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Chapter Three: A Chase

The elf stood still, a bit shocked. He had heard her voice, heard that beautiful song that she had sang. He didn't know what to think about her crying. Deciding that he should get back to his home, he slowly mounted his horse.

Suddenly, an idea struck him. The girl.she looked like an elf. seemed to be going the same direction. He urged the horse faster into a gallop, and with his elven eyes he could see her stallion in the distance. She wasn't going very fast, but she was at least two miles ahead of him by this time.

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Wiping the tears still glistening on her face, she tried to get a hold of herself. Though she knew that there was no one for miles, she knew that Mirkwood was at least a week away, and if she continued at this speed and composure, she would be there at least before she was 300.

She was so preoccupied that she only just noticed a horses footfalls that was barely 50 feet behind her. She jerked around and saw an elf riding a horse quickly toward her. She slowed down enough so they could catch up to her.

"Mae govannen, arwen en amin," The elf, who she noticed was tall, blonde, and extremely handsome.

"Mae govannen," she answered.

"What is your name? I would much like to know, for you are very beautiful." He said camly. She gasped and said quickly,

"Oh.no, I am not worthy of a compliment of beauty." She blushed furiously and nudged her horse to move. She wasn't sure she liked this guy.

"My lady, you are!" he persisted.

"I'm sure my father will like to see me as soon as possible, I must go, I'm sorry I cannot chat right now." She said quickly. She kicked Morion somewhat hard in the side to get her to gallop. The elf behind her sped up his horse as well. She willed her horse to go faster than him, and Morion rose to the challenge. To her this was just another horse race; to Fanya this was a required getaway. The elf's horse was very fast, and it was a close race. The raced all the way through the village, and as the shot down the streets, peasants stared, and asked themselves "why are two elves racing? They are so noncompetitive!" Finally, Fanya gave in. She slowed her horse, because Morion was tiring. She had not rested for days. Fanya dismounted when Morion had jerked to a stop. The elf on the other hand had not noticed her stop, and shot straight past her. He noticed her sudden stop and turned sharply, almost falling off his horse. Fanya giggled, and led Morion to a nearby tree to rest in the shade. He came toward her smiling.

"Well, that was an interesting race. It seemed like I won. So now," he paused, "will you tell me your name?"

She, still brimming with energy, not to mention annoyance, just whispered to her horse as if the elf was not there, "Noro lim, Morion, take me to Mirkwood," and Morion abliged, setting off at a gallop, leaving the man behind.

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What had she taken offense to? Was she really in that kind of hurry to get to her father to leave him in the dust? Legolas felt a bit strange, for he had just raced for miles and miles, and covered the ground of at least three days travel in less than a day and a half. He patted his horses neck, and let it choose the speed it wanted to go in order to get back home.

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Fanya let out a sharp intake of breath at the sight before her. She was sitting tall on her horse, which was at the entrance of Mirkwood. She hadn't expected to get there for another day, but she was there nonetheless.

Steering toward a peasant, she asked "Manke naa Linque Helyan?" The lady pointed to trees. "Mani?" The peasant explained that he lives somewhat far from the village. "Just go straight, until you come to his flet." She told her quickly in elvish.

So Fanya turned her horse and prodded Morion to go into the forest. Thoughts raced. "What if he doesn't remember me? How will he react to me being here? What if he is ill? What if he has met another girl elf? What if he's already married to an elf? Does he still love me? Why couldn't he take me here when I was young? Who is that goddamn elf that was pestering me on my way here? How many questions have I asked my self? Was that 10 already?" Before she knew it, she had gone about a quarter of a mile outside the village and came to a rope ladder, leading to a flet. She dismounted, softly told Morion to stay here, and she'll come back to her later. "Just let me talk with father first." she whispered gently. She hung her pack onto Morion, and started to climb the ladder. One step at a time, she silently hoped against hope that her father remembered her, loved her, and would help. Clambering onto the flet, she walked to the door, softly knocked and checked the handle. It wasn't locked. She turned it, at the same time that the person on the inside did. The door opened to reveal...

A/N: Muah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!! I just LOVE cliffhangers. Though you probably think you know who's behind the door. BUAH HA HA!!! I just LOVE evil laughter! Ok, I would like to respond to some of the reviews. Ok, all of them. Except flames. And THANKFULLY I haven't gotten any of them! Whoopie!!!! *dances around*

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Translations: Mae govannen, Arwen en amin: Well met, my lady

Noro lim, Morion: Ride fast Morion

Manke naa Linque Helyan: Where is Linque Helyan (I couldn't find 'where does he live' Oo)

Mani? : What?

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