Intense grey eyes gazed avidly, unmoving. Focused solely on the tall, slender figure of Lord Elrond as he spoke calmly, his tone laced with the utmost urgency.

"The ring was made in the fires of Mount Doom. Only there can it be unmade. It must be taken deep into Mordor and cast back into the fiery chasm from whence it came. One of you must do this." Elrond's words were followed by a piercing silence before it seemed that everyone chimed in and began to speak at once.

It was some chaotic moments before a soft, but sure voice broke through the cacophonous flutter of voices. It was a welcomed break from the loud rush of voices that had started to pain their silent watcher.

"I will take it! I will take it." It was the young hobbit Frodo, as the hooded figure knew it would be. He was the only right choice for the monumental task at hand, for he would not so easily succumb to the rings evil. But the choice had to be his own. "I will take the ring to Mordor. Though- I do not know the way."

The hidden figure waited until the precise moment. Holding back a short laugh as the concealed hobbits she had noticed right off the bat has sprung from their hiding spots, pledging to help Frodo on his dreadful quest. Not allowing anyone to protest. The were faithful. They would follow Frodo for as long as they could, this was already apparent. "Nine companions… So be it! You shall be the Fellowship of the Ring!"

The second the last word rolled fluently from his lips their silent watcher jumped from the roof, spear clasped tightly in her pale, slender fingers, landing directly in front of the shocked elven lord. To surprise Lord Elrond was a big feat indeed.

"Ten, I should think would be more accurate," she said in her near musical voice and lowered her hood, her mess of deep red hair springing loose just as Gandalf raised his staff.

"Caran…" Elrond said breathlessly, his voice trailing off as he stared at the seemingly youthful woman in front of him in bewilderment. It had been many, many years since they had set eyes on each other. She found his face a very welcomed sight indeed.

"Lower your staff, Gandalf. I intend nothing but friendship and protection for young Frodo here," she spoke softly as she turned her steady gaze on him.

"Aiglos…" he murmured suddenly as he caught a glimpse of the spear she held and quickly glanced to Elrond for confirmation. He simply nodded. That was all that was needed. "You are correct. Ten would, in fact, be more accurate. Council dismissed. Lady Caran, Gandalf, Aragorn, follow me, if you will," Elrond called as he exited the room, leaving behind many confused faces.