I close my Elvin eyes, resting my head against the tree I am perched in and letting the moon illuminate my delicate pale skin. My straight, almost white blonde hair falls over my shoulders as a breath out the cold, night air. I spend many hours alone in the forests of Mirkwood, getting away from the palace was a treat I didn't get often, being in the royal family of Sindarian Elves. My uncle is the great Thranduil, and he's raised me as his own since I was a little elfling. He tells me my father was a great warrior, but not every warrior comes through battle…and my mother? Overwhelmed with grief, disposing of her own life. I don't think of them often, as I barely knew them before they died. I grew up with my cousin, Legolas, the two of us being close friends over the years. Now that I am older, I hold more responsibility in the palace, responsibility I do not wish to have. So as I've said, I enjoy the time I get alone. I usually come out to Mirkwood like this, and climbing high into a tree keeps me from the dangers below, and I get a lovely view of the moon, when it decides to cast its glow upon the world.

I hear a snap, a crack, and a rustle below, I tilt my head downwards to see a figure striding alone. A man, a human male. From what I could see, he was tall, with shoulder length hair. His armor was dark, and upon his back a dark blue cloak. "Suilad!" I call down, breaking the evening silence.

The man turns, drawing his sword and turning frantically around, looking for the location of the greeting. His eyes draw upward and he sheathes his sword as I smile down. "One shouldn't be so deliberate with a greeting, you might have a sword run through you one of these days, girl," He says says gruffly, a scowl falling over his face.

Laughing, I climb down the tree. "You say that as if that'll frighten me," I say, in my normal, gentle tone.

"Those aren't my intentions, but no matter I have no time for any sort of small talk. I bid you good evening, m'lady."

I tilt my head and touch his arm lightly as he turns, "What has you rushing off in a hurry?"

He turns, his face now lit up by the moon. His skin was light, as if he has just spent a year in a snow storm, but his eyes were dark, along with some facial scruff that lined his lower jaw. "I've lost someone…someone very dear to me."

"A father? A grandfather? A soldier, or a lover?"

"No. A sister. It's been eight years...she's 13, just blossoming into womanhood and on her own without her family."

I nod slowly. "You wouldn't mind some help, would you?"

The man took a deep breath, thinking hard enough I could almost see the cogs turning in his head. "I've been on my own for so long. I don't recall needing anyone's help before."

"You haven't found her yet, maybe some amount of help would be of use."

His eyes connect with mine, "Fine," He says solemnly, his facial expression unchanging.

I smile slightly, and follow behind him as he continues onwards. I turn my head in the direction of home, my mind turning slowly. "I will be missed…but what is being missed to an adventure?" "Would it be too much for me to ask your name?" I ask slowly.

"Draecon, and it would be impolite for me to inquire yours."

"Tyrnea," I reply, not bothering to announce my title as well. This mysterious foreigner probably didn't even know who my uncle was.

We walk in silence, and by dawn we reach the edge of the forest. He continues walking, but I turn for a minute, never had leaving the comfort of my own homeland. Pushing it to the back of my mind, I catch up with him, not wanting to dally behind and feel like a burden on this already troubled man's mind.