Elrond saw Willow putting some flowers in a vase and he smiled. He hoped she would like the idea Mithrandir had thought up.
"Willow?"
She turned around. "Yes Sir?"
"Mithrandir and I have thought up a plan. How would you like to visit Mirkwood?"
Willow looked confused.
"Why would I want to visit Mirkwood? It doesn't sound very nice, the name I mean."
Elrond sighed.
"You feel trapped here, corrected?"
Willow nodded.
"I. We thought it would be a nice idea for you to get away from Rivendell for a while. You would stay in the palace at Mirkwood for a time."
"When do I leave?"
"In a few minutes."
Willow ran upstairs and started to pack her stuff. "I can't believe I am going to Mirkwood! Yes!"
"That excited?"
Willow blushed as Glorfindel smiled at her. "It is common politeness to knock on the door of a lady, and since you asked yes."
Glorfindel laughed.
"A lady? You?"
Willow put her hands on her hips. "Anything is possible."
Glorfindel raised his eyebrows and Willow picked up her bag and ran down the stairs to the entrance hall. Willow put her cloak on and turned to Lord Elrond.
"Goodbye Sir."
Elrond nodded unable to say anything. Willow turned to Gandalf.
He smiled. "You'll be back before you know it, hopefully in a better frame of mind?"
Willow laughed, "maybe. Goodbye Mithrandir."
She went out into the stables and mounted her horse Snowdrop and rode out of the gates of Rivendell. Elrond turned away and walked back into the house.
"I hope I have done the right thing by sending her to Mirkwood. What if she gets injured on the way?"
Gandalf put his hand on the Elf-Lord's shoulder.
"This is Willow we are talking about. The same elf that has regularly beaten your sons in sword fighting and archery. She has trained with them, Elrond. She knows how to defend herself out in the wild."
Elrond sighed. "I hope you are right Mithrandir. I hope you are right."
A way away from Rivendell, Willow looked back and smiled. I will return Lord Elrond; in time I will return to my home. Rivendell will always be in my heart.