(NOTE: These go mainly by the movies by Peter Jackson)

The fellowship's time in Lothlòrien.

Caution: Nudeness is in this chapter!

The great hall's long table was set with food and eatery. At the head of the table sat Galadriel and Celeborn. To the left sat Andowen and Legolas, who had awoken the fellowship. There were many elf lords and ladies, no doubt in relation to Andowen, who also sat at the table. Seven seats had been reserved for the rest of the fellowship. Soon, the seven in question came through the doors of the hall. "Ah, good morning to all." said Celeborn with a smile, "Come and sit, breakfast is ready." Aragorn bowed and the rest followed his example. They went and took their seats. When all were settled, Celeborn spoke. "We hope the food is to your accommodations." He said and waved his hand as a signal for them to eat. Pippin gladly dug into the food with a wide grin on his face. Everyone else ate at regular pace and watched Pippin with wide eyes. With his mouth stuffed, he saw them and quite simply said, "What?" Everyone broke out with laughter and smiles.

The next few weeks passed simply as if time had stopped, the fellowship made a life in Lothlòrien. Andowen repetitively asked Legolas if he had held council yet to decide if she was going. Every time his answer was no. Legolas was trying to stall. He knew that in time though he would have to ask, or she would ask him for as long as they lived, and that of course, was forever. He decided that he would hold council within the next few days. He and Andowen walked side by side, arms linked together. Her head was on his shoulder, both their sweet scents mingling together. It was turning into late night, the moon rising high in the sky. Andowen sighed and closed her eyes. She loved to be with Legolas, and couldn't stand to be away from him, one of the many reasons she wanted to join the fellowship. She let him guide her, knowing not where they were going. She drifted into a sort of daze.

Legolas tapped Andowen's shoulder and told her to open her eyes. When her vision returned to her, she saw that he had led them to a beautiful tree grove with a large pond in the middle which the leaves of the trees covered as a veil. The full moon glistened and danced on the water's surface. Andowen walked over to the water. She turned around and smiled at Legolas. Andowen let her dress slip from her shoulders, and down to her waist. She let it fall to the ground. Andowen slipped into the water, the cool temperature leaving Goosebumps on her skin. She turned around and waited for Legolas. He stepped in as well, and followed Andowen to the middle of the pond. She looked beautiful, the moonlight gleaming on her shinning pale skin, her golden hair alight. She dove under the water, coming up with dripping golden hair and water streaming down her body. He watched her swing around, basking in the water; He came close to her, their eyes locking. He held her close, their bodies pressed together. He leaned in on her, their lips touching. They kissed, quite plainly, for some time. After catching their breath, Legolas swung her around in the water, her beautiful laugh ringing through the quiet night.

Legolas walked nervously to the fellowship who were casually talking with each other, smiles on their faces. "I really do not want to ask this…" Legolas thought to himself. He was going to ask the question Andowen had been begging him to ask. He was going to ask the fellowship if Andowen could come with them. Legolas sat next to Aragorn and spoke when everyone was silent. He cleared his throat, looking from one to another. He spoke. "… I… I have a question that I'd like to ask." Everyone nodded for him to continue. "Andowen wants to come with us… she asks me if you all will allow her to come." Everyone looked to each other nodding. Aragorn spoke to Legolas in a hushed tone as the rest of the group talked again. "You have tried to talk her out of it, yes? For you and I both know that this is a dangerous task." Legolas nodded, "Yes, I have tried to say everything to her, but she still insists on coming with us. There is no doubt in my mind that she can protect herself from harm, but I would prefer her to stay here. But," he sighed, "She said she will just follow us if don't let her come." Aragorn sighed with a slight smile. "She surely does know how to corner someone with her words." He nodded. "She can come with us." Legolas gave a smile, or a grimace it might have been, and continued. "We must hold council with the Lord and Lady and ask them as well. Shall we go tomorrow?" Aragorn nodded, they both then casually stepped back into the conversation.

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Legolas was looking for Andowen, she definitely knew how to keep herself from sight at times, and he smiled at her cleverness. As he walked through a grove, he heared a slight rustling of leaves behind him. He knew that he had found Andowen. With a playful smile, he spoke. "Hmm… I wonder where that Andowen has gone off to... I still haven't found her." Legolas keeled over as Andowen jumped onto his back, he turned onto his back, finding a grinning Andowen laying over him. They both laughed. Legolas stood, helping her up. "Where have you been? I've been looking for you all over." He spoke to her in a more serious tone, his arm around her. "I cannot say." Andowen hated when he was secretive. "I have spoken with Aragorn and the fellowship…" A glitter of hope shone in her eyes as she listened intently. "And they have agreed that you should come with us." A large grin appeared on her face. "But," Legolas went on, "I must ask your parents first." "When?" retorted Andowen. "I cannot tell you. Aragorn will accompany me. Andowen nodded, trying to contain her excitement. Andowen was good at many things, this included hiding her emotions, but, Legolas could always see through her façade. But, Andowen could do the same with him. They walked along, going to meet the fellowship to talk.

Besides their exuberant smiles, Andowen could tell that they were still grief-stricken. Legolas and Andowen greeted the fellowship. They sat in a circle, sharing stories. Andowen sat between Merry and Pippin and greeted them with a smile. "Hello Lady Andowen." said Pippin, returning the greeting by looking up at her with a smile. "How have you two faired?" She said, putting her hands on their shoulders. They both looked up at her with a little sadness in their eyes; she could tell they still missed Mithrandir very much. She squeezed their shoulders as reassurance. They both nodded and smiled at her. The three at become fast friends, Andowen helping them as much as she could with anything. But most of all things, Andowen was a reassurance for them, she helped them feel better, she helped them feel protected. They rejoined the conversation that was going on around them. Aragorn was mapping out plans for them, where they were to go and when. The reason being the fellowship was leaving the next day. They had been in Lothlòrien for a total of one month, in the time of elves, which was about two and a half months for men. Their conversation was interrupted when an elf guard came to them. He spoke nervously, all eyes were on him. He was young, perhaps younger than twenty in the age of elves, which was about one hundred fifty. "Lady Andowen, the Lord Celeborn and the Lady Galadriel wish to speak to you." Andowen nodded to him and he went on his way. She stood, looking to the group, and spoke to them. "Forgive me, but it seems I have been summoned. I will come back soon." The group nodded and watched her leave.

Andowen walked to her ada's (father's) study. He swung open the large wood doors and saw her parents. She came to them and bowed. "Ada, Naneth, (father, mother) you wish to speak with me? What has happened?" "Nothing has happened, child." Celeborn said to her. "We merely wish to speak of the future." Andowen looked at them quizzically. "We have spoken to Lord Aragorn and Legolas, and we have decided you will go with the fellowship. It is your destiny." An excited smile filled Andowen's warm face; she had wondered where Legolas had been. "Your mother and I will be journeying to Valannor." She looked at them, her smile fading into sadness. They were leaving Middle-Earth. "The oldest of Lórien go with us." said Celeborn, looking from his wife to his daughter. "You, my daughter, will take rule in our place." Galadriel said, stroking her daughter's cheek." We will leave once you become the Lady of Lothlòrien. This, of course, is after your journey is over. We hope that you will also wed, that there will be a Lord of Lórien." Andowen blushed; she had always hoped to marry Legolas. "We leave all of Lórien in your keeping. For now, gather your things for your journey, for it will not be short. We shall bid you and the fellowship farewell in the morning." Galadriel and Celeborn took their turns kissing Andowen's forehead. She bowed to them, turned and left.

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Andowen sat on her soft bed, with a shocked expression. She was already packed for her journey. She couldn't believe that her parents were leaving so soon. But, she knew that they were right to leave, it was their time, and no one could change that. Andowen thought for about an hour. She then decided that it would be best for her to sleep, it was getting late. She lay down and closed her eyes, but no sleep would come to her. Her mind was pre-occupied with the events of the following day and what was to come. Finally, sleep over-took her, and she fell into a dreamless darkness.