Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thranduil, and prince of Mirkwood stepped out onto the balcony of his room at Rivendell on the morning of the great council and stared moodily off into the gray morning. Beneath his calm exterior Legolas was troubled. He had come to report the loss of Gollum, but felt like he was needed for much more. Not that he wasn't glad to help out, he told himself fiercely. He would help Elrond, who was like his second father any way that he could. And already he had gone fond of those small creatures, hobbits, and sensed that the trouble circled around them.
Legolas was deep in thought when all of a sudden; an elf rode into the clearing just below. Legolas stared as the elf dismounted, and removed their helmet. Was that a woman? His question was answered when the elf removed her cloak, and golden hair spilled out. Legolas had to fight to catch his breath as he beheld this mysterious elf, with her long wavy golden hair, and rosy complexion. There seemed to be a light shimmering around her, and he suddenly realized that the sun had finally broken through the clouds, and seemed to focus all its energy on this beauty.
Legolas told himself to stop leering at her from so far up, but he couldn't tear his eyes away. He watched her, fascinated, while she took care of her horse. He noticed how tenderly she rubbed down her horse, and how the horse responded willingly. Legolas smiled to himself as he noted the tight rider's outfit that she wore, and was just admiring the sleek curves, when someone ran out of the house and flung themselves in this mysterious girls arms. It took him a second, but he placed her. Arwen Evenstar, whom he would have said, was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen, until now. It made quite a contrast, this strange girl and Arwen rocking in each other's arms, appearing to be blissfully happy. The morning and the evening.
Legolas turned from the sight of the two beauty's talking rapidly and went reluctantly back into his room.