Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings or Legolas, or Arwen, or any other character here. No matter how much I wish I did own them, I don't. A/N: There is a surprise in this chapter. I hope it goes over well, but I'm not sure if it will. Tell me what think, but don't be too harsh. Please Read and Review.

Chapter 3

Warg Riders

Two days later, Idril, Legolas, and three other elves sent off toward Rivendel. The journey began peacefully. The elves were making good timing. They would travel during the day and at night they would stop for a short break to rest the horses. They were only five more days' journey to Rivendel when suddenly Legolas spotted a Warg scout.
Legolas had rode ahead of the group to scout out the area. He quickly notched an arrow to his bow and shot at the Warg, but the another Warg rider jumped at him. Legolas tumbled off his horse and rolled to the ground. He quickly pulled out his daggers as the Warg jumped at him. Legolas slashed at the Warg, but its tough hide was hard to penetrate.
Legolas jumped to his feet. He spotted his bow a short distance away, but he knew he could never get it in time.
Suddenly an arrow whizzed past Legolas hitting the Warg in the face. Legolas turned around to see Idril smiling at him. She quickly notched another arrow and killed the orc that had fallen off the dying Warg.
Idril jumped off her horse and ran to Legolas. Legolas held her in his arms and smiled at her.
For a moment the other elves watched silently. Then Taurnil rode to them. "We must get moving. There will be more, but we'll be ready for them."
Legolas and Idril nodded and mounted their horses.
They had only traveled a short distance when they saw more Wargs running toward them.
"We'll have to fight through them." Legolas shouted.
The others nodded. They each grabbed their bows and notched an arrow. When the Wargs were in range, they fired. Five Wargs fell to the ground. Seven more quickly charged at the elves.
Idril turned her horse as one charged at her. She notched an arrow to her bow and fired it. The arrow barely penetrated the Warg's hide. She notched another and watched as the Warg fell to the ground.
The battle was quickly over. The Wargs were no match for five trained elves.
The elves continued on their journey and in no time at all, they saw Rivendel ahead.
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As the group made their way into Rivendel, they were greeted by a group of elves. Elrond stepped out from among them. He greeted Legolas, Aerandir, Finrod, and Taurnil warmly. Then he turned to Idril.
"Lady Idril?" He questioned. "You have returned."
Idril smiled and nodded. "I have returned to live among the elves once again."
Elrond embraced her. "It is good to see you again. Come, Arwen must know that you are here."
Idril followed him. He led into her into one of the beautiful gardens that beautified Rivendel. Arwen was in the garden talking with a few other elves and a man. She turned as Idril and Elrond approached. Arwen smiled as she looked at Idril.
"Arwen," Idril said.
Arwen smiled and embraced her friend. "Idril, it's been so long."
For a moment, they both seemed to forget everyone else around them. They both wanted to talk, to catch up on things. Finally Arwen laughed. "I must introduce you to my friend." She turned around. "You probably remember Nessa, Ninde, and Itarilde." She said as she pointed to the three elf ladies. Idril nodded. "But you don't know Elessar. He has lived among us for quite some time now." Idril looked at the man. He had black hair and a warm face. He bowed slightly to her as Arwen finished the introductions. "Elessar, this is Idril." "I am honored to meet you Lady Idril." Elessar said in Elvish. Idril looked at him curiously. Although, Elves knew the language of man, not many humans knew the language of the elves. "It is good to meet you too." Idril finally replied. "If you would please excuse us," Arwen began. "Idril and I have a lot to catch up on. Elessar bowed slightly. "Of course." As soon as they were a short distance from the group, Idril dared to ask the question that bothered her. "How is it that Elessar has come to live with the elves and evens knows the language?" Arwen smiled and began telling a quick version of Elessar's story. Idril nodded when she finished. "So what was, or I guess, still is his human name?" "His human name is Aragorn." Arwen replied. Idril stopped walking. "Aragorn? Aragorn son Arathorn, heir of Isilidir?" Idril asked not believing what she was hearing. Arwen only nodded. "That would make him the heir to the throne of Gondor." Idril replied still not believing. Arwen nodded again. "But that is not the path he has chosen, right now. He has not chosen the path of a king, he's never wanted it." Idril wanted to say more, but she didn't.
That night there was a celebration feast. Idril talked with many of her old friends and became acquainted with many others. After the feast, the elves sang late into the night. It was a joyous time for all.