Companions
It was Midsummer in Mirkwood. The evening air was only slightly cooler than the day, thanks to the breeze blowing in from off the river. It seemed the whole populace was out tonight; dancing, singing, laughing. Legolas waited for her. His fun would not be complete without her.
His wishes were granted when he saw Rian moving toward him; her white-blond hair nearly shining silver in the moonlight.
"May I have your permission to accompany you tonight?" he asked. Her hand slipped into his, her ice-blue eyes alight with mirth.
"You know you need never ask me that," she replied.