Hi I'm back!!!!!!!!! Miss me? Well here's my next chapter of Boromir's daughter. Have fun and enjoy!! I slaved for ummm. Hours to create this for you. Ok everything between * * is Alagmetwin's thoughts. Could someone beta this for me please. My computer is ok at beta-ing but it is not the greatest. Help Please!!!

The jaws of the council collective fell to the ground. She glanced around the courtyard. Her icy eyes fixed on each member, but fell the longest on nine of the members. "Well child, if you know what will happen at Amon Hen why do you not tell us who will fall?" Elrond asked tiredly. "I cannot. It is against the laws of magic to reveal all. Ask Gandalf if you do not believe me." She said conceitedly. "I would reveal it to you but even I know not. I take my leave now my lords. Farewell." With that she turned and left.

Three hours later.

"The nine are chosen, nine walkers to combat the nine riders. They are; Aragorn son of Arathorn, Legolas son of Thriandruil(? I spell bad. HELP), Boromir son of Denthor(?), Gimli son of Gloin, Gandalf the Gray, Frodo son of Drogo, Samwise Gamgee, Pippin Took, and Merry Brandybuck. They will go to Mordor to destroy the One Ring and defeat the Dark Lord." Elrond's speech was dramatic and grim. All heads turned towards the table where the new fellowship was seated. Alagmetwen looked proudly at her father and his companions. Yet she knew that one would not finish the quest. Because of this her heart was troubled. 'If only I knew who it was. I know that one will not fall before Amon Hen but the identity of the doomed one eludes me. Well there's only one thing to do.' "Papa! I wish to speak to you." She called once the festivities had started. "Yes my dear." Boromir asked tiredly "Well, you remember the little thing I told you at home, correct?" "Yes." He answered slowly. "Well.it still applies. I will follow you papa. You are my only family, aside from uncle Faramir, and I will go as far as you do and no further." Her voice was tinged with sorrow. She had just understood that it could very well be her own father that would fall on the quest to the nameless land. She hugged him as tight as his girth would allow. "What was that for?" He asked when he could breathe again. "I love you dad." Was here only reply.

Three weeks later:

"Farewell! May the hope of elves men and the rest of the free folk go with you." Elrond, ever the one for the dramatic, spoke (yep you guessed it) solemnly. The fellowship bowed their heads and began the leave the last homely house. *Ok so now papa is gone, he left me behind. Again.* she sighed inwardly *Well time to carry though with my threat. Never made an empty one before this and now is a bad time to start.* She readied the horse that she had #borrowed# from lord Elrond and rode off in the direction of her father.

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