A Real Adventure (A Legolas Fanfiction)

Old Friends (Chapter 2)

My horse, Redbone, trotted along strongly through the now dark woods of Whitewood. Jasilion and a few other riders who I've known since birth rode along around me, murmuring quietly to each other or humming hyms softly to themselves. The frozen northern winds tore strands of my hair from it's originaly neat braid, there was ice on the tips of my hair from tiny flakes of snow building up and forming together. From time to time I would find thorns clinging to my brown leather riding pants, twigs that got caught in my dark forest green cloak, and bugs stuck in the strings of my brown corset that was strapped over a long-sleeved light grey tunic.

The ride was long and cold until we made it far out of our borders, there is not much of a story to tell. By morning break we had arrived at Rivendell and were greated by old friends, elves we've never met, and elves we've only heard of. I tied Redbone in the stable and went out to search for Arwen, an old childhood friend who I only ever see every once in a blue moon, but instead ran into her father, Lord Elrond.

"Sarráh," he greeted, hugging me lovingly. When my own father wasn't fatherly (my father is a hardened man), I could always count on Elrond to substitute- whether he knew it or not.

"Hello, Elrond! It's been ages." I chimed as we pulled out of the embrace.

The smile never left his face, "Indeed it has." His arms crossed as he continued, "Now let me guess, you're searching for Arwen, aren't you Princess Sarráh?"

I nodded, "Yes, would you please tell me where she has gone? We have plenty of catching up to do."

He gestured towards the western garden, "She should be on the gazebo in the garden. If you can't find her there I'd look in her bedroom."

I thanked him and left, breaking out into a light jog. When I found her- she was in fact in the gazebo, which was surrounded by shrubs and flowers- she was reading a very old book. Getting down on my hands and knees, I crawled so she wouldn't see me approaching. The gleaming silver morning's sun made the land shine magically, as it always had here in Rivendell. Growing nearer and nearer to the railing of the little summerhouse, I could hear the mummers of Arwen reading aloud to herself (image of gazebo at the side). A smirk transformed on my face as I readied myself to leap out over the railing and onto her.

1... 2...

Out of the blue, a shriek sounded overhead and Arwen came flying over the railing and on top of me.

"Arwen! You scared the sense out of me, you fool." I said, laughing uncontrollably. Her soft frame shook with her own laughter.

"Oh, how I've missed you Sarráh!" a pair of arms squeezed around my shoulders and she began swaying our bodies from side to side. The spring breeze blew a tendril of her hair into her mouth, but she didn't bother with it.

I probably look like a vagabond; scattered hair and dirty, old riding clothes. My eyes scanned around the area; flowers, crepe myrtle and large oaks were surrounding us along with the sound of a waterfall somewhere in the distance.

Arwen saw how she made all my arrows to spill out of my quiver during her attack, "Oh, here, let me get these for you. You look nice," she said as she crawled around to retrieve the little weapons.

A small smile grew on my face, "I'm in dirty riding clothes, my hair is everywhere, and you say I look 'nice'?" I asked as I grabbed the arrows from her hand and placed them back into the quiver.

She shrugged, "You're gorgeous, Sarráh." she paused to stand, "Even in dirty, untasteful riding clothes."

My smile faltered, "I never said they were untasteful!" I playfully pouted and sat on the bench that Arwen had previously been in. She came and sat beside me and we spoke for ages before it got to the topic of the Council that was merely around the corner.