Amara opened her eyes after another night's dream; she has been having the same dream of her first arrival to Lorien for the past few nights now. "Well it has been nearly two centuries since I have had my first and only entry into Lorien." She thought. "Perhaps I should return…and hopefully be allowed to stay there for good." She thought as she looked around at the vast landscape before her. Since her people's death by the hands of orcs almost a century ago she has been roaming the vast lands of Middle Earth meeting many people and seeing many things that she thought she would never see. With her mind made up she gathered up her travel bag along with her bow and quivers. She grabbed at the knives that she had laying out at the ready for use if she needed them right away during the night, and put them into their sleeves and strapped them to many places upon her tunic. With her senses she tried to feel out the strength that she remembers feeling when she was at the city. After a few minutes of searching she finally felt the small pull of the city's energy. She had her direction; she was now on her way. Back to her father's birthplace.

She sprinted each day, only taking mild breaks to regain her strength, knowing that each mile she kept getting closer to her destination. It was when nightfall finally descended upon her on the third day when she could finally see the border of Lorien way off in the distance, as she could no longer run she decided now was a good time to take a break and rest for the night. After eating what little she had left she climbed up into the tallest tree she could see nearby and decided that it was the best place to rest before completing the rest of her journey. She stared up at the stars through the little spaces at the top of the tress until sleep finally overcame her.

She awoke to a sound, what she didn't quite know. She looked about and saw that it was still very dark out. As she scoped the landscape a smell most foul caught her senses. She looked behind and saw a fair sized group of orcs searching around the area she just was no more than a few hours ago.

"They must smell my scent." Amara thought readying her weapons. She watched as the orcs drew nearer towards the bunch of trees she was in. Raising her arrow she observed the group trying to determine which one held the more authority of them all to try and take down their leader. She listened as they talked in their foul and evil language. How she wished she knew how to understand their language, for it would make her task much easier. Finally she decided upon the stronger looking one that stood at the lead of them all, it after all seemed like it was giving the orders.

"Well it is worth a try" She thought and let her arrow fly. She watched as the arrow flew true and hit its mark perfectly, dropping the orc right where it stood. Seeing the one fall the others all took on their guard and charged right where the arrow came from, right towards her. She kept firing her arrows until she had no more left. Realizing this she scanned the area to see how many more she had left to deal with. "At least ten," she thought, "well I should be able to handle myself with just my sword and daggers then." With that she jumped down from her perch high up in the tree slicing and stabbing away at the orcs that were closest to the tree. Their blood gushed out splattering her from each direction. She ran right up the line from one orc to the next stabbing one then beheading the next keeping her moves swift and fast. From the corner of her eye she saw one make off to the thick brush and trees to her left. Cursing that it might get away she cut down the last remaining orc standing in her way. She looked around trying to pick up where the orc might be hiding. The scent of orc was truly strong which in turn made her concentration very hard to try and pick up where the one may be. When suddenly she heard a twig snap farther down her right and saw the orc run full speed towards her his spear at the ready to strike her. She quickly reached down and grabbed the dagger that she had strapped to her calf and in one quick movement she tossed it with all her might right at the creature. She watched as the dagger stabbed it right in the head, and with a horrible screech she watched as they creature stumbled. Seeing her chance she ran towards the orc and with one swipe beheaded the orc and watched as its headless body feel to the ground.

After quickly examining her surroundings to make sure that she did not leave one undead she went around and quickly gathered up her arrows and dagger. Not wanting to stay near the stench any longer she climbed back up her tree and gathered her travel bag and then continued on the rest of her way to Lorien. The farther and farther she got the smell of the orc never left her, she observed her clothes and took in its scent only to recoil back at its horrible smell.

"UGH! I smell awful!" She exclaimed wishing she had a spare change of clothes so she could discard and burn these. "Well hopefully as soon as I get into the city I will be allowed a bath. I don't know how much longer I can stand this smell" She thought as she quickened up her pace towards the border of Lorien. It was just starting to break dawn when she finally reached the outer border of the trees, stopping she looked at the dense amount of trees before her she could sense the presence of elves close by. Taking a deep breath she walked in, and as she took her third step she heard a voice talk to her.

"What brings you here to our borders young elleth?" Said a male's voice.

Looking in the direction in which it came she spoke, "I am here to speak with the Lord and Lady." She said as the elf come out from behind the thick brush and trees.

"You, you wish to speak with the Lord and Lady?" He stated repeating her question as he approached her.

"That is what I said is it not?" She replied watching him closely.

"What is your name?" He asked looking at her.

"Amara." She stated.

"Well Amara, I would not let you even enter the city smelling the way you do." He stated clearly eying up the way she looked and scrunching his nose at the smell of her.

"I only become like this as of a few..."

"We know what happened with you." He interrupted. "We saw the whole scene play out before us. You are very luck you know." He stated staring at her.

For the first time since they began speaking to each other she looked right at him straight into his eyes. There was something about them that looked so familiar. That light shade of gray they showed strength yet they were also gentle, she has looked into these eyes before. But where?

"What city are you from?" He asked looking at her.

Still trying to remember how she knows him she answered, "My city is no more. All my people have perished from a large group of orcs that terrorized our city late in the night."

"So how is it that you are still alive?" He asked.

"I am alive only by luck." She stated clearly. "As I was fighting for my life and the lives of all the defenseless ones around me I was thrown from the edge of a cliff and fell into the water depths below. I am lucky to still be alive."

"But how do you know that all your people are dead?" He asked crossing his arms in a disproving way.

She knew he didn't trust her story but if he wanted the full story she guessed she might as well tell him all. Maybe then he will believe what she has to say and then she will be allowed to enter the city. "I went back, and did not find a single living thing neither elf nor orc."

"What if some got away," he asked "what if they ran off did you not try to find them?"

"Why would I not?" She replied taken aback by his question. "I walked all around trying to find a faint trace of a fleeing survivor, but the only things I could sense leaving where orcs. There was none left alive, nor was there a reason for me to stay." She finished hoping he would be understanding.

He was about to speak when another elf jumped down from the tree next to her and ran over to his side and spoke with him in a hushed tone. "Haldir why not just let her go, you can send one of us to escort her and see if the Lord or Lady will even allow her a chance to speak with them. "

She could not hear any more for she remembered the elf called him Haldir. That was the name of the elf that she meet on her first and only arrival into Lorien. The one who's father was good friends with her father. "Could this be the same?" She thought.

Both elves looked at her only for a moment before continuing their contemplation. She got a quick glance at the elf Haldir and she knew it is the same one. She looked towards the other elf next to him. She caught the way he spoke to Haldir it had to be one of his troublesome brothers.

"Haldir..?" She asked starring at him quizzically.

Both elves stopped their discussion and stared at her.

"You are Haldir! And you, you are Rumil I would assume, are you not?" She said looking at both of the elves.

"How is it that you know who we are?" Haldir asked leaving his brothers side to approach the elleth.

"Centuries ago I came to Lorien with my father Lyael. We stayed in the city for only a week in the home of Baeldeth, your father." She said staring at him as he stopped only an inch away from her, staring down at her.

"I remember your face now." The elf named Rumil stated as he approached them. "You are the young elleth that outshined Haldir here in an archery contest, where you not?"

"Yes, that would be me." She asked a smile flashing across her face that someone remembers her.

"Well I would say that that changes things now, doesn't it?" Rumil asked looking at his brother.

Amara looked at Haldir watching his emotions play until his eyes finally showed defeat.

"Very well, you may enter the city, and I will try and get you an audience with the Lord and Lady." He said watching her as a smile spread across her face. "However, I will be your escort to the city. There will be no other." He stated. "That is my only term."

With the smile still etched upon her face she looked up at him and said, "I'm sure I can handle that."