It was in the late of the year, the fall colors in the leaves retreating to shades of brown and black as they would travel from their once proud branches to the floors of the forests and die slowly, slowly under the darkness provided by the intertwining branches of the trees, when the Council of Elrond was called to court. In Gondor, the mighty white city of men, she and her "sibling" had ridden hard from early morning till the moon was high in the sky. Though, arriving in a hostile city, such as Rivendale, was something the half breed feared most. Her eyes kept a weather's watch on the moon, counting the days till the new moon would be high in the sky and the waxy moonlight would turn her from that beastly form of a bastard's breed to the gracefully god blessed elves.

Clattering of horse hooves on the cobble stone entrance of the nearly empty city of elves Boromir, son of Denethore, and Souji, Daughter of Smaug, came in the early hour of the day. Sliding from the beast that she rode, the black cape falling to her shoulders, hiding away the beast appendages that were both ghastly and a beautiful sight to behold. Watching as her "sibling" strode before her, following close behind, claw resting on top of the hilt of the red blade made from the body parts of her father that lay at her hip.

"Boromir, I shall meet you at the councel." she told the older man, who looked down at her with a concerned gaze as his eyebrow lifted in question. "What is it that seeks you?" he questioned her quickly and she gave the honest reply of, "I have business I must attend to. Demons, or half-breeds rather, cannot go into the city unchecked and I..." she smirked lightly as she tossed her silver hair over her shoulder and out of her eyes, " happen to be under that category." Boasting lightly at her dishonorable name of "half-breed" she and Boromir both sneered at the name and rolled their eyes.

Departing from his side, she walked through the empty halls, the whipping winds of the winter months approached and its scent lingered through the city, it whisper was lingering in the forest, and its eyes watched from oppressively low grey clouds that hung from their mighty heavens above. Pausing a moment, admiring the glorious splendor of the waterfalls that were near the center of the city, she caught the scent of an old enemy in the air, growling under her breath, and turning her head in the direction of which it came. "Tch. Of course he would be here." she muttered in demon, "Let us...greet him." she smirked wickedly, following the scent that was faint of the air until her eyes landed upon him, narrowing lightly even though a demonic smirk lingered upon her lightly colored lips, two pearly white fangs dipping out from her upper lip.

The Prince of Mirkwood was. Not much more than just that he "was". He had turned himself into the magic living within the very walls of the dying city and led himself into such a deep meditation that he was finding it difficult to admit to anything other than existing. To say that "The Prince of Mirkwood was a good man" would be to erase any past or future wrongs, and to lie. But, to say, "The Prince of Mirkwood was a bad man" would be to do just the opposite and erase all good he'd done. He had run himself through many other possibilities, and he had settled on the fact that he existed. And he knew that that was a good fact, and one that he was very fond of.

But, as deep into himself as he could go, he could not ignore the fact that his body heard sounds and smelled something that seemed vaguely familiar, but a bit unwelcome, and he found his eyes and opened them.

"... Am I fortunate enough to smell what I think I do before it had the chance to sneak up on me?"

The half breed smirk down at the prince with a deadly, venomous look within her blue eyes that was yet not known to the prince of the mirkwood. "Sneak up? Oh you?" she laugh loudly, "Do not lower me to your level, you weak minded fool, I am above your type of...dishonorable fighting and if I wished to attack you I assure you, prince, I would have done so and slew you by my own claw by now." Poison words lift her lips and the amusement in her eyes disappearing as she looked down at him with a deadly glare. The hand that had only rested on the hilt of her blade now held tightly to the black handle, ready for battle, if necessary

The wind blew back her cloak between her silver reptile wings, resting between them, her tail swishing back and forth, making a soft whistling sound in the wind, the scales giving a soft shine, even in the darkness of this day, she still had a bright color of light reflecting from her scales. "I would assume that your reasoning for being in the city at the same time I am is because your mother and father sent you, their weak link of a son, to defend the city that hides in the forest, hmm? How amiable of you." she mocked him lightly, turning her back to him and striding forward, giving a glance over her shoulder before spinning on her heel to face him again with a wicked grin on her lips.

The largest response he gave was a quirked eyebrow. "May I assume that your behavior is being used in an attempt to anger me or belittle my position? Because it truly won't." He unfolded his legs slowly, rising to his feet and considerable height and allowed the moonlight to glow through his hair and over his cheekbones and jaw line to remind her just how regal he could truly be.

"And, approaching from behind, unannounced, and then attempting to provoke a fight seems like nothing more than a failed attempt at an ambush. And that hand on your sword is about as subtle as your sneer." Truly, he did not want to fight her, she was frightening.

The half breed narrowed her eyes at the much taller, lanky elf prince in front of her. He was usually the one to confront her in battle or with words of belittlement. Her fang protruded from her upper lip again as she gave a soft growl from the back of her throat and her hair was tossed over her shoulders again. Words began to boil in her head, forming up a rebuttal to his comment, or some sort of action that would send him running in fear back to his beloved mother and father in that land that she was unwelcome in. Every phrase she put together in her head she dismissed until her open her mouth to speak but was stopped by a small voice, which sounded surprised, but happy in the same moment. "Miss Souji?"

The demonic smirk disappeared and her eyes became gentle as they fell upon the tiny hobbit she knew well. "Hello there, little one." She turned her back to the prince as the little hobbit ran over to her as she knelt to his height and they embraced. Glancing over her shoulder at the taller elf, her eyes glittering their hate toward him as she rose the hobbit chattering. "There is something I must ask of you, Miss Souji, but I fear of what you would say." Her full attention, for the moment, turned to the hobbit as he looked up at her, her eyes full of concern. "I carry something of great power and a counsel has been called of all races to destroy it. I would be comforted if you attended the counsel with me." She chuckled, and smiled at the hobbit, bowing her head and placing a claw over her heart. "You have the word of a demon, Master Frodo, that I will follow your command."

Rising again, she glanced over her shoulder again, scowling a bit embarrassed that the elf had witnessed her "softer" nature.


Legolas bowed quite deeply from the waist, keeping his eyes on the small hobbit. "It appears we have yet to make acquaintance, Little Master. I am Legolas." In the back of his mind he could hear his childish memories mocking the half demon that was so obviously at a point of vulnerability, but he was beyond that at this age.

The Hobbit bowed to the elf, the half breed stood behind him, her hand resting again at the tip of the hilt, smiling tenderly at the hobbits. It was obvious that she was fond of the hobbit and he was equally fond of her, she had a warm smile on her light colored lips. Sighing lightly, she turned on her heel, waving lightly as she smirked over her shoulder. "I am going to head to this counsel, I shall see you there, Master Frodo, and I am happy to say you will be able to meet my eldest sibling. He's will be attending as well for the people of Gondor." she explained to him and the hobbit nodded his head with a smile, trotting over to her. "I'll come too..."

The tiny hand gripped her cloak tightly in his tiny hand, glancing once more at the elf prince, she smirked lightly saying in the tongue of the elves "Thank you gods that you were saved by the little one." Turning her head back to the hobbit who looked at her confused, she smiled and chuckled as they chattered with one another.

He lead her to where the counsel was being held and she took a seat near when a few men were sitting, including her brother, Boromir, her hand laying on top of his comfortably, stroking it gently with her thumb. Turning his head toward her, giving her a small, but loving, smile as he asked her. "Have you caused burden to these people?" "Hmm..." she smirked lightly from under her claws that were hiding her lips, removing the hand and saying in a sing-song way "No~, I am already their burden and their darkest secret, to cause them anymore would just be plain foolish of me. Besides, I want to give Gondor, my city, a good name." He chuckled at the way she smirked at him and leaned over and gave her a quick peck on the head before he noticed the look on her face which caused him concern. "What's wrong?" he asked as his smile began to fade, "The one I told you of is in our midst...and that night of the new moon falls upon this night. None have seen me in such a state and if it were to be divulged surely they would have my head." she muttered glancing around the seats that began to be filled with others from far and distant countries.

-SO LIEK SKIPPING THE BORING SHIT YAY-

Although far more tolerant in his age, Legolas was mildly frustrated that he'd have to spend so much time around the half breed thing. It wasn't so much the racism he had been taught, it was more that being around her simply burned is nose like no other stench could. Quite honestly, she stank, and he was not pleased with that. Not to mention that the members of the Fellowship would need to rely on one another, and she would rather stab him in his back than guard it.

Of course, he knew he had been less than pleasant to her in their childhood. That was simply the nature of things, as he had been a young boy, and she a young girl, and the two had been quite different in social status. It was only natural for him to attempt to push the overly rambunctious girl back into her place. And pushing Souji back into her place was something he now knew would be quite impossible, but he did hope that he could at least talk some civility into her, which was precisely why he was walking quietly toward the room he had been informed she was staying in.