[2] Ethereal Love - The Elvish Ranger In The Fellowship

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As we reached Rivendell, tears cascaded down my face, looking at my once home. Once we reached the gates, I saw Lindir, my mentor who had taught me growing up. 

 "Aragorn," He nods to him. As he turns to look at me his eyes widen in surprise. "Arneth?" I nod wearily. We hug momentarily before he runs inside, to fetch Elrond. I look down nervously. Aragorn puts a reassuring hand over my shoulder.

 My uncle soon comes rushing out and his face fills with tears when his eyes find me. My cousins follow, their mouths agape. I was cried on, and smothered with hugs. 

   Elrond was hosting a great party to celebrate my return. My grandparents would be invited along with all of Rivendell. The return of beloved lady of Rivendell.

     ❁

60 years after The Battle Of The Five Armies.

   It had been 10 years since I returned and I could not be happier. After returning to Rivendell, I had came to Lothlorién with my grandparents. Although I still visit Rivendell each month. 

   Aragorn had gone to capture the creature Gollum a few days ago. While everyone loathed the creature, I pitied it. It had once been a hobbit called Sméagol. Driven wild of the One Ring's powers, it was consumed.

  As I was practicing shooting with my best friends Haldir and Morwen, I suddenly stumble and a vision spreads in my eyes. I see a couple of things. Gollum, Aragorn, Legolas, and the last one frightens me a little. "Mordor," I whisper, barely audible.

 "Arneth!" Haldir manages to catch me before I fall. I pant heavily. My grandparents rush out noticing this. 

"Are you alright?" Morwen asks.

 "Yes. But I must travel to Mirkwood," I tell them. They look confused while my grandparents look concerned.

 "There are many dangers there, Arneth—" Haldir argues but I cut him of.

 "I have to. Please understand," I put my arm on his. I look to my grandparents. "It's Gollum. I have to speak to him,"

  They nod in understanding. My grandfather puts his hands on by shoulders. "Take Morwen. We do not want to lose you again," He kisses my forehead. I nod curtly. 

 My naneth comes up to me and kisses my forehead as well. "We live in dangerous times, my child. You are a very skilled warrior. Keep safe,"  I nod. Morwen follows me and we both pack for the trip.

 Soon after getting ready, Morwen and I head to the stables. She gets on her horse Bethril, while I get on my Mairas, Aredhel. 

     Galadriel looks after her granddaughter riding out worriedly. "May the grace of Elbereth Gilthoniel be with you," She sighs.