Dusk Maiden
A/n: some of these characters were created by JRR Tolkien and some were created by my friends and I. There has been a name change due to confusion. I apoligize for anything thing related to this, please don't hurt me.

There are some of us who have the same pen name as these characters not because they are to represent us, but because we like the name. I have changed a name in this story from what it previously was due to the person's consent. I apoligize for any confusion or anger.

Lomewen got up to her feet and brushed her britches off. She watched as her older sisters giggled and walked away. It was tough being the youngest and the only warrior in the family. Why was she so different? Her older sisters and her brother had beautiful black hair and blue eyes while she was a strawberry blonde with mud brown eyes. She just might as well forget ever trying to fit in with the twins, Tinuviel and Morwen. She climbed onto her horse that she had tied up nearby and rode off thinking, They will need me. Something will happen that they can't fix with magic and I will have to come in and help them.

The woods near Rivendell were peaceful without the ring in existence. Her father had told her the story of his part in the fellowship many times. She seemed to be the only one interested considering it was mainly fighting and there wasn't much magic to please her older sisters. Lomewen stopped daydreaming and snapped back into reality when she noticed that her horse had stopped. She looked up to find her adult friend Shara standing next to a very muddy Legolas. She giggled but quickly shut up when she saw the elven lord glare at her. "What happened to you?" Lomewen asked. Shara was thrown into a laughing fit. For an adult, she had a very childish side to her.

"Shara questioned my ability to become dirty and I told her that I can very well be messy. I guess she DIDN'T believe me because she then pushed me into a mud puddle," Legolas noted with an irritated tone. Shara was gone, she had the tendency to disappear like that, but it was always for a reason. She crossed the road farther ahead then was soon standing next to Legolas with a pair of her clothes in her hands. Legolas and Lomewen both rolled their eyes because they knew that Legolas had no choice but to wear Shara's clothes. He grabbed the britches but left her with the blouse as he trudged off the road to change. Shara was laughing the whole time he was gone but quickly shut up when he entered the clearing with her britches on and bits of dried mud on his bare chest.

"Well, we must be off. Legolas and I have some things to do before tonight's council," Shara said dragging Legolas back towards Rivendell, Lomewen looked over her shoulder and saw the pouty face on Legolas. She started to feel sorry for the old chap. Having to put up with Shara's pranks was too much for anyone to handle; not to mention that they were on the council together, and Shara was completely and utterly in love with Legolas. Lomewen shook the thought from her head and continued her ride through the forest.

The road soon became to skinny for her horse, so Lomewen hopped off and looped the reins over a tree branch. and continued on foot. The forest was getting unusually dark from just after luncheon. But she kept pressing on. Lomewen had no motive but then to just get away from ordinary life. The forest was almost black now. Lomewen could barely see her hand when it was arm distance from her face. Suddenly the forest flared up as if it was on fire. Lomewen's eyes grew wide with fear and she turned and ran to her horse. She was out of breath by the time she reached the tree to which he was tied. The council would be in session right now and she must go to them.

Lomewen galloped into Rivendell and hopped off her horse and sprinted to the meeting circle. Aragorn saw her running from a distance off. He held her in his arms as she whispered into his ear and then she blacked out. Aragorn walked back to the circle with a paranoid look on his face. People questioned what happened. Legolas stood up, and, concerned, put his arm around Aragorn's shoulder. "What did she say? What's wrong, Aragorn?" Aragorn looked up. A tear was rolling down his cheek.

"My daughter, Lomewen, just saw a fiery eye."