Star Song - Part 2 -- The Runaway

Author's Note: I forgot to name Part 1. I've decided to call it The Remembering. Enjoy reading Part 2!

Only a small sliver of the moon was shining in the black sky tonight. Luthien Calaelen gazed up at it. The Star was glowing faintly. She sighed. Tonight...she was running away to Gondor. To find Elrohir. To bring him back.

She heard footsteps echoing in the hall. Luthien lightly ran over to her bed and crawled in, fully clothed. She pulled the covers over her just as her mother, Enrila walked into the room.

"Luthien." Enrila voice came soft but firm.

"Yes Mother?"

"I want you to know that I'm sorry about Elrohir. Carwe told me about him...and you. Carwe didn't seem to pleased of your friendship with Elrohir. And I'm sure nothing bad has delayed Elrohir."

"Yes Mother." Luthien looked down.

Her mother placed a delicate hand under Luthien's chin and lifted her head.

"I want you to know that your father and I love you above everything else in this world. Don't forget that."

Luthien nodded. She was afraid that if she spoke she would cry.

"I'll leave you to sleep now. Good-night."

"'Night," Luthien croaked.

Her mother left the room with soft steps, as elves normally did.

Luthien laid back on her pillows, her mother's voice still ringing in her ear. "I want you to know that your father and I love you...don't forget that." Luthien brushed a tear from her cheek. Elrohir needed her, she reminded herself. She was going to him, though she would miss her family.

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Luthien slung her small bag over her shoulder. She quickly put Twilight's bridle on and mounted. She didn't a saddle; she was an elf. Her father didn't keep many saddles anyway.

She had left a note at home, placed on her neatly made bed.

Dear Mother and Father,

I must find Elrohir. I'm sorry to leave you, but I must. He's been gone to long. I love you.
I'll be back when I find him. I'm not sure how long that will take.
Please, don't follow me.

Peace and love be with you always,
Luthien Calaelen.

She rode steadily for nearly two hours at a canter before she stopped. She knew her parents would not heed her request to not follow her. They loved her too much. So she would try to be as far as possible from Rivendell. She had traveled north, for there was a passage through the Misty Mountains that hardly none knew of. Her father had brought her through it once a few years ago; she hoped that she could find it again.

She breathed in the cold night air. Onward, to the Airdelona Pass.

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