away the liquid, "the enemy is moving. Your father's forces are massing in the east. His eye is now fixed on Rivendell," his gaze then traveled to Gandalf, "and Sarumon, you tell me, has betrayed us. Our list of allies grows thin."

"His treachery runs deeper than you think," the wizard said, suddenly looking very old and tired, "By foul craft, Sarumon is breeding an army; Orc crossed with Goblin. They can stand the sunlight and travel long distances at great speed. He's coming for you, Ruya."

Turning, Elrond began to pace his office. Ruya and Gandalf waited patiently for his response.

"This evil cannot be concealed by the power of the Elves," he finally said, "we do not have the strength to fight both Isengard and Mordor. Ruya," he turned to her with an apologetic gaze, "you cannot stay here."

Nodding, Ruya's gaze returned to the window. Movement by the front gate caught her attention. Three parties approached Rivendell on horseback. The group in the front was made up of three Dwarves, the leader a stout man with a long, dark brown beard. Even from this distance, Ruya could see the ax at his side.

Behind the Dwarves was a group of four men. Like the Dwarves, they were all dark haired and heavily armored. The youngest of the group led them through the gates. He seemed tall, rugged, and handsome. He gazed at everything around him in awe while at the same time trying to appear professional and important.

The last party was made up of three Elves. Unlike the Rivendell Elves, who were mostly dark haired, these men had long light blonde hair, almost white, and were adorned in beautiful silver and white garments. Ruya's breath caught in her throat as she recognized the leader. True, the years had allowed his hair to grow slightly, but he was the same as he was when she met him while traveling with Bilbo to Smaug's mountain with King Thorin and his group of Dwarves.

"Ah, the council has arrived," Elrond's voice caused her to jump slightly, "good."

Not listening to the rest of the conversation, Ruya hurried out of the study and down the steps. Coming to the great hall, the doors opened to reveal the riders. Freezing, Ruya watched as the three leaders approached her.

"So, you are the famous daughter of Sauron," the man smirked, "I must say, I have heard legends of your beauty...but to see it in person-"

"Don't be fooled by a pretty face, laddie," the Dwarf sneered, "you just might end up with a sword in your back."

Glancing down at the Dwarf, Ruya smirked, "Tell me Gimli, son of Gloin, is it my beauty that upsets you or the fact that I am an Elf?"

Gimli gazed at her in shock, "You-"

"Know your father? Oh yes. Did he not tell you of our journey to reclaim King Thorin's throne? Or of how I would sing him and the others to sleep at night as they missed their families? Did he tell you that I would sit and listen as he talked of how proud he was of you, and how he hoped that one day you will grow to do great things?"

The men and Elves chuckled as the Dwarf fell silent.

"Gentlemen," they all turned to see Elrond slowly making his way down the stairs, "your rooms have been prepared. The meeting shall be tomorrow afternoon. Relax from your journeys, and enjoy yourselves."

As some nearby guards began to led the groups to their quarters, Ruya's gaze locked with the young blonde. His blue gaze held a certain desire, and she knew that she would see him before too long. Giving him a gentle nodd, she turned and made her way to the palace gardens.


The wind danced through the leaves, causing them to whisper to one another. Ruya loved to sit for hours and listen to the tree's lullaby, often times falling asleep beneath the trees in the Shire. The Rivendell trees did not have the same notes the Shire's did. Beautiful, nonetheless, but different.

The sound of someone approaching caused her to turn quickly, drawing her sword.

"Quite the reflexes," the young man smirked, gently moving the blade away from his neck with a single finger, "daughter of Sauron."

"Is there something I can help you with, young Lord?"

"Boromir," he replied with another smirk as she lowered her sword, but refused to sheathe it, "of Gondor."

She smirked back, "Ruya of Mordor."

"Will you not sheathe your weapon? You have nothing to fear from me."

"That remains to be seen," she snapped, "you do not live as long as I have without knowing the shine of greed in a man's eyes."

"Where you see greed," Boromir took a step closer, "I see opportunity."

"Stand down, boy," the She-Elf growled, raising her weapon once more, "I will not ask again."

"Boy, is it," the brunette chuckled, "I do suppose I would be compared to someone as old as you. Yet time has not touched you. Is it true that you lay at the bottom of a river for two and a half thousand years?"

"It is."

"Incredible," Boromir removed his riding glove and held out his hand, "may I?"

Confused, Ruya lowered her weapon and placed her much smaller hand in his. His fingers glided across the smoothness of her skin, shocked by how warm it was. Lifting it to his lips, the young Gondorian gave it a gentle kiss.

"I must be honest," he chuckled, "from the rumors I expected reptilian skin too hot to touch. Instead, I find this magnificent beauty," he looked Ruya in the eyes as he continued, "to spend an eternity at your side would be both an honor and a pleasure. It is a shame that I am merely a mortal man."

"Yes," she replied flatly, pulling her hand out of his grasp, "a shame. Please leave, Sir Boromir. I was enjoying the solitude."

"But to be alone on such a gorgeous afternoon," Boromir insisted, reaching for her hand once more, "I cannot allow such a beautiful woman to be unguarded. One never knows when the evil forces of Sauron may-"

"I believe she told you to leave, Boromir," the voice that spoke was regal, yet young, "can you find your way, or shall I call the guard to escort you to your room?"

Turning, Ruya lowered her gaze and bowed at the approaching Elf, "Prince Legolas. We are honored by your arrival."

"Speak for yourself," Boromir snapped, releasing her hand, "if you will excuse me, I must see to my men."

A smirk grew upon Legolas' face as Boromir stormed away, "Cheery fellow, isn't he?"

"Legolas," Ruya whispered in Elvish, "my dear friend. I did not expect to see you again so soon."

"Rise, Ruya," he replied, reaching down to take her chin in his hand, "you need not bow to me."

The moment their eyes met, it felt like a gate was opened. He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms tightly around her. A few tears fell from her eyes as she buried her face into his neck. He slowly rocked her back and forth in attempts to soothe her.

"I thought I would never see you again," he breathed in her ears, squeezing his eyes shut to stop his own tears from spilling, "I was so worried."

"I sent you letters" she said, pulling away from him only to press her forehead to his own, "many letters. Did they not arrive?"

"They did," he nodded, suddenly looking very ashamed, "when I heard you were living in the Shire, I wanted to find you so many times. I must have wrote thousands of letters. My father would not have any of it. His son and heir in love with the daughter of Sauron; to him, that was a treachery far greater than anything else."

"I have missed you so much, Legolas."

He suddenly took in a sharp breath, "How I've dreamed to hear you say my name feel you close to me once more," he reached up to cup her face, "to feel your lips against my own."

Widening her eyes, Ruya pulled away from him, "Legolas no! He'll see you."

"Then let him see me," the prince begged, "I do not fear him."

"I don't want him to see you," she said, "I don't want him to harm you. And he will. If he knows about us, he'll use you to get to me. I won't let him harm you. I promise."

After a moment's silence, Legolas smirked, "You always have to have things your way don't you?"

Smiling, Ruya lowered her head so his lips could press themselves against her brow. The pair then joined together in another hug, listening to the wind in the trees.

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