Ok guys, its a short one, sorry. I was busy all day. I was doing all sorts of stuff for the weekend larp event. Me and my b.f. both drove seperate trucks 9Fprd naturally!) and loaded up stuff for the larp, I nearly killed myself while choking on a ginger beer while trying to shuffle a microwave and hold the bottle in my mouth (for anyone who doesn't know what ginger beer is, its like really strong, spicy non-alcoholic giner ale. it burns when you drink it and when you burp...it really burned when I was drowning myself in it, thank God Roger (the b.f.) came running and grabbed the microwave since there was no where to set it) then we went back to his house, ate popcorn shrimp and a mini pizza, helped his parents clean some offices at a truck stop (those trucks are HUGE!) at 9:30 till 10:30, then I got to relax ad watch a movie with Roger, then had to drive one of the fully loaded trucks home,so I am just now getting home and on my lap top at 1:00 am. Therefore the chapter is short, but I will edit some more of the story and have another TWO chapters up tomorrow (friday) since I will be gone until early afternoon sunday and at that point I will be eating my mom's delicious Easter dinner. So, now you know why I haven't updated in a while (my whole life is like this) So, now that my eyes are falling out of my head (mostly because I went for a late (like midnight) horseback ride in the woods last night when I got home from school and I forgot to duck under a branch. Whack, right in the eyes...and I have an awesome looking scrape on my neck too!) I will be cleaning up my larp crap in my room, trying to figure out how to keep meat without spoiling and going to bed (I hope!) Oh, and I couldn't possibly own LotR, I don't have nearly enough time for something like that! Have a very happy Easter everone!

Walking On

The sunlight interrupted her sleep as she woke early in the morning, and she was glad to be back on her early wake-up schedule once again. She rose nimbly from her spot on the floor and advanced to the bureau were she had left her bag before wrapping herself in her blankets and falling on the ground. She absentmindedly ran a fine bristled brush through her hair as she thought about where she would go first once she left.

Satisfied with her hair she quickly put it in a braid, it didn't take much for her to be happy with it; and picked up her bag. Strange, it feels heavier than last night. Did I lose that much sleep? Not that it matters, I am finally going home, well, kind of. I am going back where I belong.

She strode through the room, down the hall and walked out the main doors to find, to her surprise, Legolas, and more surprising, his father. The most surprising part of the group was the horse behind them, she recognized it as Darwain.

"Legolas? Your majesty? How is your head?" oops, too forward.

"I am an elf Eriathwen, I don't get headaches, even from drink." The king let out a chuckle, only to be glared at from his son.

"Don't listen to him, his healer gave him something for it when he woke, complaining of an aching head, if you don't remember father." Thranduil grinned sheepishly at Eriathwen.

"So what is this I hear about you leaving us? Is this true?" Eriathwen nodded wordlessly, wishing she didn't have to put up with pathetic goodbyes. "I am sorry to hear that, according to what my son tells me; our kitchens won't be the same without you."

Eriathwen blushed and walked down the steps, wishing she could be invisible. Change the subject, please change the subject. Fine, I will change the subject!

"I should be getting off now, so, Legolas, will you make clear what you spoke of last night and please, 'change the speed of things'?"

"Why of course, since you asked." He began petting the frisky stomping horse behind him on the neck as he spoke. "May I present to you, your new form of travel. I, sorry, we have decided to give him to you-ow!" Darwain had reached over and bit him in the shoulder while he had been distracted talking to Eriathwen. "As you can see, you are the only one that he is even remotely calm by, you two seemed to have clicked so, he is yours.

"Thank you, thank you so, so much. I don't really know what to say, but um …goodbye I guess." She was a bit unsure of things. This was the first time someone had given her a gift. And this, this was a big gift. She made to take the reins from Legolas and mount when he stopped her.

"Goodbye Eriathwen." He placed his hand firmly on her shoulder and gave it a warm squeeze. "It was nice knowing you, I had fun these past few days with you, I really truly did. I will uh, I will just have to shoot at the next woman I see wondering aimlessly about in the woods." It was so tempting, but she felt this would not be the time to finally break down and punch him in the nose.

"Thank you Legolas, for showing me a good time. I had fun; I actually had fun, something I thought not possible. But I must get going, I long to go back where I belo…go back to the woods." She put her foot in the stirrup and managed to somehow gracefully swing into the saddle despite the horse's prancing and her lack of experience.

"Watch what trees you step under when you visit Mirkwood." The king patted the horse's rump, rewarded shortly there after with a slap on the hand from his tail. "You two are so alike, that horse and you. But seriously Eriathwen, take care of yourself. This horse needs you to keep him in check!"

Eriathwen gave a half smile and turned away. As she and Darwain walked away, she looked back. Legolas and his father were already gone, and she had to wonder if they had even been there at all, or if it had all been one big dream. But she had only one way to find out, only one way to go, and so she walked on.