#1 - Fire

Staring into the flames of their small camp fire, Legolas allowed his thoughts to wander. His heart longed for the beauty of his beloved home, for to him it was indeed beautiful, even though parts were now so twisted and dark elves dared no longer stray onto their paths. He pictured his father, seated at the worn desk in his study, poring over reports and orders, the ever present crystal goblet close to hand and filled with the heady, rich, ruby wine he loved. What he would not give to be able to open the door and walk through it. To tell him how much he loved and missed him. To apologise for his absence when he knew he was needed most and to promise he would return, safe and whole, bringing the news of the dark lords defeat and the dawn of a new world with him.