Arenial went over to the night stand, next to her bed, and took out a box. Inside the box was a letter from Legolas. He had left it for her the day he left. It said:
“My Dearest Arenial,
I have gone to Lothlorien to visit a very old friend. We have not seen each other in many years and I wish to see him again. I am very sorry I didn’t say goodbye to you in person, but you were asleep and I didn’t want to wake you. I shall not be too long; only a few weeks. I hope to see you soon,
Your Best Friend, Legolas”
Arenial sighed as she put the letter back in the box. The she lay down and went to sleep.
She awoke, the next morning, with the Sun, as she always did. She spent the day packing and getting ready for her search for Legolas. She had a tunic a pair of trousers and a pair of boots. She would wear these on her trip. She also had a hooded cloak that she claspped together with a pin in the shape of a sunflower. Her mother had given it to her. She packed several types of food and supplies; like rope. Though she didn’t know what she would need it for, she decided to bring it anyway. Then she went to the stables where her horse, Larien, was. She was a beautiful chestnut mare with a long, white mane. Arenial made sure her horse was well fed for the next day.
Arenial was up, the nest day, well before the Sun, for she wanted to be long gone before her father woke up. She quickly dresses in her tunic, trousers and boots, and braided her long hair. Then she went to find her weapons. She had a sword, two daggers and a bow with a quiver full of arrows.
Her sword was lond and it had Elvish runes running along the blade. The hilt was beautifuly carved and it was set with yellow and green stones. Arenial named it “Sunflower” for the stones reminded her of the yellow petals and the green leaves of sunflowers. It, too, had been given to her by her mother. She strapped it onto her her belt.
Next she strapped on her daggers. They were, very much, like her sword but smaller. But, one had only yellow stones, so it was called “Sun” and the other had only green stones set into the hilt. This one was called “Greenwood” after the name of her home before the shadow appeared and it was called Mirkwood. Lastly, she slung her bow and quiver of arrows over her shoulder. At last, she was ready. She ran to the stables, leaped on her horse, and galloped away.
Arenial wrapped her cloak around her, along with an extra blanket. It had been three days since she had left, and, tonight, the wind cold blew blew fiercly. She huddled closer to her small fire. Beside her, Larien had lay down but she wasn’t asleep. Suddenly, Larien’s ears percked up and she lifted her head.
“What is it?”
Suddenly, behind her, a twig snapped. Arenial stood up and drew her sword to face whatever danger was near. Then, she saw a black shape in the woods. It was tall and appeared to be human.
“Who are you?”