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Three Hours Past Dawn,

December 8th 3018 TA,

Approximately 50 Miles from Rivendell

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Ara breathed in the fresh, early winter air and let out a relaxed and contended sigh as the sunlight infused her with its glorious warmth. This is pure bliss after the past couple days. Bliss. She thought happily to herself, refusing to think about the slight date issue. No don't think about that now. She lay draped against a perfectly round boulder which she had thrown her cloak over first and it was like resting upon a yoga ball… Just harder. Her sunglasses blocked out the glare of the sun behind her closed eyes, although the it barely bothered her keen Elven senses, and there was a good tune in her head; so good she could almost imagine she still had her iPod with her. She could hear the banter of Merry and Pippin and the sound of blade upon blade as they trained in an almost steady beat to verbal prompts from Aragorn and it seemed to mesh well with the music in her head. So much had happened between now and arriving in Imladris just seven days before. There had been her and her father's actual terrifying time pressed arrival when she had driven like a bat from hell to get them here at the right moment and then there had been the whole council fiasco the next day which nearly ended with the wrong outcome. Then there was whatever had happened after the council feast, which she still could not remember. Her lack of memory still disturbed her slightly because she really was unsure who to believe, Elladan or Legolas... Legolas... that condescending arse of a Wood-Elf Prince; she was still furious by what he had done to her ear. She gritted her teeth at the very thought. No, Ara we are chilling out, do not think of him. Then there was the entire Elven equivalent to paintball which somehow connected her and Legolas… Do not think about that damn Elf! And then there was the major spanner in the works which presented itself in the form of one irate Wood-Elf King which resulted in the kid… no Elfnapping, of a certain Prince which; she was sure the death-grip she'd received from his father would no doubt haunt her in dreams. Now the latest predicament was the fact they had left a day or, more precisely, an Imladris day earlier than they were meant to. The entire quest was now effectively days ahead of where it should be in the scheme of things; she dreaded what this would mean to them in coming days, or weeks. It was an outright disaster. She took another deep breath in and slowly released it. Relax no thoughts, no thoughts, breathe in, breathe out, breathe in, and breathe out. The song came back into her mind and she hummed the lyrics from the beginning and slowly began to relax again, a lazy smile upon her lips as she half meditated.

"Ara what are you humming?" Seriously? She opened her eyes and peered through her sunglasses to see a now all too familiar, fair face peering down at her from upside down and she jumped at his closeness.

"My God! Legolas must you do that?" She growled out at the pale, blonde haired Wood-Elf who gazed down at her like some archangel except; she knew butter didn't melt in his mouth.

"Perhaps if you did not have those ridiculous things over your eyes you would have seen me."

"Perhaps it is because I did see you. Personal space, sometimes I really think you Wood-Elves lack it." She retorted dryly.

"What were you singing?" He asked, choosing to ignore her wit.

"Uh 'Youth'."

"You should sing with words next time." He commented and she pushed up her sunglasses just so he could see her roll her eyes at him. Where he stood over her, he obscured the sun but she noticed now it made his hair look as if it were a halo of light. Not an angel, an arse.

"What exactly is your need to know what I am humming or singing and if you can hear it?" She asked tiredly. She really was tired, it had been a full on couple of days and stress levels had been high among them all, she really couldn't be bothered arguing with him right now. truthfully she just wished he would leave her be.

"Because I like it when you sing it is nice and your songs are so strange and intriguing." He smiled down at her and then it turned into a cool smirk. "And you are much nicer when you are singing." He added slyly and she glared up at him. Funny, I'm sure you were the one being a prat last night.

"Maybe you should not peeve me off so often." She growled out and he gave a dry laugh. "Honestly don't you have somewhere else to be? Watch duty? Sleeping? Sitting in a tree?" She replied with her own dry tone and he glared down at her.

"No I do not." He said and suddenly settled down to rest beside the rock she rested upon. "It is quite warm here I can see why you have chosen this spot for your humming."

"Sleeping Legolas, I am actually trying to sleep." She replied and a yawn escaped her.

"Then I shall rest here too, I am sure you will not mind." He said regally and she held in an annoyed sigh. Yes I do mind but go ahead. She thought sarcastically. This was her spot and the last one she wanted to be sharing it with was him. She really couldn't be bothered arguing or moving and he was in a decent enough mood really so she supposed she could allow it.

"Fine, just please do be quiet." She replied and he fell silent and, after a few moments, she closed her eyes and flipped her sunglasses back on, returning to her earlier train of thoughts; everything which had happened in the past seven, no technically eight days, if she included the day Glorfindel, her Elven father, received the actual summons…

Authors Note:

The next two chapters are based in the modern world and then the story will return back to Middle Earth, Third Age.

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