Chapter 6: Arwen was confused. "Why do you still hide your face if you are as you discribed?" she asked. "My reasons are my own buisness. Could you help me with something? - Could you do something with my hair? I have barely brushed it since I escaped from Mordor." said Zefron with a pleading look in his deep blue eyes. Arwen smiled. "Of course, sit down. My your hair is long, will one braid do?" asked Arwen. "Yes, perfect it twas getting very anoying while it was down and in my face all of the time. Could I have that brush and that bag over there for the journey? It would help me out a great deal." said Zefron sitting down on the chair in front of a mirror. "Yes you may, consider them as gifts from me, would you like somemore clothes too?" asked Arwen brushing Zefron's long brown hair... well almost all brown hair exept for a few pieces of blonde in it. "Yes although nothing to fancy now and only black and could you get me another black robe with a hood like this one for me too?" asked Zefron a Arwen tied a piece of string to end the long braid. Zefron nodded his thanks and put on his black robe but left the hood down, put on his belt with the elvish daggers attached onto it, then looking down at his wrists. "Where are my cuffs?" looking around the room fracticly. "They are right there, but why to you want them so badly?" asked Arwen pointing to them on the table near by. Zefron quickly put them on. (They are the things you see Legolas wearing on his forarms in the movie) then went over and picked up his bow and an arrow and walked over to the balcany. "Bet you ten gold pieces I can hit the center of the target from here that Legolas is shooting on." said Zefron jumping onto the railing and changing the subject. "You're on, but are you sure that you are healed enough?" replied Arwen. Zefron nodded in responce. Pulling back on the stringtaking aim and firing, surprizing everyone on the field as well as hitting the center of the target. Zefron turned around on the railing smileing at Arwen. Suddenly Aragorn and Lord Elrond burst into the room startling Zefron causeing him to fall backwards down to the waterfall. "Look at what you did! You probably killed him Aragorn!" yelled Arwen running out of the room down to the edge of the waterfall where a crown had already formed. While falling Zefron managed to take out his silver whistle from around his neck and blow into it, Templa then burst out of the stable, galloped over to the waterfall and jumped. "The poor boy..." said Gandalf who had seen everything. But he and evyone else stood corrected. "What's with the crowd? It's not like I died or anything like that." said Zefron atop of his black mare Templa who seemed to have magicly grown wings and was flying over everyone to the stable. "Why didn't you you tell us this before?" asked Gimli who was at the stable. "I didn'T think that it was very important." said Zefron taking Templa into her padock which she had broken. "How are you with weapons?" asked Legolas comming over from the field. "You mean 'do you want to prictice fighting'? - Oh ya! Who's smart! Lets go, you comming Aragorn?" he asked as Aragorn came running up. "But of course, I will meet you there." he replied. "Come... and don't you dare go easy on me Legolas Greenleaf." said Zefron walking towards the ring taking out his daggers and swinging them around. "Oh don't worry I won't." replied Legolas running to catch up. -!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!-!- Bit of a boring chappie but now you know who Zefron really is... or do you???