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Chapter 1 (revised) -Sweet Freedom
Elrohir stepped out from the dark shadows into the warm sunshine of the early afternoon. He had been stuck in meetings all morning with Elrond, Elladan, Glorfindel, Erestor, and a trade delegation from a neighboring human settlement. The very air in the room had been heavy with the odor of unwashed bodies, despite the fragrance of the many lit candles that had been strategically placed around the conference room before their guests had arrived. The negotiations had progressed slowly and had promised to continue nigh until the evening meal. Having finally escaped, Elrohir desired nothing more than a long, swift ride through the forest that he loved so much. He quickened his pace, knowing that he must hurry if he wished to reach the stables before someone came looking for him.
His proud mount Seren affectionately greeted him as he entered her stall. She was named for the white star upon her forehead, but the rest of her was as black as a moonless night. Nuzzling the pocket of his tunic, she looked for a treat. As he led her outside, Elrohir regretted that he had not had the time to get an apple for her from the cellar. Quickly leaping onto her back, he saluted the guards and rode out of the gate just as Glorfindel came down the steps of the Last Homely House. Glorfindel gave him the same fierce look that he had given the balrog long ago, but Elrohir merely chuckled as he sped away. He couldn't help but congratulate himself on a successful escape.
Elrohir loved the feel of the wind combing her fingers through his long hair as he traveled rapidly past the ancient trees. Looking around, he took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Freedom was indeed most welcome. This is where he truly belonged. He knew that he would pay for it later, most likely with a lecture given by Erestor on responsibility and leadership throughout the ages.
Having been the tutor for the twins when they were younger, Erestor considered it his personal task in life to mold their slightly rebellious natures into those befitting proper Lords of Imladris. This was usually attempted by using some historical lesson from the past to illustrate Erestor's point at that particular moment. Sighing, Elrohir knew that this time would be no different and Erestor would be well prepared when he returned home.
After a few refreshing hours, Elrohir whispered to Seren, and she slowed down. He loved this time of year. The leaves were changing colors, the warm sun caressed his face, and the sky was clear blue with a few white clouds slowly drifting by. He stopped by a small stream to let Seren drink. The water sparkled as if someone had thrown a hand full of diamonds carelessly into its depths. Elrohir idly watched a red maple leaf floating lazily downstream. A small smile appeared upon his face as he gazed upon a grey squirrel on the opposite bank, greedily gathering acorns for the approaching winter. Elrohir never ceased to marvel at how all life came full circle.
The elf knelt down by the water's edge to drink, when suddenly all grew quiet...much too quiet. Elrohir felt a prickly sensation on the back of his neck. There was an urgent feeling in the air coming from the forest. The trees whispered a warning to him that he was in great danger. He firmly gripped his sword, quickly rose, and turned in one fluid, graceful moment, but he was too late.
He heard a taut bowstring being released, felt an incredible burning pressure in his chest, and then heard and knew no more.