"I feel you, I hear you. Kill. Save. Heal. That is what I do. For I am the shifter."

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-A/n POV-

She saw them. They walked over the vast plains after Rivendell. She breathed slowly, letting her warm breath caress her fur. Her white blue eyes searched for them. She found the one ring bearer. Her teeth bared, and she started slowing creeping towards the fellowship, who had no idea of what would come. Legolas was the first to hear her. His elven ears picked up her breath. Then he saw something white between the stones.

"Something is lurking around us," he said, and the rest of the fellowship looked around. "I see nothing," the dwarf Gimli huffed. "You aren't supposed to see me, Son of Gloin," a voice suddenly said. It was soft as water or as a feather. "Show yourself!" Aragorn demanded, earning a light chuckle from the melodious voice. "So so, Isildur's heir. I will not harm," the spokesperson said, and they could hear her soft breathing. It was as she was right above them.

Then they saw her. A lady clad in white linen. Her hair was as white as snow and skin fairer than any elleth. Her white blue eyes shone in the sun. Her whole aura was unique, so light. So powerful. "Who are you?" The other man of this fellowship, Boromir, said. His eyes followed every move the lady made. "I am the shifter of middle earth. I am Ilmare," the woman said. The fellowship widens their eyes. "You are the one who's lived here since the beginning?" Legolas asked. Ilmare nodded, bowing her head in a greeting. Legolas mirrors her action, and so do Aragon,

"Why have you come here?" Gandalf eventually asks, raising an eyebrow. "I felt the presence of the ring here. That thing is cursed, and I want it out of this world. It took my home, made my king do treble things. It made my parents slaves. The dark lord shall be punished for his deeds against the Valar. The highest shall give me support, for the ring of the dark must burn." Ilmare let her words sink into their minds. Gandalf bowed lightly and said. " my apologies, my lady." Ilmare chuckled. "No need to be sorry, Mithrandir. Your soul is pure, and I will help you on this quest." Ilmare opens her head where a ring lay.

"This is the ring that the Valar gave me. Touch it and our souls will be bond forever"

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Song: Elven song by Karliene

A/n: I have no idea I write more of this Chap, but I'll write longer in the next one:)