Melannen was extremely uneasy, about many things. First and foremost, the healers had just confirmed that she was pregnant. Second, she was terrified by the thought of the child being Remnul's, or the thought of her child being the heir to Mirkwood, now that Legolas was dead. Also, she thought to herself, her child's father could also be the Balrog Slayer. Melannen finally decided to go home to Lorien, there was nothing left for her here. Though she did not want to leave Thranduil, he had become like a father to her.
It was late in the month of Ringare (December) and thick snow was making travel difficult, though that did not keep Melannen at Mirkwood. She and a select group of warriors picked by Thranduil were travelling to Lorien, Melannen's home.
The wind was cold and blinding, and the horses were uneasy. Suddenly an unearthly shriek, if that it could be called, filled the air, making everyone cower in fear. A warrior rode up to Melannen, "Times must indeed be bad if the Nazgul have the will to come into the borders of Elven lands, so close to Caras Galadhon."
"Aye, times must be." she said quietly, almost to herself.
The horses began to become fidgety and even more nervous. Though they were able to go to Lothlorien in uneventful peace.
Melannen walked into the talan which she had left in such haste, it was just the way she had left it. Though it was also so different, the feelings that were there before were gone, she was alone. Melannen knew that she could no longer live in Lorien or Mirwood without the most painful of memories to plague her, she had to go somewhere else, somewhere new.
Then Legolas' words came to her "You do have something special, he will always be there for you, maybe not as a lover, but as a friend." Would Glorfindel help her? She had to at least try.
Not an hour later, Melannen had set off to Rivendell, ignoring the brutal snow and wind. It would probably be a week before she reached Imladris, but there she would be safe.
