The New Fellowship(Lord of the Rings Cross-Over)

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((Um...I just thought I'd mention that we will need people who work against the new Fellowship from within and without,but we do need actual good guys too so yeah...))
Long before the events of the actual novel, the Dark Lord Sauron forged the One Ring to rule the other Rings of Power and corrupt those who wore them: the leaders of Men, Elves and Dwarves. He was vanquished in battle by an alliance of Elves and Men. Isildur cut the One Ring from Sauron's finger, claiming it as an heirloom for his line, and Sauron lost his physical form. When Isildur is later ambushed and killed by Orcs, the Ring was lost in the River Anduin at Gladden Fields.
Many years after the original Fellowship,in the Elven city of Rivendell,there is a meeting for the races of Middle-Earth.Each representative and their allies have brought news of dark creatures appearing and many other ill tidings.Will they save Middle-Earth or will they fall?
Ella had been surprised when the Elven Council had chosen her and her friends to represent the Elves at the meeting.She knew that she had to show that they had made the right choice in choosing her over a warrior.As the meeting was in a Elven city,the Elven representatives were expected to speak first.So she spoke softly,"As you all know,dark and foreboding times are upon us.And many of us know why.The Ring was somehow reforged.We must take a company to destroy the new one,which was found near here.I volunteer to go.Will you?"She knew that her words about the Ring being reforged would cause surprise to many who did not know.She looked then said,"Will you?For the new Fellowship must consist of all races from Middle-Earth or it will fail.So I ask again.Will you volunteer?"She waited patiently for other volunteers.

As a renowned warrior among the race of men, Matthias was one of the obvious choices to venture to Rivendell to attend the meeting being held there. Along with the other men that were selected, he had trekked all the way across the land from Gondor to the Elven city, where a wide variety of other races would await them there, to hear of the sightings reported from many witnesses of the dark creatures that had begun dispersing across the land. Now, he himself had not seen these beasts with his own eyes, but the threat was enough to make him believe that they could prove to be a very serious issue regarding the safety of the main races spread across Middle-Earth.

The meeting had begun as soon as they had arrived. An Elven woman appeared to be stood in front of the crowd and informing them of the actions that this new Fellowship would have to do in order to prevent the fall of their land, and Matthias weaved his way through the small crowds to hear her a little better. By now, she was asking for volunteers, and he was more than ready to participate in such a journey. Lifting his hand to make himself seen in between the cluster of elves and dwarves in front of him, he opened his mouth to voice his dedication to the Fellowship. "I volunteer." He called out, giving the elf a quick nod of his head and an assured smile.

Heracles had arrived early to Rivendell, with the group of his men that volunteered to travel with him from his homelands of Rohan, to take a day to appreciate the songs heard whispered from the trees like haunting nightmares and the bright and beautiful feasts of less-than-filling greens. Yet appreciate the beauty of the elves he did, as much as any traveler would, but a day was enough before he knew it was back to the reason why he had came to the hidden elvish city.

His men and himself were of the first few to gather around the representatives of the elves, listening intently to the details of what will be an enduring adventure. From behind he could he the call of a volunteer, looking towards the direction of the voice he saw a hand in the air from a man no doubt from Gondor. Looking back at the elves Heracles himself rose his hand into the air, speaking in a low voice. "I volunteer as well," he declared, making his way through the crowd to the fellow man. He held himself proud as a rider of Rohan, a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth.