Authors note: This is technically my second fanfiction but I have deleted my first one. So please review and tell me what you think, please be gentle :)

The crisp night air blew through my brown hair as I crept out of the house. I knew I was using my Elven abilities because it was a flawless escape; not a noise was made. I went out to my foster parent's stable to retrieve my mare, Fain. As I entered, the three horses sleeping there rose their heads to see the late night disturbance. I crept down the aisle, petting them to silence their whinnying.

I had just saddled Fain when a figure appeared at the stable door.

"I understand why you are leaving so I will not hinder you. All I ask is why must you do this without a proper farewell? A measly piece of parchment does not make up for late night departures." The voice came from a beautiful, average height girl standing at the entrance. Her red hair fell in waves down her back.

"Thank you for your understanding Gwen. I am sorry for not telling you, but I must move swiftly if I hope to reach Rivendell before the hobbits and their companion." I pleaded, desperation filling my voice.

"Of course. I will miss you, and I wish I could help, but I have no fighting skills, unlike you, my Elven sister." She said, teasing me lightly. It wasn't unlike the tone she used when we were younger, for I had grown up in a family composed of men, but wasn't a man myself. I was elf, and that always made me different from everyone, because of my looks and my special abilities.

"Thank you sister. I will miss you as well. Please tell mother and father the same." I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek then mounted my steed.

"May the grace of Valar be with you." she called to me as I rode out of the stable.

I knew I had to get to Rivendell as fast as possible, but the problem was I acted before discovering the exact location of Rivendell. I was running blindly, except I did know that Rivendell was north of my location.

I was at the market two day previous and, while browsing, I overheard that a hobbit bearing the One Ring was heading to Rivendell. I knew help would be needed, and I was willing to give it.

I jolted my head out of the memory. My cloak billowed out behind me as I swiftly bolted through the night.

By the rising of the sun, I had come to a stream. Stopping lightly, I dismounted and allowed my horse to rest. She began drinking the cool, crisp water and eating the lush, green grass that grew around. I sat down and looked through the supplies I had packed in my leather pack. There was little food packed, due to my haste, so I would have to preserve it. The only clothes I had were the one I was wearing, which were brown riding pants and a sturdy, long sleeved shirt that my mother had made. Along with that were my leather gauntlets and my cloak. My only weapons were a bow I had made and a sword. The bow wasn't the best, but it was all I had. I was also a self-taught bowman.

I hadn't realized how unprepared I was for this journey. I simply prayed, hoping that I would make it to Rivendell before the hobbit. Just then, my thoughts were interrupted by a set of hooves clattering off in the distance.

I was always good at hearing things. I mean, I was an elf, and because of that, my ears were stronger than everyone elses. When I was younger, I always won the games I played with the mortal children.

I grabbed the reigns of Fain and led her back behind a grove of trees, praying she wouldn't whiny or even move. Silently, I climbed a tree, positioned my bow in my hand, notched an arrow, and waited. I ran my fingers across the smooth fletching. Before long, a lone gray horse and an Elven rider came to the stream I was positioned above. He dismounted and, once he was on the ground, I got a good look at him.

He was quite handsome, with his blond hair pulled back into a half pony tail, with a braid going over his ears. While I observed the newcomer, I lost my footing on the mossy tree branch. Before I knew it, I was falling. With a thud, I landed flat on my back, directly at his feet.

I had never felt so helpless or embarrassed. He just stood there, looking down at me. I shivered, feeling like he was staring deep into my very soul.

"What business does an elven maiden have as she's sitting up a tree with an arrow notched at me?" he asked inquisitively. I was not frightened, simply curious, so I didn't lie.

"I am searching for Rivendell, and heard your horse coming. I was unsure of your status of friend or foe, but at this particular moment I'm hoping friend." I answered. He laughed. It wasn't a hard laugh. On the contrary, his laugh was soft and almost musical

"I believe I am a friend. I'm heading to Rivendell as well. May I have the honor of escorting a pretty maiden on her journey?" His voice was enchanting.

I don't know why, but I blushed at his words. Trying to change the subject, I asked. "Do I get to know the name of my companion?"

"Legolas of Mirkwood. And yours, m'lady?"
"My name is Fandes." I called over my shoulder as I went to retrieve my horse. I mounted her with ease and rode off alongside Legolas.

Authors note: so theres the first chapter please review and tell me what you think no flames please. :)