Harina
Autumn. The golden richness of the year's readying for winter's sleep mocks my hope, and icy winter seems to say that I shall never see my heart's desire, that its frigid grip will ever keep my love from me.
I wait, and I watch, my eyes fixed on the gates of Rivendell. Will she come? Will she make it? The road is long, the way perilous. Will I be able to see her one last time before I leave on my journey?
Am I being foolish? Why should she journey to meet me here? I did not ask her to do so, and she gave me no hint that she had ever considered such an idea. But in my heart... in my heart is the fierce yearning to see the one I love so deeply. Surely there is an answering need within her. Surely she longs for me as I long for her. And with the Shadow looming out of the East... will she come to me, perhaps for the last time?
But there! At the gates! A snow white mare, tacked in rich, emerald green... and astride her... elf ears and starlit eyes... it is my lady...
Harina.
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A/N: I do not own the Lord of the Rings. I wrote this for my fiancee's little sister, Jessie. She loves Legolas & wants to marry him. She told me that her Elf name was "Harina." This fic's a b-day present (her birthday was the 3rd of June).
