Author's Note: HELLO AGAIN!!!!!!!!!!! Well, after quite a long break from writing (haven't updated this story since...November 25th 2003?!?!?!) Laura started writing again, and I was kinda missing the writing anyway, and so ya, here I am! The first few chapters are gonna be tiny, and probably not very good, as I'm VERY rusty, but forgive me anyway and I'll eventually work through it!!!!! Also, any Elvish translations will read like this: Elvish (translation). Fairly straight forward but I thought I'd point it out anyway... Lastly, I'm using the Sindarin translations if anyone is keeping watch over that sort of thing...Arwen is originally from Mirkwood, so I believe that would have been her first language, but feel free to correct me if I'm mistaken!

Arwen hummed quietly to herself as she entered the fog. The quiet grey clouds parted for her, bowing their gentle heads low before swirling back into the mist. She carefully picked her way through the rocks, quickly realizing that the fog, however beautiful, made the rough terrain even harder to cross.

A huge black shadow darted through the clouds ahead. Arwen could barely make out the shape of a cat-like head before it disappeared as quickly as it had come, heading south. "A! Orodcothea!" (Ah! Mountain enemies!) she scolded herself, taking half a step backwards and scanning the uniform mists.
With one hand on her sword hilt, she slowly sat down on a nearby rock, crossing her legs. She listened intently to the wind's messages as she folded the hem of her long gray skirt, revealing worn traveling shoes. Arwen quickly untied the narrow leather strips and slipped the shoes onto the rock next to her. Still alert, she slid the shoes into her bag and stood up again.

Familiar sensations flooded her nerves as her bare feet touched the ground. The earth here was hard but good, and she stood still for a moment, enjoying the feeling of the dirt under her toes. Her soul ached for the woodlands, and in her heart she could feel the trees yawning towards the sky. Biting back the emotions, she pushed the forest into the shadows of her mind. "Dina! Tanya farnuva." (Be quiet! That will suffice/That is enough) she muttered, slightly bitter. "You chose it, you live with it."

She forced herself to take a step, then another and another until she was moving again. Her bare feet heightened her awareness of the terrain and made the traveling easier, and soon she was moving with her usual casual fluidity. Slowly the hard ground turned into a soft, fine powder that clung between her toes, and the fog thinned until she could see the horizon. The soft twinkling came to her again, making her uncomfortable with its close proximity. Straining to hear or see the source without being found, she distinguished a thin but steady hoof beat in the background. "Ta naa numen" (they're west) she whispered to herself. Without any more sound, she turned her back to the rising sun and walked back into the mist.

Author's Second Note: okay, so that was more of a writing exercise than a chapter. Forgive me! I tried to pick up the plot again at the end! begs for mercy Rest assured that more will be coming very, very soon!!!!!!OH! I almost forgot to thank my reviewer!!!!! LOL you know I love you Nayeli!!! "REALLY well written" is darn hard to live up to, but I tried to make it with this! What do you think, M'lady??? To everyone else: please review? Pretty please with sugar on top???