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Coming back from a walk around Imladris, Arwen Evenstar passed her father's study and heard something odd. She crept to the door and peered inside.
Elrond Half-Elven was pacing inside, his brows knit together in worry. He muttered faintly to himself. Arwen strained to hear, "... should have been here by... what could have happened..."
This was bad. Elrond's face usually never showed any serious emotion and he was known for the gift of foresight. How come he couldn't See what he was worrying about?
Arwen decided to help her father. She strode into the room. "Father, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Bring me Glorfindel," was all he said.
She trotted back into the hall and headed to where she thought Glorfindel was. ::Glorfindel. One of the praised warriors of the realm:: Arwen thought disgustedly. He was nice enough, but he bragged too much.
She found him talking to some other elves in the courtyard where leaves were changing color and falling. "Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you," Arwen told him politely.
Glorfindel excused himself from his onlookers and followed Arwen as she walked back to the study. "You remember Asfaloth?" He declared.
"Your prized steed? Of course," Arwen retorted.
"I found him some tack that makes him seem even more radiant on the battlefield!" he said proudly. Arwen turned her head away and rolled her eyes.
They walked into the study and bowed to Elrond. The lord of Imladris got to the point. "Aragorn has gone missing," he announced. "With him were people of great importance. Glorfindel, find them and bring them back to Rivendell." The blonde elf nodded.
Arwen's heart leapt. Aragorn. She hadn't seen him in a long time. This could be the chance to help him.
"Father, let me help him. Let me find Aragorn," she said.
Elrond frowned. "This is not your concern," he told her sternly. "Glorfindel is the best rider we have."
"I can ride just as fast as he can!" Arwen argued. "You haven't seen me! I-"
"Arwen," he growled, making her look down at the floor. Elrond nodded to Glorfindel. "You may go." Glorfindel walked briskly out of the room. Arwen ran after him before her father could say anything else.
She caught up with the elf in the hall. "Please let me go instead," she pleaded. "I'll do your chores if you have any for a week!"
Glorfindel glared at her. "You heard what Lord Elrond said," he reminded her. "Why is this so important to you?"
"That's not your concern," she said. "I want to help them, I HATE feeling useless!"
He looked her straight in the face. "This is my errand," he hissed. "Just because Lord Elrond's daughter doesn't mean you can have your way all the time. This isn't a game, you can't decide to quit in the middle of it. This is serious. Leave these things to the ones who can handle it." With that, he walked away.
Arwen stared after him, feeling white-hot fury. Not a game... those who can handle it? Who did he think she was? A couple thousand years meant nothing to him? ::That does it:: Arwen thought outraged. She turned and sprinted to her room.
She didn't throw herself down on her bed and cry. That would have been foolish. In the time it took her to get to her room, she had thought up a plan so crazy it just might work.
Arwen dressed in a dark green riding dress and sturdy boots. She tied her hair out of her face, grabbed her bow and quiver and left the room. The elf ran to a pantry and stuffed a saddlebag full of lembas, herbs, and other useful supplies for traveling. She went back into a hall, and thought about an idea. Approving that, she walked quickly to her father study.
The room was empty. Carefully, she took her sword, Hadhafang, down from the wall, rubbed the dust off, and clipped the sheath to her belt. Normally it was only used for decoration, but she could see it could come in handy later. Sadly Arwen thought of her poor fencing abilities. ::If worse comes to worse, I could take it out and point it menacingly at my offenders:: she thought determinedly. ::That'll work.::
Ready to go, Arwen snuck quietly to the stables. There were few people in it at this hour. She looked down one row of horses after another, searching for a suitable mount. About to choose a bay mare, a memory came back to her. "Asfaloth could travel for DAYS without tiring," Glorfindel had boasted once. "He really is the perfect horse." She grinned.
Arwen saddled Asfaloth quickly with the new tack, choking back giggles. Glorfindel would kill her, she knew that, but this opportunity was too great to pass up. Finding a good sized scrap of parchment, she scribbled:
Don't worry, your prized horse is in good hands.
Don't bother finding Aragorn and the others.
I'll have done that for you already.
Smirking, she used an arrow to attach it to a post. She did this by hand. As poor as her fencing skills were, her archery skills were exceptional, but she didn't want to risk hitting the horses.
Leading the horse out of the stable, Arwen saw a group of elves coming towards the stable. The elf quickly mounted Asfaloth and cantered into the forest, leaving Imladris behind.
Coming back from a walk around Imladris, Arwen Evenstar passed her father's study and heard something odd. She crept to the door and peered inside.
Elrond Half-Elven was pacing inside, his brows knit together in worry. He muttered faintly to himself. Arwen strained to hear, "... should have been here by... what could have happened..."
This was bad. Elrond's face usually never showed any serious emotion and he was known for the gift of foresight. How come he couldn't See what he was worrying about?
Arwen decided to help her father. She strode into the room. "Father, what's wrong?" she asked.
"Bring me Glorfindel," was all he said.
She trotted back into the hall and headed to where she thought Glorfindel was. ::Glorfindel. One of the praised warriors of the realm:: Arwen thought disgustedly. He was nice enough, but he bragged too much.
She found him talking to some other elves in the courtyard where leaves were changing color and falling. "Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you," Arwen told him politely.
Glorfindel excused himself from his onlookers and followed Arwen as she walked back to the study. "You remember Asfaloth?" He declared.
"Your prized steed? Of course," Arwen retorted.
"I found him some tack that makes him seem even more radiant on the battlefield!" he said proudly. Arwen turned her head away and rolled her eyes.
They walked into the study and bowed to Elrond. The lord of Imladris got to the point. "Aragorn has gone missing," he announced. "With him were people of great importance. Glorfindel, find them and bring them back to Rivendell." The blonde elf nodded.
Arwen's heart leapt. Aragorn. She hadn't seen him in a long time. This could be the chance to help him.
"Father, let me help him. Let me find Aragorn," she said.
Elrond frowned. "This is not your concern," he told her sternly. "Glorfindel is the best rider we have."
"I can ride just as fast as he can!" Arwen argued. "You haven't seen me! I-"
"Arwen," he growled, making her look down at the floor. Elrond nodded to Glorfindel. "You may go." Glorfindel walked briskly out of the room. Arwen ran after him before her father could say anything else.
She caught up with the elf in the hall. "Please let me go instead," she pleaded. "I'll do your chores if you have any for a week!"
Glorfindel glared at her. "You heard what Lord Elrond said," he reminded her. "Why is this so important to you?"
"That's not your concern," she said. "I want to help them, I HATE feeling useless!"
He looked her straight in the face. "This is my errand," he hissed. "Just because Lord Elrond's daughter doesn't mean you can have your way all the time. This isn't a game, you can't decide to quit in the middle of it. This is serious. Leave these things to the ones who can handle it." With that, he walked away.
Arwen stared after him, feeling white-hot fury. Not a game... those who can handle it? Who did he think she was? A couple thousand years meant nothing to him? ::That does it:: Arwen thought outraged. She turned and sprinted to her room.
She didn't throw herself down on her bed and cry. That would have been foolish. In the time it took her to get to her room, she had thought up a plan so crazy it just might work.
Arwen dressed in a dark green riding dress and sturdy boots. She tied her hair out of her face, grabbed her bow and quiver and left the room. The elf ran to a pantry and stuffed a saddlebag full of lembas, herbs, and other useful supplies for traveling. She went back into a hall, and thought about an idea. Approving that, she walked quickly to her father study.
The room was empty. Carefully, she took her sword, Hadhafang, down from the wall, rubbed the dust off, and clipped the sheath to her belt. Normally it was only used for decoration, but she could see it could come in handy later. Sadly Arwen thought of her poor fencing abilities. ::If worse comes to worse, I could take it out and point it menacingly at my offenders:: she thought determinedly. ::That'll work.::
Ready to go, Arwen snuck quietly to the stables. There were few people in it at this hour. She looked down one row of horses after another, searching for a suitable mount. About to choose a bay mare, a memory came back to her. "Asfaloth could travel for DAYS without tiring," Glorfindel had boasted once. "He really is the perfect horse." She grinned.
Arwen saddled Asfaloth quickly with the new tack, choking back giggles. Glorfindel would kill her, she knew that, but this opportunity was too great to pass up. Finding a good sized scrap of parchment, she scribbled:
Don't worry, your prized horse is in good hands.
Don't bother finding Aragorn and the others.
I'll have done that for you already.
Smirking, she used an arrow to attach it to a post. She did this by hand. As poor as her fencing skills were, her archery skills were exceptional, but she didn't want to risk hitting the horses.
Leading the horse out of the stable, Arwen saw a group of elves coming towards the stable. The elf quickly mounted Asfaloth and cantered into the forest, leaving Imladris behind.