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Chapter 4

Girithfen rose from her bed and walked over to her desk. Pulling open a drawer, she lifted her diary out. It was thick, and had the worn look of old age. But she still wrote in it every day.

Flipping it open to that day she had been in the garden, her eyes moved to the violet pressed in between the pages. She gently picked it up, and put it to her nose. It still smelled as sweet as it had that day.

Smiling, she placed it back in the book and closed it. Putting it back in the drawer, she stood there, gazing out the small circular window. The sun was setting now…another day had passed…and she was another day closer.

Once again she wondered what her new life was going to be like…who she would meet, where she would live. Her parents were already there…they had left soon after the council in Rivendell and the Fellowship had been formed. Girithfen hadn't wanted to leave yet…she had wanted to see how the war ended.

Girithfen remembered the day she had learned that Lord Elrond was holding a council. When she found out that Legolas was coming, she wanted to attend, but was disappointed when she then discovered that it was a secret council.

It was only the next day that she found out that a Fellowship had been formed, to destroy the Ring of Power. She then realized that Legolas had volunteered for it. It had shocked her. On one hand she was proud of him for volunteering to take on the tremendous task, and to represent his people, but on the other hand she feared for him, and did not want him to go. When she heard that they were to leave in only a few days, her anxiousness almost overwhelmed her. She didn't know if she would have a chance to say goodbye to him. Then the thought of the possibility of him dying in battle hit her. Dread had swept over her like it had never done before. For some reason she couldn't imagine what she would do if he didn't return. And what if the mission failed? Middle-Earth would be cast into darkness forever.

Girithfen shuddered at this memory. The pain of her sadness that day returned, and she felt a tear roll down her cheek. She remembered the day of his leaving so clearly it was as if it had been just the day before…

Girithfen bit her bottom lip nervously as she ran down the path, her hair whipping out behind her, loose from its ribbon. She hoped they hadn't left yet. Panic rose in her throat as she began to worry that she was too late.

She finally emerged into the clearing, and she stopped, catching her breath. Her hair hung in strands around her face, and a sweat had broken on her brow.

Her eyes scanned the clearing. The faces of two Men looked at her curiously, along with a Dwarf with a long red beard. There were also four Hobbits, who paused in their talking to gaze at her. She saw the wizard who must have been Gandalf, and he smiled at her, his wise blue eyes twinkling. A pony that was standing next to one of the Hobbits (a rather plump Hobbit) snorted and struck at the ground with his hoof, greeting her. She felt her cheeks flush as she crept forward, looking for Legolas.

Then, Legolas came down the stone steps to her left, and she turned. He saw her, and he paused, a look of confusion on his face. It quickly turned to pleasant surprise and he smiled. Girithfen returned his smile…she was glad she was not too late.

Legolas took her elbow and gave the others a nod before pulling her off to the side. Girithfen heard the others behind them go back to their business. She gazed up at Legolas, fighting back tears. His eyes no longer harbored the playful glow she had seen before. They were serious, and she saw sadness flicker in them. But she also saw a warrior before her, and she was struck with a sense of pride and awe.

Suddenly, on impulse, Girithfen reached up and hugged him tightly, pressing her face into his shoulder. Legolas returned the embrace and she felt his breath on her neck. She felt herself not wanting to let go. She didn't want him to leave…she may never see him again. Then, as if he was reading her thoughts, he whispered softly into her ear,

"I will return…I give you my word." Girithfen lifted her head and gazed at him, the tears now falling down her cheeks. Legolas reached up, smiling faintly, fighting his own tears, and wiped them away. Girithfen pressed her cheek into his hand, closing her eyes. She opened them again, and their eyes met. She knew that no matter how long he was gone, or if she never saw him again at all, she would never forget the blue of his eyes. Her own almond-brown eyes clouded up with tears again.

"I must go now," he said, swallowing hard. Girithfen nodded, and clutched his hand. Legolas reached up with his other hand and stroked her cheek. They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, and then Legolas finally turned to go. His head bent downwards, he began to walk slowly away. Girithfen held onto his hand for as long as she could, both arms extended out to him. He gave her one more glance over his shoulder and gave a faint smile. Girithfen held up her hand to signal goodbye, and his smile widened a little. She forced herself to smile back through her tears.

Girithfen watched him walk away with the rest of the Fellowship, with the plump Hobbit bringing up the end with the pony. She watched until they were completely out of view. She then turned and began to sob loudly as she slowly made her way back home.

That's so sad:( I love a good flashback, though. I hope you liked it, and thanks for reading!

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