*NOTE*
Ferawen is portrayed by Camilla Belle.
Am Din Elenath
The sun shone down high from the sky, causing rays of light to dance through the trees, and it was a beautiful sight to behold. It was shining in such a way that it captured the essence and beauty of every single flower, every blade of grass. Yes, it was true. When it came to nature, Ferawen was captivated. Even now, she had seen this same sight a countless amount of times, yet it was still just as amazing as the first time. She was quite positive that even in another thousand years, she would still love it just as much.
With the sun dancing playfully across her pale cheeks and forehead, she took in a deep breath of the fresh air and closed her eyes. She was in her favorite spot of all time, a field of wildflowers and tall grass, and there were trees on all sides, enclosing the meadow. Ferawen was lying down on her back, her arms stretched out beside her, and there was a small smile pulling at the corner of her lips. Rivendell had been a wonderful home to her, but Eryn Silivren was proving to be just as capable of making her feel content.
Lying next to Ferawen's lean body was an old leather-bound book about two hundred pages deep. The parchment in the book was filled with Ferawen's eloquent handwriting. It was filled with different theories, recipes, stories, experiments, and anything else you might imagine. She even had her ink and pen sitting on top of that book, just in case she had wanted to do some extra exploring outside of the meadow. Thus far, she had not even attempted to remove herself from this spot, and having her book with her was proving to be useless. However, she was too caught up in the feeling of the warm sun against her skin to worry about such things.
The slight breeze brushing against the leaves on the trees sounded like the murmur of a soft song, and it seemed to be begging Ferawen to contribute to the melody. Or at least that's what she told herself before she started humming softly with her mouth still closed. She hummed the notes of a song she used to remember her mother singing to her before she died. Oh, it was turning out to be such a lovely day, and Ferawen wished it would never end.
It had been the faint sound of Ferawen's humming that had captured the attention of Legolas Greenleaf, the new prince of Eryn Silivren. Since the war of the rings had ended, elves from all cities had gathered together here at Eryn Silivren under the new rule of Legolas. It had been his title of Prince of Mirkwood that secured his new position. He was a trusted and loyal leader, and he was doing a miraculous job of cleaning up this city. The rubble and ashes from the war were slowly fading, and the city was turning back into the beautiful place it once was.
Ferawen had been so caught up in the moment that she hadn't even heard the approaching footsteps. Once she had her mind focused, she had a hard time paying attention to the real world. Naturally, when she heard the sudden sound of her prince's voice, her eyes snapped open, completely startled by the interruption.
"Forgive my curiosity, but don't you ever tire of getting caught off guard by my presence?" Legolas spoke in a teasing tone as he stood above her, looking down at her figure. The way he was standing was causing a shadow to fall upon Ferawen's face, so she could glance at him easily without having to squint against the bright sunlight. "Perhaps you should pay more attention to your surroundings."
"That is precisely what I am doing." She replied, a smile on her lips to match his own. "I pay attention to the land. Not the inhabitants of it."
The two exchanged a comfortable glance before Ferawen lightly closed her eyes again. The friendship between the two was an interesting one. Since the war of the rings had ended, Ferawen had been somewhat of a walking dictionary to Legolas. Her profession, appropriately enough, was a scholar. She dedicated her existence to learning as much as possible for the sole purpose of being able to teach her findings. Naturally, her knowledge was very useful to the prince. She was a loyal supporter of his, and he admired her impeccable curiosity.
"Am Din Elenath." Legolas spoke into the silence, his eyes wandering carelessly through the meadow.
"Do not speak in riddles, my prince." Ferawen begged as she opened her eyes yet again and looked up at him in curiously. She knew the words he spoke, but she did not know what they meant. Up against the stars, he said.
"I speak no riddles." He reassured her with a nod, quite amused by how curious she was now. "The melody you hum. Am Din Elenath. My father used to have it played for us."
A satisfied smile took over Ferawen's lips as she finally forced herself to sit up from the tall grass. Am Din Elenath was what her mother used to sing to her, and now she finally knew the title. She held out her hand expectantly with a teasing look in her eyes, and Legolas played along well. He reached down and pulled her up to her feet in one, swift movement. It was so quick, in fact, that he had to grab onto her arms to catch her before she just tumbled right back down from the force of it.
"Shall I accompany you home?" He asked as he let his hands fall from her arms back down to his sides. He hadn't even noticed the slight spark that flowed up his arms from the touch.
"And keep you from your royal duties? I would not dream of it." Ferawen had been just as oblivious to the spark as Legolas, perhaps even more so. She bent down to grab her book, pen, and ink before she stood back up straight, facing Legolas. "Farewell, my prince." And with a slight bow of her head, she turned gracefully on her heel and made her way out of the meadow and towards her home.
