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Tense Moments

Celeborn was the first to address them, "Nine there are here, but ten there were set out from Rivendell. Where is Gandalf, for I much desire to speak with him.

Galadriel seemed to read all of their minds and answered for them "He is fallen into shadow. The quest stands on the edge of a knife, stray but a little and it will fail, to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains as long as the company is true. Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now, and rest, for you are weary with toil and much sorrow. Tonight you shall sleep in peace."

Celeborn eyed Aradel and said "First I would like to know your names." He asked.

They hesitated, pretty sure he already knew their names. Even through the confusion Aragorn was the first to comply. "I am Aragorn, son of Arathorn of Gondor." He stepped forward as he said this and bowed on one knee.

"I am Gimli, son of Gloin." Gimli this time stepped forward and bowed.

"I am Legolas, son of Thranduil, of Mirkwood." Legolas was followed by Pippin.

"I am Pippin Took, of the Shire." Merry followed him, then Sam and Frodo, then Boramir.

Aradel was now the only one standing and remained there. Celeborn looked slightly taken aback. "Please remove your hood stranger, and reveal your name."

She reluctantly removed her hood and stepped forward. "I am…Aradel." She replied bluntly. She stepped forward but remained standing.

"Aradel, it is customary to bow before the Lord and Lady." The Lord told her pointedly.

"I will gladly bow before the Lady of the Wood." She replied shortly bowing in the direction of Galadriel. Celeborn glared at her and she returned the favor.

"Go, now, and rest. You will be needing it for the toil ahead." Galadriel intervened softly.

"Thank you, my Lady." She replied bowing her head slightly. They were led to the guest sleeping rooms.

They were laying out their things and settling into the beds to sleep, Legolas had a conversation with Frodo, which no one heard very well and they all settled in and fell asleep. But Aradel had no will to sleep. She got up and wondered around the building in to particular direction. She was walking along a long white hall when she came across Galadriel. When she saw Aradel she smiled widely. Aradel returned the smile.

"It's been a long time since I saw you last." Galadriel said stepping forward.

"Indeed too long." Aradel replied also stepping forward.

"Why have you come with the fellowship? Regale me with tales of your adventures." She pleaded as they began to walk further down the hall.

"Well when I left I just wondered around, exploring various places, sleeping in trees mostly." She replied smiling at the slightly stunned look on her companion's face. "But I eventually did settle down and find a home. In Mirkwood. With Legolas and his father, Thranduil, who so generously took me in and treated me like a daughter. But there was this war and we got split up. You should have seen his face when he saw me at Elrond's council." She continued chuckling.

"He remembered you from all that way back. I'm not surprised he does have a good memory. Still it was a long time ago." Galadriel said a proud look on her face.

Aradel looked at the floor then up again with a solemn look on her face. "Yes, well he remembers everything. Whether that be good or bad he does. I went to the council early and saw Elledan and Elrohir. Just as mischievous as ever. I scared them out of their boots, though, when I got into Rivendell, I shot a warning arrow at them."

Galadriel smiled. "They shall forever be the spot of humor in the world. Humor for them anyway." She stopped and turned around facing Aradel. "I have to go meet someone. I will see you later, sooner then you expect most likely."

Aradel smiled again and nodded as she walked backwards down the hall. "I doubt sooner then I expect but I look forward to it. Namarie."

"Namarie." Galadriel replied as she hurried down the hall.

Aradel continued walking through the dimly lit corridors until her feet ached. She loved this place, and hated it. Her feelings of Lorien were very complicated and give most people a headache. The memories that dwelled here were ones she did not at the moment feel like revisiting.

After a few minutes she stumbled upon a balcony that looked out over the forest of Lorien. She stepped out and was immediately embraced by the chilled night air. The soft breeze felt good on her face and in her hair as she lent on the elegantly carved railing and looked out with fondness. She was quite enjoying herself when she heard the soft footsteps of an Elf behind her. A certain elf which she had not expected to be talking to that night.

She turned around smiling, expecting it to be either Legolas or Haldir, someone she would be glad to have a conversation with. The smile she wore immediately faded to a surprised and slightly smug look one she automatically put on in his presence.

Lord Celeborn stepped forward and gave her an evil, malicious smirk. "How has life been living in the unforgiving ravages of the wild? Cold, I expect."

She mirrored his look and quickly replied, "Fine. How's your wrist?" she asked smugly with a smirk before brushing past him and hurrying back towards where they were sleeping. His face fell into an angry frown and he tentatively touched his wrist as if it hurt; though it was perfectly fine. How he loathed the woman.

A/N: Don't I suck at title?! That hardest part about writing is the titles i tell you. Well I really have nothing else to say so bye-bye!:D