Solatiri sighed as she sat on a balcony reading a book on Elvish history. She hadn't spoken to Boromir since that little incident with the Shards of Narsil. Mostly because Boromir didn't feel like talking. She hoped he was alright. That man who watched them really spooked him.

"You worry about someone you hold dear", Solatiri heard a soft voice say.

She turned to see an elf with long dark hair and light eyes. Solatiri closed her book and stood giving a bow of respect.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe we've met", she said. "I am Solatiri."

"I am Arwen", the Elf said. "I know you worry about someone."

"How do you know that?"

"You can see it clearly", Arwen answered. "That Man you were with earlier, you worry for him."

Solatiri smiled as she nodded.

"I'm worried he'll leave me when I least expect it. He told me he didn't want me to come here numerous times."

"Why did you come then?"

"Because I love him", she answered. "I can't leave with him."

"It is understandable", Arwen said.

"Now if he could just understand", Solatiri said. "He doesn't know he means everything to me."

"You should tell him. The feelings will be returned."

"How can you be so sure?"

"He cares too", Arwen said. "Come. We are having a banquet to welcome the guests before the Council tomorrow."

Solatiri followed Arwen to a grand hall. There were tables filled with guests: Men, Elves, and Dwarves. One table in particular had a Wizard with a long grey beard and four smaller people. They looked old enough to be adults, but they were the size of children. Solatiri spotted Boromir sitting with men and took a seat with him.

"Glad you could join us", he whispered.

"Boromir, who are they?" Solatiri asked looking at the little people. "What are they?"

"Apparently they're called Hobbits", Boromir answered.

"Hobbits? I don't think I've heard of such a thing."

Everyone turned their attention as Elrond stood.

"Welcome guests to Rivendell", he said. "We are joined here this evening to form an alliance such as never has been done before. However, tonight we shall eat and rest in peace. We will discuss such matters tomorrow."

Everyone returned to their conversations as Elrond sat back down. Solatiri turned her attention back to Boromir.

"Are you well?" she asked.

"Of course I am", Boromir answered. "Why would you ask such a thing?"

"I was just concerned about you. You haven't spoken to me in hours."

"There's nothing for us to talk about."

Solatiri turned to the Elves in the center of the room. They started playing soft music to keep everyone entertained. Solatiri stood and walked toward them.

"It's beautiful", she said.

"Thank you, my lady", one Elf said.

Solatiri smiled as she hummed along with the music. Everyone turned to watch her as she began singing. Boromir, in particular, had a mesmerized look as he heard her voice.

"May it be an evening star

Shines down upon you

May it be when darkness falls

Your heart will be true"

Solatiri looked at Boromir as he looked back at her. He wondered where she learned this song from. This was not a folk song from Gondor.

"You walk a lonely road

Oh! How far you are from home"

The music played soft as Solatiri closed her eyes, singing along.

"Mornië utúlië

Believe and you will find your way

Mornië alantië

A promise lives within you now

Solatiri looked across the room to see who was watching. Everyone was as they kept a smile on their faces. They were actually enjoying it.

"May it be the shadow's call

Will fly away

May it be your journey on

To light the day"

She smiled the see two of the four Hobbits watching her with a dreamy smile on their faces. The other two watched her in awe.

"When the night is overcome

You may rise to find the sun"

The Dwarves however looked less impressed than everyone else. Then again, they were Dwarves. They cared not for the culture of the Elves.

"Mornië utúlië

Believe and you will find your way

Mornië alantië

A promise lives within you now"

Solatiri looked back at Boromir who still had that mesmerized look, but now had a dreamy look in his eyes. It was something she had never seen before.

"A promise lives within you…now"

Mornië alantië = Quenya: Darkness has fallen

Mornië utúlië = Quenya: Darkness has come

Song used: May it Be by Enya