The leaves rustled in the gentle summer breeze. The moon shone through the canopy of the old oak tree where two figures sat, casting long, slender shadows, along the grass. At the base of the oak they sat side by side in a comfortable silence until the sun began to rise, with bright, explosive colours…
The young elf maiden woke to the sound of the blackbirds singing their soft morning hymn. It had been a dream, just a dream of the past. A memory, one of happiness, love, pain and sorrow. That had been the last time the two lovers had seen each other. The memory was old, some would say ancient in fact, but it never dimmed of faded from her mind.
Calenlos slid out of her fine linen sheets and placed her feet on the soft rug. She slipped out of her nightdress and changed into an earthy green dress, which flowed to her ankles. With firm hands she pulled her hair together and pleated it into a braid that fell all the way down her back. She stared long and hard at the mirror in front of her. Her chestnut brown hair was soft and silky. In her ageless face the green eyes, which has once been bright and sparkling, looked dull and lifeless.
Calenlos had changed. No longer was she happy and joyful, or bright and bubbly. She was sad, serious and hardly ever smiled. She use to enjoy the company of others and spent a lot of time with other elves but now she kept to herself and spent most of her time in the small library or going on long, lonely walks in the forest. She had lost everything she was, everything she could have been, when he left her. He had shattered her heart and now her mother and father couldn't find a way to piece it back together. They had tried everything they could think of, gifts, time with other elves, teaching her archery to distract her, leaving her alone but each time they tried she closed herself off further.
Now the only time she smiled was when she was with the elven children. It was then you could catch small glimpses of her old self, her beautiful self. She sighed and stopped staring in the mirror. Her pale fingers reached out and grabbed her bow and full quiver from their dusty shelf beside her. Her mind was stuffy, clouded and in need of clearing. And she found the best way of clearing her mind was to do archery practice.
She quietly walked along the small eastern trail, listening to the wild animals scurry and squabble around her. She made it to the clearing surrounded by tall trees, where the targets were all set up ready to be used. She used to come to this place often; it was the place where she was first taught how to use a bow and arrow by… She let out a soft sigh and tried to erase the memory of the person who taught her. Her aim was deadly, hitting the center of the bulls' eye repeatedly. Once her quiver was empty she walked slowly up to the target to collect her arrows. Her head was now clearer and she finally felt at ease. As she pulled out her last arrow she noticed a swift movement out of the corner of her eye. She shook her head believing that it was just her imagination.
Behind her she felt a presence, maybe she hadn't been imagining things. She spun on her heel to face the person she that had hurt her so deeply. As they looked into each other's eyes, there was an awkward silence. The atmosphere was tense and as the male elf took a step towards her, she took a shaky step backwards. His piercing blue eyes and handsome features were the same as the last time they met. It was Legolas, her best friend and her old lover.