The Fellowship was formed, Gandalf fell into darkness, and now the Fellowship heals its self in Loriae.

Legolas sat speaking with Gimil, for once not fighting, the Hobbits speaking among them selves, with Barmier watching over them. Aragon was by himself, leaning against a tree watching, silently, as a dark figure with along black cloak slowly approached. Aragon glanced towered Legolas who was now smiling at the dark figure. Legolas stood and said, "It has been long since last I saw you. Please come sit and tell me of your travels". Aragon put his hand on the hilt of his sword, as the dark figure walked faster towered them seeming to be very excited that it had been invited. "But first" Legolas said still smiling "remove that hood so I may see the face of my dearest friend". The figure stood face to face with Legolas. Hands reached up pull the hood down. Every one had stopped talking at that exact moment. The most beautiful she elf, next to Arwen in Aragon's opinion, was underneath the black hood.