CHAPTER 3
"Please, my men are weary and it growing dark. Can you take us to your king?" He asked 
sounding more distressed. 
She looked over his men in the dusky light. They looked weary and soiled. Many of them looked 
up in awe at her, in which she returned a look of solemn-faced.
"And under who's authority are you here by?" Eámanë asked after several moments of silence 
passed. 
"Lord Aragorn of Gondor. I am his son Eldarion." He said lowering his hood to reveal his elven 
ears. "My mother is the lady Arwen Evenstar, daughter of Elrond of Rivendell."
Eámanë nodded leisurely at him. Then suddenly, out of the shadows, Haldir and Rúmil came 
charging up on their mounts. "My lady, you must not run off like that!" He said, barely out of 
breath. "Eámanë, please return to your father at once. He must speak with you immediately." He 
spoke in quick elven.
She smiled and sighed at Haldir's apparent alarm. "Yes, Haldir." She said contently. Then in 
return, she said in elvish, "Please take these men to my father for they bring word from Lord 
Aragorn of Gondor." Eámanë smiled mockingly at Eldarion and his men before tearing off into the 
night.
Storming into the great hall of Caras Galadhon, she spoke gallantly, "Father there is a band of 
men from Gondor. They are here to speak with you for they bring word from Lord Aragorn of 
Gondor." 
He slowly turned to face her. He looked at her momentarily and smiled. "And what were you 
doing so close to the borders, my daughter?"
She remained silent for a moment. "I was out riding." Then sighing she said, "Do not worry, for 
Haldir and Rúmil never left my side." 
He glanced knowingly at her then turned back around to face his advisors. 
"Did you know of this?" she asked, forcing him to turn back around.
"Yes, I did, thank you, Eámanë." 
Eámanë looked regretfully at him as he once again turned to face his prior business. "Your 
welcome, my lord." And at that she bowed and walked away.
As she walked out into the courtyard she noticed off in the distance a small band of elves 
marching towards her home. She climbed nimbly into a tree and sat comfortably as she watched 
the group get closer and closer. Then suddenly she noticed something that knocked her out of 
her perch. It was the soldiers of Mirkwood; therefore the two nobly clad elves in front would be 
Lord Thranduil, king of her former home and his son, Legolas Greenleaf. She had never set eyes 
on either of these noble elves and her heart was not looking forward to this encounter.