Author's Notes: Hello, I know this is only short but I wrote it today and still manages to sleep in both mid morning and mid afternoon. Yes it's summer and I can sleep at any point in the day so long as I am bored and sleepy. Oh and it's finally rained where I live. Tuesday, if the met office is right, might give me inspiration to write a storm into the story. In othere words, there's a thunder and lightning storm conning. I love storms and once again please review and stuff

Archway of Light

The surrounded by Haldir's men we made our way threw the forest. Horus had to stay on my shoulder to prevent him for seeing something that was not meant for his sharp eyes to see. The Hobbits stuck closely together talking quietly amongst themselves about the Shire. Aragorn muttered to Coren and Boromir. Gimli was speaking to Legolas trying to persuade him into telling his father to allow dwarves to mine in Mirkwood's caves in mountains to look for Mithril.

A glade of towering trees raised above us. The company came to a stop. We had walked threw the night to get here but we would to be another day till we reached the glade.

"Caras Galadho, the heart of Elvendom on earth. Realm of the Lord Celeborn and of Galadriel, Lady of Light" Haldir spoke in awe. The company began again, moving threw the silent woods.

'I think I am the first of my kind to fly in this land. I do not hear the whispers of my ancestors past conversations, here. It is silent.' Horus spoke into my head. I smiled and walked on with him perched on my right shoulder.

'Maybe. But I do not think I am the first of the Nymphs to walk here. There a books about this place in the liberary back home, written by Sir Frife. He wrote 'Though the hole remains in my heart, the woodland realms of the Lady of Light has reminded me who I am and what I must do'

Branwell was Sir Frife's Phoenix who had been killed by an arrow of an Orc. Sir Frife had been sent to the South lying realms to warn them of the growing Orc population and the evil bastard children of the Ungoliant that was before the rise of Sauron. The way back from Mirkwood to Castdeia he was attacked by a group of the Ungoliant's children and was killed. The notes were later found by a Elf and sent back to Castdeia to be made into a book to remember his bravery and skill for the written word.

Night came upon us without warning. The stars sat clearly in the sky with the glowing, silver moon. We passed past the watching eyes of the Lorien Elves. The sound of calming music filled our heats. Somewhere in the forest sung a harmony of elves and played a serenade of lightly strung harps.

Under the watch of the blue moonlight we ascended a twisting stairs case the wound up a humongous tree trunk. We passed many platforms of working Elves. Elven children ran passed us with beaming smiles and high pitched laughter.

Fragile silver lights sat in the trees lighting up the pathway. These lighters were pieces of Luna Glass. They reflected the light of the moon and magnified it into the purest of silver.

The steps stopped before an archway filled the a blinding white light. Two Elven women played their harps in the tune of the voices all around us. All talk stopped and now all you could hear was the music. But it was not long before the harpers came to finish their song.

Out from the archway walked a couple, hand in hand. Both of their hair were like strand of gold. The man was tall with the eyes of a person who had lived many lifetimes of Men. The woman stood next to her husband with a straight face. Her blue eyes seemed to look into your heart and look for faults that had to be fixed. I bowed my head and looked at my feet. Wow, my shoes were messed up. The leather was scuffed and was covered in ash and mud.

"The Enemy knows you have entered here. What hope you had in secrecy is now gone." Celeborn spoke harshly but not in a way to offend us. It was a warning and we all knew it. He looked at the Fellowship, scouring to find a face he wished to see. "Nine there are here, yet ten set out from Rivendell." He said looking around once more to be sure he do not miss Gandald's face in the group nine members of the Fellowship. But still, he did not find Gandalf's frail face and his swaying white beard. "Tell me, where is Gandalf. For I much desire to speak with him. I can no longer see him from afar."

During the time her husband spoke, Galadriel looked into the air as dazed by some deep thought of an image. Her eyes widened and her smile drooped. She looked to his husband as tightened her grip on his hand. "Gandalf the Grey did not pass the borders of this land. He has fallen into shadow."

Celeborn froze with his mouth open as if to say something. He looked to us for a explanation that came in the form of Legolas's words of what had passed and befallen on Gandalf. "He was taken by both Shadow and Flame: a Balrog of Morgoth. For we went needlessly into the net of Moria."

Gimli dropped his head and whimpered words of his people. Only this time he was using it to express his sadness rather than to express how well he could curse and swear.

"Needless were none of the deeds of Gandalf in life. We do not yet know his whole purpose." Galadriel paused with her words and looked to the Dwarf with sympathetic eyes and sorrow in her heart. "Do not let the great emptiness of Khazad-dûm fill your heart, Gimli, son of Glóin. For the world has grown full of peril. And in all lands, love is now mingled with grief." Gimli looked up with tearfully eyes which he wiped away only for more to arrive in their place.

Celeborn let go of his wife's hand and held the them in front of him with them clasped together. "What now becomes of this Fellowship? Without Gandalf, hope is lost."

I gulped. Celeborn was right on so many levels. Gandalf was like the roots of the Fellowship's tree. He kept the unsteady bits of the tree level and gave us confidence when we lacked it.

"The quest stands upon the edge of a knife. Stray but a little and it will fail to the ruin of all. Yet hope remains while the company is true." Galadriel spoke true words. She almost sounded like a skill philosopher, then again the amount of time she has been on this world would make anyone think philosophically.

She smiled peacefully and looked down at us. Her eyes stayed on each of faces for a fraction of a second taking in what it was there. Whether it was sadness, loneliness of any other sort of feeling. But, what did not know them was that she was also studying the way we thought and act. "Do not let your hearts be troubled. Go now and rest for you are weary with sorrow and much toil. Tonight you will sleep in peace."