A/N: It's been awhile since I've posted anything, and I found this story lurking in my closet. I've been editing as I type, but it is still rough. I wrote this years ago, and I'd like to believe my writing skills have improved over time. Haha.
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Middle Earth and its characters. I do own Kirlin and her parents, and Haru. :3
"Look! There is the Lady Kirlin."
"Poor girl! Her love being taken by orcs."
"I have heard that her father has left for Mirkwood to find her a husband."
"Nonsense! He shall certainly send her to the Grey Haven to help her overcome her pain."
"That is not what I heard."
"I am able to hear you twitter about like a bunch of human women." I said softly. The pain in my heart allowed me not to be angry. I gave a soft sigh and swept away, my dress whispering on the stones, to the pasture where the horses grazed. I rubbed one of my pointed ears with a long finger as I flicked my eyes around for my closest friend. I saw my black mare and walked softly to her. "Oh, Meleth." I ran my hands through her mane. "Why did Haru leave me? He would have been safe here in Rivendell." Meleth whickered into my palm. "Papa has indeed left Rivendell, but to Lorien, not to Mirkwood. And his purposes are more noble then searching for a mere husband."
"Lady Kirlin." I turned my head quickly, my light brown hair blowing in the breeze over my shoulder. Lord Elrond stood a few feet from me. I was surprised he had been able to come so close without my knowing.
"Lord Elrond." I curtsied, my forest green dress sighing with the movement.
"Your heart misses Haru greatly." Lord Elrond said softly. He offered his arm and I placed my pale fingers on it. "Every place in Rivendell causes you sadness. Your memories are too strong."
"Alas, my heart weeps for my fiancé's death. We were to be wed within the month." I sighed, my green eyes tearing up. Elrond laid one of his long hands on my hand that rested on his arm.
"I see you as a daughter, Lady Kirlin, not a niece. It pains me to see you in such hurt. What would bring a smile to your face, dear one?" I raised my free hand to my head, running my fingers through my hair.
"I know naught what would. Mayhaps a ride to see another elven city, to be rid of the gossipers here." I sighed.
"It shall be granted." Lord Elrond kissed my cheek. "Take Meleth. Ride hard. Rid your heart of your pain." He whispered. I nodded and curtsied.
"Thank you, Lord Elrond, father's brother." I said, my voice full of emotion. I ran lightly over the earth back to the house of Imladris, running to my quarters where I had lived for the past hundred and fifty years. I began throwing traveling gear into a bag. I rushed to the kitchens and received lembas, enough for two month's worth of travel. I called Meleth with a short tune and galloped out of Rivendell.
"Haru!" I yelled as I arrived at the top of the valley. "Release me!" I kicked Meleth back into a gallop towards the east, running away from my memories.