I don't own Lord of the Rings or it's characters or places. I only own Mÿne.


Elrond had said the meeting would be the day after Mÿne had arrived. It left her less time to train, so she got up early and dressed herself. She pinned up her long blonde hair and grabbed her weapons. She sneaked trough the quarters, although it was still early and none would be up yet. Mÿne came passed the kitchen, where quiet elven whispers were heard. Okay, so maybe she wasn't the only one awake. She rushed pass a table loaded with silver trays, grabbed an apple form one of them and continued down the stairs towards the outskirts of Rivendell. She knew a quiet place where she could train until it was time for the gathering. She always trained there, so if Aragorn was looking for her, he knew where to find her.

The morning was a bit cold. The sun wasn't up yet and people were still sleeping. The windows of the village-part of Rivendell were still closed. Mÿne's footsteps made soft sounds as she walked passed the houses and went to the lower level of Rivendell with the marble stairs. Eventually she found herself on the tall grass, dew still at her feet and a cool breeze trough the field. She smiled, crossed the field and made way to the river, which would be on the other side of a small stroke of trees. Mÿne looked up after she jumped over a small bush. The sun was getting up, letting it's golden shine slide over the peaks of the mountains she could see in the far distant. Small groups of birds flew up as she walked on. They twittered insulted and kept flying until Mÿne had passed the trees. She stopped at the clearing near the river Bruinen. She took off her cloak, she'd be getting it hot soon enough. She looked at the tree that would almost be the farthest from her. That would be her mark. She pulled some arrows out of her pouch and strained her bow. She liked how the string felt in her grasp, it was firm and secure. She then put the arrow on it and shot it right in the middle of the tree. Grinning, she took another one and shot it too.


She continued for that like an hour, shooting out all her arrows, extending her reach and trying to shoot two arrows at the same time, without one arrow remaining on the bow. She was quite pleased with herself, the bow seemed to work fine and she had improved her skills. Or that's what she thought, it would be really improved if Aragorn had saw it. She was her mentor after all. When the sun threw her golden rays on the top of Rivendell itself, she decided to take a short rest. She grabbed the apple she'd taken before and took a bite. Her attention was drawn to the meeting today. She wondered who would be there. Aragorn, yes of course, Gandalf, surely, Elrond himself of course. Arwen maybe? She didn't know. She continued thinking about it and the fate of the Ring. She grinned. Stupid actually, that such a small object held so many power and that so many people had died or suffered for it. Stupid that she desired it too. Mÿne sighed, she just couldn't help it. She knew it was bad, disastrous, but there was something that kept calling her. For now, she just needed to ignore that calling voice, it would be for the better. That reminded her that she needed to ask Gandalf if-

She stopped. Had she heard it well? Slowly, Mÿne rose the her feet. She clutched her sword and listened again, heart raising and blood pounding at a triple speed. Yes, there it was again! She turned, and got down as an arrow flew right past her. Mÿne got up and ran to a tree, leaned against it to be out of sight and kept the sound of her panting as low as possible. Someone was here. She clutched her sword tighter and listened again. He, or she, was standing a few feet away. Alone. From here she could she where the arrow had struck. It had hit a branch of a tree and the arrow was sunken half in it. She swallowed, if that thing had hit her... This was someone who had great experience with a bow, not some mere orc or goblin. With her teeth clenched she listened until the footsteps and the sound of crisping leaves had come closer. She needed the figure to take two more steps...one...

With a growl she jumped from behind the tree and pulled out her sword. She was about to strike when she held back. She looked as taken aback as her opponent, who was holding his bow at her, an arrow pointed to her head. A silence fell. Only the soft breeze through the trees and the streaming of the river could be heard. Her heartbeat fell to a normal speed, forgetting it's nervous condition. Mÿne felt a strand of hair fall before her face. She gazed at the elf in front of her. His long blonde hair swayed a bit in the passing breeze, his cloak was pulled back because he held his bow (still) at her. He was dressed in green and brown, matching their surroundings. Actually, he was quite handsome. His eyes shifted to her bow and arrows at the clearing and lowered his own.

"You're no orc..." he said and to Mÿne's annoyance he sounded quite surprised too. She rolled her eyes and put away her sword.

"Did you expect one?" she asked, offended. Her green eyes darted over his calm face, trying to see if he was making a joke.

"No, but evil is spreading far more into the north then it should. One can never be too cautious." he said, "But still... A girl you're age in the woods? Where is your master?" he said, looking around with his beautiful clear eyes. Really, a girl her age? As if she couldn't be out in the woods by herself! Mÿne felt like she wanted to pierce the blonde elf on her sword, but instead decided to remain calm.

"I have no master. My mentor is still asleep. I couldn't wait to train so I came out here alone." she said, leaning against a tree. She crossed her arms defensively as if to say: 'I hope you don't have a problem with that?'

The elf looked up at the sky, to the little sun that shone.

"Asleep, this late?" he said, looking back at her.

Mÿne shrugged, "We've travelled for a long time. I'll let him have his rest." she said. The elf pulled up his brow for a second and looked at her in a judging way.

"But you're right, I should go back. Evil is spreading, even I can feel it." she said eventually, turning her back towards him and walking back to the clearing. For one moment she thought the blonde elf was going back to wherever-he-came-from too, but then heard his voice when she strapped her weapons back on her body.

"You're a ranger." he stated, looking at her cloak and small armouring. Great, he finally saw that she wasn't an orc. A smile crept on his face, giving him a somehow happy expression. "Then your mentor would be-"

"Aragorn." she said, smiling too, "Do you know him?"

"He has been my friend for many years. I haven't seen him in a long time. You must be staying in Rivendell, please, walk with me and tell me how he's been." he said, holding out his hand, "My name is Legolas Greenleaf of Mirkwood."

Mÿne smiled, glad that the blonde elf warmed up a bit. She took his hand, "I'm Mÿne."


Legolas had lead them back to the still moisture path. His white horse made some noise as they appeared from the woods. Legolas stroke it's nose and smiled warmly. He took the reigns and they walked up the hill to Rivendell. Mÿne talked about Aragorn, about how they had met and how she had become his pupil. Legolas remained silent for the most time, nodding sometimes. By the time they had reached the top of the hill the sun had emerged fully. Its sunlight landed on the top of the trees, giving them a soft golden glow. They passed the gates (the guards bowing, oddly enough) and walked up the courtyard at the bottom of the stairs of the palace. Legolas gave the reigns of his horse to a bowing stable-boy and looked up the white curling features of the building in front of them.

"Too long haven't I visited the proud elves of the North." he said, taking in the iron decorations and busy elves.

"You sound like you did visit them very often." Mÿne said, looking at the staring blonde.

"Yes, I came a lot here when I was younger. Aragorn and I were in training together here. That's where we met for the first time."

They walked up the stairs, "Training? Here? But don't elves train in Mirkwood itself?" Mÿne said, frowning.

"Of course they do, but the problem was that I had already passed the trainings they offered. My father had sent me here to learn more and to improve my skills. Lord Elrond has trained me well." he said, walking up the bright white marble steps.

"Lord Elrond was your master?" Mÿne asked amazed, her mouth had dropped for a split second.

Legolas smiled again, "Not my master exactly, but he has been teaching me some archery skills."

"Really?"Mÿne said, but in her mind it was logical. No wonder that arrow had almost disappeared into that tree. Just as they were about to reach the end of the stairs, a exited yell came from the corridor above. It was Aragorn, he looked over the balustrade and ran downstairs to meet them.

"Legolas!" he swung his arms around his friend and hugged him shortly, "It has been too long, my friend!" he said, then turning to Mÿne, "I was just looking for you, but your room was empty. Have you been training that early?" he said, grinning in disbelief.

Mÿne grinned too and nodded, "I figured that I would be best concentrated, plus that there was no one up yet."

"You're the best pupil a master can wish," he said, grabbing her by the shoulders and rubbing her head with his knuckles. She squirmed as she tried to crawl out of his grasp. She pushed him on the ground and before they knew it, they wrestled along the corridor, forgetting Legolas who was still at the stairs.

"Okay, I give up!" Aragorn panted as Mÿne held his wrists behind his back with her foot and pulled his leg up in the air, overstretching his muscles. She grinned and let go of him.

"Your pupil is getting the better of you, Aragorn. You're getting old, my friend." Legolas stated, that smile on his handsome face again. Mÿne stroke her hair behind her ear again and crossed her arms again, laughing slightly when Aragorn stood again.

"Go take a bath, you." Aragorn said, pushing her out of the corridor with a grin on his face, "The meeting will soon start."


So Mÿne went into her room again, strapped off her weapons and pulled off her cloak. She kicked out her boots and soon enough an elven maid appeared. It was like she'd overheard her conversation with Aragorn, because soon enough a tub inside her room was filled with warm water.

Mÿne unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it over her head. She took a moment to look at the new bruises on her side, painfully blueish purple. Tearing her gaze away, she stepped into the wooden tub and sunk down beneath the warm waters.

Mÿne still wasn't, and would never get, used to taking a bath. Steam whirled around her and she watched as one of the maids took her old clothes to wash them. Another placed a dress on her bed. Mÿne made a face, she didn't really like dresses that much.

"Is that really necessary?" she asked the maid, who laid it out perfectly.

"Lord Elrond requested it, milady" the maid answered shortly, before she took her leave.

Mÿne sighed and eyed the dress. At least it wasn't that flamboyant. It was a simple green, made from roughspun material. It seemed Lord Elrond knew her well enough to dress her up in purples and blues, like lady Arwen sometimes did.

For now she just enjoyed the hot water around herself. When she was done washing herself she pulled herself out of the tub and dried herself with the soft cloths they'd brought. She slipped the dress over her head and looked at her bare toes. Grabbing the pair of boots she had been wearing earlier, she quickly slipped them on, and pulled her hair into a defty knot. At least, as defty as her hair would let it be. A few strands of hair framed her face.

Half an hour later Aragorn's voice, muffled by the thick door, said: "Mÿne, are you finished yet? The meeting is about to start."