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Trouble in Rivendell

The prince of Mirkwood quickly dismounted his horse and took an eager look at the beautiful scenery of Rivendell. His horse along with his company's horses were taken away to the stables by a few stable boys. The elves were not the only ones to ride into Rivendell. Men from Gondor had rode in on steeds of their own. They were set in their own awe with the sights of Rivendell.

"Welcome to Rivendell my lords." A female appeared before the large group. Everyone stopped their gazes at the scenery to focus on the elven maiden. She smiled at the group.

"I bid you to please follow me. Your things shall be placed in the appropriate places so there is no need to worry."

The maiden made her way into the House of Elrond, everyone following behind her. Legolas noticed with much distaste that it would not just be men and elves at the council but dwarves as well. The dwarves came in on no horses (because of their height) but strolled in and quickly joined the moving group. In his observation Legolas fell behind. He took one step towards the palace and could take no other steps.

His eyes caught a familiar figure. A figure he had missed more deeply than he realized. Yes, it was her, it had to be her. Why would his eyes deceive him so?

Sitting under a tree, looking slightly tired was Amara.

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Aragorn had gone saying he had some things to take care of. Amara did not question him, but only because he had tired her out between the tickling and the sword training. Her brother had offered to walk her back but she declined, wanting to stay in the private clearing. So she laid out on grass and leaves. Middle Earth was much more peaceful than the hectic Los Angeles that she came from.

She sat there for what felt like eternity with her eyes closed. The sound of horses neighing made the empath sit up. Pushing her glasses up the bridge of her nose, she stood and followed the noise. The noises led her a ways from the clearing. She had to move some stray tree branches out of her way, but she found the source of the noises.

There was a huge party of men, elves, and dwarves. With such a large group she kept those walls up that blocked everyone's emotions. Making little noise, she jogged over to a tree and sat beneath it, winded from the activities.

"This must be those who are going to attend the council," Amara said.

Amara watched as the large group looked around and then as a female elf began to lead them indoors. This was real, the Ring was really something that could destroy Middle Earth and since she was in Middle Earth...

She swallowed a great lump in her throat and watched the dwarves make their small but heavy strides. Half the group was already inside when Amara realized something, among the elves there had to be one elf. There had to be the very prince who set her on the right track. She looked away from the dwarves with a heavy sigh. There was so much going on without him getting painted into the picture.

"He left me," she reminded herself and her anger came back. "Without a good bye. I don't need to see him. I have this ability to deal with, a brother to get to know..." Amara trailed off, her anger ablaze. Her orbs traveled over the waning group and stopped on a figure who was staring at her. This ultimately made her freeze.

How long she actually stayed in that sitting position beneath the tree she did not know, but almost mechanically she stood and started walking towards the figure. The air around her seemed to freeze, as if it felt the very anger gushing through her veins. Her blue eyes seemed to turn their bluest. So blue they were that they appeared black.

Everyone had gone inside and it was just her now and the prince she had not seen for two years.

Amara stopped mere inches from the prince of Mirkwood. He appeared just as he had two years ago. Nothing about him had changed. His crystal blue eyes that had once made her heart flutter had now made it stop cold, though not literally. The golden hair that he possessed that had at one point made her want to run her fingers through it now made her want to pull it with insanity. Overall, the prince of Mirkwood infuriated her.

"Amara."

The empath closed her eyes, trying to block out his voice. 'He left me,' her thoughts reminded her.

She fumbled around her neck until her hand hit that familiar chain. Opening her eyes, she yanked on the small delicate chain until it broke.

"Here," Amara spat, throwing the necklace at Legolas. "When you left you forgot this."

The necklace landed on the ground. Legolas looked at Amara with shock and sadness in his eyes. Confusion over took him. Never had he seen Amara in the state that she was in. He wanted to speak, to say something, anything to get her to tell him what was the matter, but no words would form in his mouth let alone his head.

After two years what could he have done to make her this mad?

"Amara," Legolas said softly.

Amara shook her head and pushed passed him, running back inside the palace. Legolas turned to watch her retreating form until she disappeared from his view. He turned around and picked the necklace up from the ground. Holding it in the palm of his hand, he recognized it to be the gift he had given her for her birthday. In the palm of his hand laid the broken chain that held a small silver bird.

A/N: Sorry that was a short chapter, but I promise if I get reviews I will update within the next few days! Buh-Bye now.