Middle Earth Add-on!

Um...how did we get so far? I dont rmember posting anything about even setting off! :S

I'm finally getting into a writing mood.

Frodo and the Fellowship walked through the forest in a discomfited silence. The air was thick with bitter anticipation, and Frodo was so restless that the slightest unexpected snap of a twig or a flutter of unseen feathers caused him to jump. The minute he volunteered to carry the Ring to Mordor, he began to have second thoughts. All sorts of acrimonious what ifs ran through his head, taking away his concentration. Suddenly, he felt something touch his shoulder. As he later recounted, he seemed to have jumped high enough to sit on the uttermost bough of the large evergreens surrounding them. "Frodo, are you alright? You seem so edgy, you need to relax. We are still within protected borders" Came the deep reasurrance of the familiar voice of Gandalf. "I know Gandalf, but I cant shake the feeling that someone, or something, is watching us." Frodo said in a precarious voice. He looked at the ground, feeling himself relax as Gandalf continued to speak in a low, strangely soothing voice. He sucked in a shaky breath and walked on, kicking the rich dirt as he went.
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Celandine wandered across the grassy hills of the Wilds, trying to find some reason to keep walking that way. She looked around, her unusually keen eyes seeing much of the movement going on around her. She watched as a large owl snatched a doormouse up for its supper. Her small pointed ears twitched, listening to the squeals eminating from the potential meal. She lifted her hand to shade her eyes from the sun's last burst of light before it crept behind the distant hills. She saw something. Far, far down, down, down, she saw a small dark line, moving against the wind, out of the forest surrounding Rivendell. From her view it was as small as a caterpillar, but for some reason she was much more intrigued by it then she usually would have been. As of late, small bands of elves or dwarves moving out of their territory had not been unusual. But as she watched the line slowly progress, at the pace of a snail, she felt her pulse quicken. She felt curiosity surge through her like adrenaline, starting at her neck and forcing its way through her limbs and torso, ending in her feet, prickling and tickling. She was going to follow that caterpillar, and she was going to find out just what it was doing and why. She picked up her bag, and at an impatient trot, she set off down the hillside.

Celandine was almost shaking with excitement and curiosity as she drew nearer to the strange group. She could now see that it was composed of two elves, two men, a wizard-(She could tell by the pointy hat),Four hobbits (Her eyes lingered a long time on the one with the big eyes), and a dwarf. The dwarf kept grumbling and casting suspicious glances on the two elves. Celandine found this so comical she almost laughed out loud, but she caught herself and remained silent, peering through the branches of a thorny bush as the Fellowship (Of course she didnt know thats who they were) settled down to camp for the night. She was still pondering just why they were together, and just why they all seemed rather meloncholy, when she saw something that startled her enough to make her yelp. She had been watching the hobbit-the cute one, with the big blue eyes- when she saw something glistening around his neck. She thought is was just a chain, but she proved herself wrong when she shifted to get a better look. There, dangling menecaingly at the end of the chain, was a ring. And she knew what it was. It was the One Ring. She gave a little cry of horror, recognition, and suprise, which proved to be one of the dumbest, and smartest moments of her life. She watched with terror as the tall dark man whirled around, looking straight into her eyes. In two bounds he was at her, pulling her out of the bush (Which hurt quite a bit, tearing at her face with the thorns) He set her on the ground, recoiling a bit when he realized she was a female hobbit of all things. The next string of events that took place were very chaotic indeed. The thorns from the bush she was pulled out of scratched her face and while they were not serious gashes, they produced a lot of blood. so what the elves saw was a short figure, doubled over with the shock of everything, with a face seemingly disfigured with blood, and long light colored hair dirtied with bits of leaves and sticks. The dwarf saw her from behind, rubbing her face, and all hunched over, looking very much like an orc. The hobbits realized straight away that she was a hobbit, but they kept their distance, not knowing why she was so strange looking. Aragorn had his sword against her neck in an instant, and while besides the blood she didnt seem so threatening, he was taking no chances. "Speak, creature! Who, or what, are you, and why are spying on us?" Aragorn cried. Celandine tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat, stopped by the lump that was threatening to make her cry. Her face hurt, and she was extremely embaressed at being caught so swiftly. She was also very frightened, for not many times had she had a sword against her neck, with two bows drawn and ready to shoot, and also a large axe just waiting for a command. So the only noise that came out was a faint gurgle. That startled Gimli, who immediately without thinking tried to hack away at her with his axe. Aragorn hit it away with his sword, but not before it caught a nice chunk out of Celandine's arm. She screamed with pain, which immediately tipped them off that it was female. Aragorn was now embaressed as well, as well as concerned, shaken, and upset. "Gimli, fool! Get away!" Aragorn said. This entire time, Gandalf had been watching from a ways off, but he decided it was time to interfere. He stepped up, his eyes laughing, but beneath the twinkle was concern. He gave a warning look at Gimli and Aragorn, and they backed off, watching him closely. He knelt down, motioning for the hobbits to come. Celandine sat up, wiping her face with her cloak and looking up at him with eyes that were far from trusting. She hadnt realized until now that the four hobbits were still there, looking at her strangely. "It doesnt seem that we welcomed you very well, Celandine." Said Gandalf. Celandine drew back, wondering how he knew her name. Gandalf's face quickly became serious. "You had better show them you mean no harm." Gandalf said, looking at her knife. Celandine took it off, laying it at Frodo's feet, knowing he was obviously most important here, what with the priceless thing he posessed. She avoided all eyes, and looked at the ground.

I'm SO sorry that was so long, but i was so bored, and I wanted my entrance into the story to be unusual.

Yes, and farther if we want.

Gandalf's booming voice continued. "Celandine, I know who you are, because I had a vision. What I saw was both frightening and comforting. You are to join us, I believe you have a large part to play. You have figured out who we are, have you not?" Gandalf said. Celandine looked up at him, trembling. "Well...you have the One Ring. I dont know what you are going to do with it, though." She said to Frodo.