Hi Everyone! So as some of you probably know, I was previously working on a story titled "Manwathiel, Lady of the Night." I wasn't very happy with it though, so I decided to just start from scratch and rewrite it. I have a much better feeling about this one, it has the same basic plot but a lot of things will be changed so please just bear with me here!

If you're a new reader, ignore everything I just said. I hope you enjoy, reviews are always encouraged and greatly appreciated!

Happy reading!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything (sadly) because I'm not an awesome genius like Tolkein. Maybe someday...nope.

Prologue

"The world is changed. I feel it in the water. I feel it in the earth. I smell it in the air."

Two elvish women stood in a small courtyard in the center of Lothlorien. One was the Lady Galadriel, keeper of all that is light and good in the earth. She took the hand of the other and led her to a basin filled with seemingly normal water.

"I have seen much in the mirror lately." She spoke softly, like the ringing of bells. "In the years to come we will have to face the great evil that is rising in the east. A fellowship will be formed, of Men, Halflings, an Elf, and even a Dwarf. Its mission will be vital to the future of Middle earth; they are all to play important roles in the coming war, and all must be present in Rivendell when the Fellowship is formed."

"What must I do?" The other woman gazed apprehensively at Galadriel's mirror.

"Watch over them. Protect them. Whatever must be done to ensure their safety." Galadriel looked at her companion with piercing blue eyes, "You are the only one I can trust with this task. It is of the utmost importance that you succeed."

"It will be done. I understand how important this is. I will anything and everything within my power to keep them safe." The woman squeezed Galadriel's hand. "Your trust will not be misplaced. I promise to fulfill my duty to Middle Earth, no matter the cost."

…oOo…

Little Frodo Baggins played happily in one of the many wooded areas of the Shire. His uncle Bilbo had let him go out for the day, and he was quite enjoying himself. The ground was dappled in sunlight, and the birds were singing so sweetly in the trees. A strange feeling of adventurousness came over him, and Frodo thought that it would be fun to climb to the top of one of the trees.

Feeling rather Tookish, he started to make his ascent. Branch by branch he climbed, into the soft breeze and the faint scratching of leaves. The smell of honeysuckle wafted through the spring air, and little twigs brushed through his dark, curly hair. It was a beautiful day, and high up in the trees Frodo felt as if he were in an entirely different world.

It wasn't until he neared the top that he even dared to look down. Realizing how very far up he was, a chill of fear went down the hobbit's spine.

"Uncle Bilbo?" he said a little sheepishly. He knew that his uncle wouldn't be too happy to find him climbing trees by himself, and that he was all the way back at Bag-end, but he figured it was worth a shot.

No one came. Frodo was alone in the forest, clinging desperately to a branch for dear life. He was so scared; getting up to the top of the tree had been one thing, but getting down was completely different. What would happen to him if no one came to find him? What if-

There was a loud crack, and Frodo found that the branch he was holding on to was no longer attached to the tree, and neither was he for that matter.

He squeezed his eyes shut, whooshing down. Down, down, down, drawing quickly closer to the ground…

And into a woman's waiting arms.

Frodo slowly opened his eyes, peeking around. Needless to say, he was more than a little shocked to find that instead of being a hobbit-sized puddle on the ground he was being held by two gentle hands.

"Who are you?" he squeaked out.

She smiled, shaking off the hood of her cloak. "I am a friend, Little One." She set him on the ground and ruffled his hair. "You should be more careful."

Frodo found that he couldn't do much else but stare at the woman. He had never seen an elf, but from what his Uncle Bilbo had told him, he had a good guess that she might be one. What she was doing in the Shire wasn't something he even bothered to think about.

Remembering his manners, he managed a small bow. "Thank you Fair Lady."

Her laugh reminded him somehow of sunshine, and he found that he loved it when she smiled. "It was my pleasure, Frodo Baggins." She bent down and gave him a kiss on the forehead. "Just be more careful next time, Little One. I won't always be here to protect you."

He nodded, then like a flash of lightning she was gone, leaving a slightly bewildered hobbit in her wake.