The rain pelted on Vanathuleiel's hooded head as she gracefully
rode her white stallion to Imladris(Rivendell). It wasn't as if she
hated rain in fact her feelings toward it were quite the opposite.
Of course rain was not traveling whether and it grieved her that she
had to ride in it. She took in the scent of the crisp spring air and
the new blooming flowers that were sprinkled with crystal like
drops. It smelt all to grand to her and she could feel the
refreshment in their scent. Later that week perhaps she and
Luintalathwen would take a most desired walk among Rivendell's many
beauties.
She had not seen her friend in such a long while it seemed that
she had lived an age of man since, but today she would ride into
Rivendell and see her once again. Of course that was the purpose for
her journey from her homeland Lothlorien, a very haven for the elven
kin. It was a well looked forward to journey indeed, and she would
be glad to get out of the rain and sit among friends. And so she
rode onward not caring anymore of her surroundings but focusing on
what her visit might hold.
And then at last she reached the gates of the Elven city and
rode silently in the land to the home of Luintalathwen.
~V~