[Arien]

Belegond walked through Rivendell in awe. It was quite beautiful. That was to put it lightly. It was full of love and sadness; he had never seen a place as such. Save for Lothlorien. Mirkwood and Ithilien were also beautiful, but here it was so much so that it was indescribable. It was now almost deserted, how he would have loved to come her in times when the elves played, lived and learned freely upon the land. He had heard it was a great place of wisdom and the gracious Lord Elrond gave refuge to those with good hearts. That would have been an experience. And it saddened Belegond’s heart to know that this realm would soon diminish and be forgotten in time, like so many other things of beauty.

He stood for a while beside a waterfall while he collected his thoughts. The water ran fluently to the small river by his feet and continued past and elvenhome. The water was clear, perfect. He sat down on the cool, lush green grass and ran his hand through the water. It was cold, but refreshing to touch. He then lay back and sighed. Above him clouds past him by and the sun rose high in the sky, time seemed to stand still. Everything was silent, all but for the water, it was so peaceful and calming. He closed his eyes and thought of the journey.

Erebor, they were half way there. But the worst was still to come, he was sure of this. Caradhras would be no easy task, and then there was actually defending Erebor. Kili seemed to be okay; well at least Belegond hoped he was ok. He should be. And then once again Belegond thought of Yanithe. He had not really talked to her since the Prancing Pony and was for some reason eager to speak to her again. He was sure that she would be fine, for she was headstrong and brave. But she was always in his thoughts, and this troubled him. He often wondered why, surely he could not love her! That was absurd! He hardly knew her and yet he doubted himself.

[ March 15, 2003: Message edited by: Arien ]