Prologue
Elrond creased his brow with worry. Where was she? His little storm? He walked down a flight of stone steps onto a sunlit balcony. He needed her right now. Thranduil's company would be arriving soon, accompanied by his son Legolas, Lady Galadriel, and Lord Celeborn, her chosen. She needed to be with him when they came, so she could greet them.
He sighed, looking over the edge to see the cascading waterfalls below. She wasn't there. She also wasn't in the sky above him. Where was she?
Elladan and Elohir walked towards him, coming across the veranda.
Elohir spoke first.
"She's not to be found, Father. Arwen is looking too."
Elladan added in, "we should go towards the North Entrance. Maybe she'll be around in time for dinner."
Lord Elrond nodded, though he was still concerned.
His little storm, his wonder, his glory, his Arina.
He needed the guests to see how amazing she was.
How perfect.
He needed to know where she was.