Legolas led Celandiel back to where the other Elves had been. 'They are gone.'

'Where would they have left to?'

'I do not know,' Legolas replied, looking about. 'There! They are going towards Lothlorien.'

'How would you know?' Celandiel wondered. 'It is at least a three days' journey from here!'

'That is the closest Elf city to Mirkwood,' Legolas replied. 'I'm quite certain that the Elves would not leave to a Men's city, what with war raging now, would they?'

'That is true,' the she-Elf replied. 'After all, Andraste was sent from her father to bring Lorien archers.'

'We shall need to start our journey then,' the Prince said.

'But we need provisions!' Celandiel cried.

'My hunting skills are still sharp, and I know all the safe rivers and streams between Mirkwood and Lothlorien, and more,' Legolas replied reassuringly. 'Come, we must start.'

As their journey begun, dusk fell, the air chilled, and Celandiel pulled her cloak closer to her body. It was not comfortable to her spending the next days with a prince. She was not going to enjoy it.

~*~

The next day, Legolas awaked Celandiel.

'We must pursue on, or we will not reach the wood's boundaries on time, he called, beginning to leave camp already.

'Wait!' Celandiel shouted, half-smiling.

'Hurry up! We haven't all day!' she hear Legolas call back. There was laughter upon his face. Celandiel smiled again, following him, but not before she caught a glimpse of a strange shadow.

~*~

Though the Elves of Mirkwood had left earlier, they were not far from where Legolas and Celandiel were traveling.

'I do hope that Celandiel and Legolas find the strip of cloth I tore off so that they would know where we are heading to,' Andraste thought aloud.

'An Elf with such disrespect to her mother oughtn't to find it,' Calatalai pouted. 'Such an attitude as hers is disgraceful.'

'There is no disgrace within her.' Andraste stood from the rock she had sat on, and began pacing. 'An Elvish bow whom her brother cherishes dearly must mean much to her. Obviously it was forged by an extremely talented Elfsmith.'

'Yes, but that attitude is awful! Her mother could be worried sick!' Calatalai fought.

'With her archery talent and my uncle's wilderness skills, everything will be fine.' Andraste frowned. 'Have some rest, Calatalai. We reach Lorien tomorrow.'