Arwen helped me into a more appropriate dress. It was one of hers, green with a beautiful pattern. And as she combed my hair, she finally said something.
“You are the only woman attending the meeting, so you have to expect a lot of stairs and properly comments. As you were raised in the Woodland Realms, you will be seated with Legolas, son of Thranduil. That will not be a problem, will it?”
She asked, shortly looking at the knife in my hand. I put it away. Being armed around him did not seem as a good idea right now.
“No. I know my place.”
I answered, as she began to braid my hair. She gave me a strange look in the mirror, before she continued.
“What is this meeting about?”
I asked. Arwen finished braiding, and sat down beside me.
“Bilbo’s ring is the ring of Sauron. The One Ring.”
She told me. I looked at her in chock. I had heard of the One Ring but never had I imagined it being Bilbo’s ring.
“It has to be destroyed, and that and many other things are what this meeting is about.”
She told me. I wondered. How could I have missed the fact, that Bilbo’s ring was the One Ring?
“Arwen, why does your father want me to attend the meeting?”
I asked, wondering more about that then the ring.
“You did not give in to the temptation as a child. It could mean you have some resistant to it, more than others.”
She explained. I nodded uncomfortably.
“Come, I will show you where the meeting is.”
She got up, and led me through the house, to the meeting. There she left me. It was uncomfortable walking up, and placing myself in the available seat beside Legolas. He ignored me, and was wise to. I would have punched him, is he had said anything, even in front of Lord Elrond. I was so angry, that I did not care.
The human was looking at us, very intensely. Especially Legolas had his attention. It looked almost as if he was studying us. Why? Did Legolas know this human?
“Each race is bound to this fate. This one doom.”
Lord Elrond said, getting my attention. I felt like swearing. The meeting had begun, and already I was not paying attention.
“Bring fourth the ring, Frodo.”
Lord Elrond requested. A hobbit got up from his seat. I had not noticed him he was almost completely hidden sitting beside Gandalf. He walked towards the center, and placed the ring for all to see. I looked at Bilbo’s old ring, wondering how such a little thing could bring so much destruction.
“So it is true.”
A man with light brown hair and blue eyes looked at the ring in a way that made me feel uncomfortable.