Chapter 5
The Prince of Mirkwood elegantly descended from his dapple-gray horse as he arrived at the fields of Rohan for the council meeting. True, he was a day early, but that would only give him time to meditate on the troubles soon to arrive. The sun was to set shortly and it seemed as if the area was designated simply for that purpose. From the hill where Legolas stood, the picture of the sun set was perfectly painted for him. The sky filled with fire as the great life orb plunged in the depths of the earth and darkness fell onto the mound. A cool breeze flowed up to the hills and blew back the princes long blond elvish hair revealing his pointed ears and masculine defined cheekbones. He had an elegant stance, smooth composure and piercing dark eyes. Those same eyes saw what no human can see as his ears heard sounds from miles away. From afar, he heard the pounding of hooves and saw the shadow of a caped rider on horseback, like a raven in the night.
"Only a woman seeking shelter" his expert eye told him. He too decided that it would be wise to retreat from the sandy wind and found shelter behind a large boulder where he quickly set a fire. He sat by the hearth and looked into the flame where he began contemplating his future and wondering what this council had in store for him. He elegantly undressed himself of his quiver and began examining the arrows residing in them, testing their straightness and repairing those who were imperfect. It was to be a long, quiet night, but Legolas; Prince of Mirkwood could feel the tension in the air of things to come.