Disclaimer: see chapter one.

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Chapter 2:

Elainor rode swiftly for two nights without stopping. She was beginning to tire, and Moonstar was showing signs of exhaust. She spurred him on and looked ahead to the horizon. –you will find him in Imladris, there he hides from the world, and there his will remain for the rest of time- Her father's voiced played in her mind several times as she wondered how she would get into Rivendell undetected.

She though she could take down the guards and run into the city and kill her prey, but that wouldn't work. She'd have to deal with all of Rivendell's guards that will be alerted of her presence immediately. Maybe she could kidnap one of the citizens and they would get her in. No, no that wouldn't work. What if she captured an Orc, and brought it to Elrond, putting herself in his good graces. Maybe, those fell creatures roam freely all over Middle Earth. But would it work?

Elainor was startled from her thoughts when Moonstar halted. She looked down at her old friend, who was grunting and looking at the ground before it. Elainor looked up and her breath stopped. Before her stood the great waterfalls of Rivendell, an elven paradise. She looked down into the valley and saw magnificent rivers and waterfalls, beautiful white arches and wild flowers that she had never seen from her room in the Tower of Isen. She was quickly pulled out of her reverie when she realized she had arrived at Rivendell. How would she get into that city? Immediately she took out her knife and hit herself on her shoulder with it, causing a deep gash running from her left elbow to the top of her shoulder. She grimaced in pain as the blood flowed freely. She then bent down and took off her right boot and ripped off the laces, and tore off the sole. She put the boot back on. Then she looked at herself. –This doesn't look convincing at all! Okay, think pretty elven maiden in distress. Yes! I was attacked by orcs! On my way to... to where? On my way- Her thoughts were cut off as she saw two elves riding into the valley. One looked regal and the other rode behind him bearing a banner. What banner was that? She looked harder -Mirkwood- . She smiled, perfect plan. She quickly took out her dragger that she always kept tucked in her left boot and began mangling her tunic and rubbing her blood all over her cloak and boots. Then she mixed her blood in with the dirt, and put it on her face. She messed up her hair and turned around to look at Moonstar. "Well, what do you think?" He horse stepped away from his friend. Was she crazy? In the 367 years he had known her, she had never acted so crazy. He grunted.

Elainor then began rubbing dirt and blood into the hide of the animal, as it protested loudly. "I am sorry mellonen. We both have to look convincing if we are to do this right. There, let's go" She stepped away from her friend and sighed. "We look horrible. Let's go."

She jumped up on Moonstar, and cried out in pain. Her cuts were beginning to throb and her shoulder left arm was losing its strength. She put her mouth to Moonstar's ears and whispered. The horse took off on a trot, bowing its head as if defeated. Pretty soon, she could see the gates of Rivendell, and when she was within walking distance, two elves walked out of the brush nearby and held up their bows.

"Halt! Who are you and what is you business here!" called the one on her right. She looked up at him. He was clad in dark green, and his tunic had silvery spider designs all over it. She looked to her left. The guard on her left was eying her suspiciously. His garbs were as beautiful as his partners. His cloak was torn at the hem, and had blood, sweat and dirt stains. His tunic was a murky brown and his breeched were an even darker color faded from wear. Then he turned to his partner and let down his bow. "Captain, I recognize this girl" Elainor looked at him in surprise and grasped Moonstar's reins. She would run for it into the trees, and hunt them both down and kill them when they followed her, before they could alert the other guards. "Captain Elrohir, I have seen this girl before, she's..." His voice trailed off as he tried to remember where he last saw her. She looked at the captain, this Elrohir, and said as shakily as she could, "I travel with the elves of Mirkwood; I strayed from them last night, and was attacked by orcs. I-I..." –I what? What? By Eru, what?-Then she got an idea. She rolled her head slightly to the left, grabbed her shoulder in pain, and fell of the horse, in a faint.

The captain walked briskly to the fallen maiden's side. He eyed her warily. "Captain, I recall seeing her before. I cannot place her face with a name." He glanced at the body before him, "Captain! Look! She bears the white hand on her bag. She is no Mirkwood elf!" The captain looked up at the bag, his companion was holding. "Indeed. Take her to the healer's wing, and position guards around her, I will speak to my father."

A/N: hmmm... I wonder what will happen!!!