The elvish language used is that created by Tolkien and not me, so no-one can say I don't work hard lol! After the elvish has been spoken the english in inverted commas is the english translation.

Night passed in Rivendell. Berethor had excused himself from Idrial hoping to find Boromir, and news of the meeting. Night in Rivendell was still and calm. The trees swayed gently, and the waterfalls hushed, with birds quietly humming their lullabies. The sky was clear, stars pinpointed and the moon shining like a huge silver penny in the heavens. As Berethor strolled up the pathway, passing through marble buildings, vestibules, and walkways. As he reached his room, Boromir however was already asleep. He looked closer – his clothes were packed and his sword re-attatched to his belt, what was going on? He slept that night, uneasy and confused.

Idrial stood, her hand gently stroking Esgorath's muzzle as her colt jumped.

#"Nin rych, Esgorath, le sedho…," - "My horse, Esgorath, be still" She whispered as he calmed down.

"Tomorrow, we ride, swift and true, there is nothing here that I myself can have."

She left the stable, staring into the darkness. Her feelings for Berethor must be overcome, this time was too important for her emotions.

The next day came, but remained as calm and fresh as ever. Berethor awoke to the sound of silence. No breathing, no movemnt – nothing? He leapt up to the horror of an empty bed, and no Boromir. He ran out of the room, down to the stables. Boromir's horse remained still. He must be around, he thought to himself.

"They left this morning," a female voice answered his thoughts. It was Idrial.

"Left? Where!" He cried.

"I cannot speak for I myself do not know the answer Gondorian. I know one thing, they have been sent on a secret mission for Lord Elrond and I warn you not to utter word of this to anyone."

"I will not. But where did they leave for? I must depart at once, my Captain does not leave without me – he never has!"

"Until this time. I warn you not to follow them I fear they face peril." Idrial purred leading Esgorath out. She buckled his saddle and swept herself on.

"And you? You too, are leaving Rivendell? How can this be, I will come with you!" Berethor quickly grabbed a reined horse and brought it out next to Esgorath. Esgorath snorted and began to bounce a little retreating back.

"Sedho!" - "Be still!" Idrial cried. "Gondorian I leave for Lothlorien, and I cannot fail!" She kicked Esgorath gently as he slowly walked out of the stable into the warm air, as Berethor followed still leading a horse.

" I shall be no burden. Let me ride with you for I am alone in the place of Elves. Please. I dare not return to the steward without the company of his son or the-…never mind" He quietened and climbed on his horse.

"Very well, I doubt very much you will take no as an answer. Come then Gondorian," She smiled. "We ride till dawn."