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Firith made her way to her familiar tree. She stopped once or twice to glance around for any more unexpected visitors. Upon arriving at the pedestal of the golden tree, she noticed a note lying on the bottom of the stairway. She began to read the message:

Dearest Firithfalas, I most enjoyed our evening together, perhaps on another night you will not have any others waiting for your presence. If it is pleasing to you, let us meet tomorrow, after the morning meal, at the east edge of Lorien. I spotted a lovely place for a talk while the company of Mirkwood were escorted through these Golden Woods. I hope we shall be able to speak again soon.

Yours Ever Faithfully,

Donturion

Firith could not believe her keen elven eyes. Donturion? The most handsome guard was fancying her? 'Well Firith, the luck has turned to you. What will you do? Will you take the note's offer?' Many questions began to swirl in her head. She felt dizzy and thought it best to retire to her chamber. As she climbed the winding staircase, Firith could hear the faint trickling of the nearby stream. How enchanting it seemed that of all the fair maidens of Middle Earth, that Firith would be the one chosen by the Lady of Light to take her daughters place.

The elf turned the golden handles, and gently pushed the door open. There, on the floor, were two elves linked together in embrace. Firith sighed and stomped her foot in protest. The archer opened his eyes to meet Firith's.

"Where is her chambers, for I will take her to them. She is tired from the night and will not be able to walk tonight," the handsome Mirkwood archer beseeched.

"Nilwen's chambers are in the tree to the right, the only darkwood tree in Lorien."

"Thank you milady, your name is, Firithfalas. Correct?"

"Tis so, but you may address me as Firith."

"Well then, Firith, I am sure if Nilwen was vigilant, she would introduce me to you. I am Alkcorion. I was sent as a messanger by King Thranduil to Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel to announce our status. Before I could enter the Golden Woods, I was attacked and ambushed by an overwhelming number of orcs. I made my way to where Nilwen found me, for I could not go any further. I am in her debt."

"Well, you seem to have your fill of adventures. Perhaps you may join your company tomorrow, for now, I believe that Nilwen should be escorted to her bed. Fare thee well Alkcorion."

"Thank you milady. May the Valar protect you."

Firith nodded and shut the door after the elves. She unfastened her dress, and slipped a periwinkle nightgown over her head. She let loose her hair, and unstitched her sandels. With that done, she walked gently to her bed and fell upon it in a deep slumber before her head touched the pillow. There would be plenty to accomplish tomorrow. The thoughts in her head swiftly disappeared as she drifted into her world of dreams.

((Author's note: Well, I hope to have the next chapter ready to go quite soon. Please have patience. I shall write as fast and accurately as possible. Fare thee well. And keep reviewing!))