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( Act 2 ) "Champagne Problems."
60 years past the war outside the doors of Erebor, Alvar strayed from Mirkwood with Legolas and a small company of other Elves who stayed in touch, but often left to go where they pleased.
Alvar and Legolas kept to backroads and small towns, avoiding many who would whisper about the two Elves being so far from any Elvish kingdoms.
She may have lost her ability to gain friends and communicate well with others, she was happily traveling Middle Earth with Legolas, though he tired to keep close to Mirkwood. Despite his falling out with his father, Mirkwood was still his home.
"This could wilt the ears off an Elf." The man behind the counter handed a man his liquor as Alvar and Legolas watched. With two disgusted faces, they watched the man down the drink and belch it back up.
The pair quickly left and went back to the dark streets.
A child ran at Alvar and grabbed her arm. She turned and pulled her arm from his grip as another child grabbed the pouch of coins she had under her belt.
"Hey!" She held both their wrists in a tight holds as she glared down at them. Their faces were thin and dirty. The little boy clingy to the pouch of coins looked as though he would pass out at any moment. "Get out of here." Alvar let go of both of them.
On their ride out of town Alvar paid more attention to the families huddled in alleys as they watched the Elves pass by.
The next town they stopped in, Legolas received a letter from his father to travel to Rivendell for a council meeting.
"It will be good to return somewhere that feels more like home than these places." Alvar said.
"I suppose." Legolas said as they began to leave the town.
"In this world of men half of them can barely afford a slice of bread and the other half waste their money on vile drinks." Alvar analyzed what she'd focused on during their journey.
60 years and she still thought she could never understand men.
The journey to Rivendell was long, but Alvar was excited to be welcomed by other Elves. Arwen, the daughter of Lord Elrond, greeted them.
Alvar and Arwen went into the halls, laughing and catching up while Legolas met a strange man. Aragorn, son of Arathorn. The name was familiar enough, but when he introduced himself as Strider, Legolas remembered that name.
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Sorry this is such a blah chapter and really short but now we're getting into the lord of the rings so. and i have all my finals this week. I'm gonna die
