Sitting gracefully in front of a wooden vanity, she brushed and braided her hair before changing dresses and putting on a golden head piece that her mother had given her.
A knock arose from the door.
Upon opening the door, she saw Glorfindel standing regally. "I was told you were in need of an escort for the evening." He bowed to her and his long blond hair fell over his shoulder. "I would honored to have the privilege of accompanying, that is of course, if you would allow me."
"But how could I deny one so gallant as yourself. You see, I too have heard much about you, Glorfindel."
He looked down, "So your cousins told you who it was that helped you bring them to justice."
"Yes, and it would be my honor to have you as my escort."
In a charming manner, he lent his hand, and she lightly placed her hand on top, as is custom.
They glided through the halls until they reached the entrance to the dining hall. They stopped and waited to be announced.
"Lord Glorfindel and Lady Manwathiel of Lothlorien." They drifted elegantly into the room, bowed/curtsied to one another and went their separate ways to different areas of the table.
The elleth strode over to the head of the table and sat by Arwen who was smiling like she knew something no-one else did.
"what are you aware of that I am not?" she spoke in hushed tones to her cousin
"it isn't what I know, it's what I noticed. . . You seem to be good friends with Glorfindel? She commented jokingly
"Arwen! By Valar! stop jumping to conclusions, and don't deny it, I can read your face too well!" She snapped and spoke to anyone, but Arwen, as though nothing had happened.
Near the end of the meal Elrond stood to make an announcement before the small select group of people dinning with him, the room fell silent instantly.
"There is an urgent message I have just received concerning the ring of power," only close family and friends were in the room and so Elrond did not worry about causing bedlam throughout the whole city. "The ring's bearer is somewhere between here and Weathertop, nazgul sighting have been popping up in the Weathertop area. We have reason to believe that he is in great danger. Someone must ride out to them."
Many people looked around at one another as the room filled with silence. It seemed that no-one would answer their call for aid.
Glorfindel stood up, "I will go." Elrond began to speak but he cut him off, "I am a faster rider than any of your men and skilled with the sword. Have faith in me, if you will allow me, I will leave in the morning and return before the 21st . "
"Go now and prepare for your journey." Elrond reluctantly gave in, hoping that he wouldn't regret it.
