Author's Note: Okay so I haven't updated in a while and I'm sorry. I won't lie I've been busy and just haven't gotten the time to write. I'm going to try and get better at that. I think I'll try to update at least once a week.

It has been weeks since the Fellowship has left; weeks since Lord Elrond informed me that now is not the time to go off on my own to visit my mother, yet it feels like countless life ages of Men. In the beginning I had been greatly frustrated by this and had planed to go off on my own without Lord Elrond knowing, but my better judgment took over and I wrest it from my mind, yet I cannot resist leaving any longer. I must go to my mother.

Now I sit on the edge of my balcony staring up at the stars, "You are not bound to loss and silence, for you are not bound to the circles of this world. All things must pass away; all life is doomed to fade…. Sorrowing you must go, and yet you are not without hope…. May the power of what is good in this world protect you in this time of great evil," I whisper looking up at the night sky. Lately I get little rest; my mind is too troubled to find peace.

"Alya, he will return," A voice behind me says, though it is a familiar one it catches me off guard.

"Arwen, how can you know this?" I ask, turning to her.

"Nothing is certain. Yet in hope I will trust, not despair" She replies.

"Aragorn," is all I reply for I do not feel the need to say anymore. He is a Ranger and spends much of his time in the wild leaving Arwen with only the hope that he will return.

"You say his name as if you dislike him." She observes.

"Clearly you know I do not; nevertheless what business of yours is it who I prefer and who I do not prefer?" I state trying to keep my temper under control. I do not mean for us to fight.

"You will not see the good in him; you see only that is that he is from the race of Men." Arwen replies her tone cool.

"Yet that much is still true; and you should not give up your immortal life for one such as Aragorn, you should not give up something so precious as that at all." I answer back, angered by her words, letting on to Arwen that I know of what happened to the Evenstar.

"As for the Evenstar, it is mine. As is this choice and I may do with it what I will. Aragorn is a good person, Alya. You will see that in time." Arwen replies.

"I cannot see any good left in the race of Men, for it was they who allowed the Ring to live on," I say my voice raising as I bring myself to my full height. How foolish I find those that have not lived through such times before. I find no hope for the race of men; Aragorn instilled this feeling within my heart long ago when he gave up his throne. Arwen is simply too young to understand.

"That is a surprise for it did not go unnoticed by me that you do not have to same feelings toward Boromir as you express toward Aragorn." Arwen replies her tone even and soft.

"Wanya!" I shout my voice raising even more, my body shaking with rage. For I have seen Boromir's fate and believe what is to happen saddening.

"You must try, for Aragorn in not what you perceive him to be." Arwen says, yet still she does not leave my chamber.

"What else have you come to tell me?' I accuse.

"My offer still stands," Arwen states before retreating back into the hall.

I begin to weep, "I must go, for I have hurt too many people. I let my temper cloud my better judgment." I whisper.

I return to the ledge. Remaining there for the duration of the night, I am unable to move. I can stay no more; for feel I am not welcome…Rivendell is no longer my home.

Next Morning

It is early in the morning, shortly after the sun has risen, that I find Lord Elrond. Though I do not believe he will change his answer I have to ask his permission to leave once more.

How can he simply tell me I am not allowed to go? Am I not strong enough, in his eyes, to make the journey? No, Lord Elrond is only making judgment based on what he thinks is proper. Yes, that is it. No! He thinks me too weak to travel alone, but I must go. Yes, I must. I will receive his wishes of safety. I shall go and then once again be at peace.

"Elrond, I must go." I say after I have found him. Holding back a stream tears, I know his answer will not have changed…nor will it ever. In my heart I know I must disobey him. It is the only way.

"My answer remains the same; I will not have you traveling alone." Elrond explains.

"Then send someone with me. I am not her Elrond; you cannot keep me here forever." I remind him.

"If this is what you want, so be it. You may go to your mother in Lórien. Though this does not mean I will lend you a horse to get there, Alya." Elrond replies, in a cold tone.

"I need not your permission to leave; I shall take Glorfindel's horse, Asfaloth, for he remains here." I respond.

"Alya, do not make a decision you will later regret." Elrond replies.

"I shan't regret this later, for I wish to be with my mother." I reply before walking away.

For the duration of the day I keep to myself, preparing to leave. I know not of how treacherous the journey will prove to be with the enemy on the move yet it should only take a week by way of horse. I only carry with me that which I will need, lembas bread, and my weapon. Fingering my bow I am pulled back to the day I received this weapon. It was a birthday present, from my father. Though it is not of the best make it proved sufficient when I was first learning. I set out a riding dress which I shall change into later. Now I must find Arwen.

That Night

The moon is high in the night sky before I change into my riding outfit, a crimson colored riding dress, and my hunting boots. I pulled my ebony hair back into a braid and head out for the stables. Arwen has kept true to her promise, Asfaloth, shall be ready in the stables.

"So, this is what you choose?" Brianna asks, coming to walk alongside me.

"If Middle-earth is coming to its end I wish to spend the last days with my mother." I reply. "If you wish, I will allow you to accompany me to Lothlórien. There you can stay as long as you wish and when the time comes when it is safe to be reunited with your own kin."

"If I may I wish to stay in Rivendell, for it has been my home for many years. May your journey be a safe one…Alya of Lothlórien." Brianna says before melting into the shadows.

I nod into the darkness before entering into the stables. There Arwen waits; Asfaloth is already saddled and ready for the long journey ahead.

"Ride swift and may the power of the Valar protect you." Arwen says as I mount.

"Thank you," I respond with a nod before gently nudging the horse.

As I ride to the edge of Rivendell I take in the landscape, the trees are just beginning to bud. I see various night animals crawling about the ground looking for food. Deer nibbling on the new green leaves, rabbits eating the few berries that are near to the ground and tiny mice scurrying about looking for any bits of food that might have fallen.

With one last look back at the magnificent dwelling of Lord Elrond I feel no regret; I am ready to return home.

Wanya—Out