Okay guys, short chapter! More references to The Huntresses hidden here and there! And references to Brothers Under The Sun!

4

Not So Fast

In the morning, we rode out. Most of the remaining Fellowship was at the front of the column, myself included. I walked in between Brego and Cassan, as it would be at least a few more days before my stallion showed up.

But I was wrong. When we were within sight of Edoras, six horses and a wolf cut us off.

"We were wondering—"

"—Lady Wolf—"

"—When you would grace us—"

"—With you presence."

"Megan! Kendara!" Everlas cried. She slipped off her horse and ran to her sisters. Legolas did the same, albeit quite slower.

"Well, Myraneth? Aren't you glad to see us?" One of the blonde twins asked.

I smiled at my brothers. Elladan and Elrohir were my only blood brothers, but I still considered many more to be a part of my family. I embraced the young twins.

Estel, as usual, only had eyes for the wolf.

Russet and black, the Wolf stood almost to my waist. She was still quite young, and she had yet to grow out of her mischievous streak. Arwen and I had given her to Aragorn for his second birthday, and she had been with him almost all the time ever since.

"Riku!"

Riku draped her head over Aragorn's shoulder and he threw his arms around her.

I grinned, "It looks like Arwen's going to have to compete with Riku," I teased.

Aragorn aimed a lackluster punch at me and missed completely.

After I gave Riku a welcoming pat, one of the horses came and butted my chest in a typical horse greeting.

This horse was pure white except for a black patch that covered his whole head. He was Black March, Majesty's older brother.

It took me a while to realize we had not even acknowledged the last member of the party.

He was not an Elf; I knew that at first glance. His hair was short and a strange shade of green. I realized that it was the same colour as the leaves of Lothlorien in the summer.

It took only a moment for me to get a read on him.

First: He was a Fairy.

Second: He carried no—visible—weaponry except for a naked sword.

Third: I knew one hundred and seventy-two ways of killing him, including a very slow, very painful death involving Everlas' hair tie and two dozen blades of grass.

Fourth: He was absolutely breathtaking.

His ears extended an inch or two from his head, ending in a sharp point. He had violent storm-cloud-grey eyes, tapered ever so slightly on his face. As I watched, his thin lips turned upwards in a small smile. He had a recent scar from the corner of his right eye to his mouth.

And, a characteristic of every Fairy, he had wings.

Within a moment, I knew I had fallen, and fallen hard. For a Fairy, no less.

"Myraneth," Danny pulled me out of my inertness, "We bring word from Father. There is much to be done in Rivendell. He needs—"

But I already knew what Danny was getting at, "Ada needs me at home. But I am needed here!"

Legolas spoke, "Take Snow. Do not ignore a summon from your Father."

Legolas, leaning heavily on his twin sister, stepped away from the front of the column. He whistled. The sound was one I had only heard him make a few times before.

Greenleaf, as Prince of Mirkwood, was Lord of the Pegasi. We had giggled over that a few times, but not many.

Snow was just as her name said. She was pale white, shadowed in blue. I had ridden her only once before. The mare came when she was called.

As Snow flapped her enormous white wings, I called, "I'll be back within the fortnight!" I realized I had yet to even get the Fairy's name.

No! I cried in my thoughts, You are not, nor will you ever be, in love with a Fairy!

But I was.

And not even I could change the truth.