No one in particular's P.O.V

"Elrond, Elrond, Elrond... That would be in rivendel! That's such a long way, why is Legolas going, not Thruandil?" Leaiwen' some head buzzed with questions. As she packed her bag, lily muttered to herself, angry that legolas had just left, but a bit out of breath, the end of the letter had stunned her. She had never imagined that legolas had feelings for her. She thought that he would have a beautiful princess waiting for back at the palace. But surely Thruandil would not allow them to be in any form of relationship, word had it that the King was not happy with them spending any time together at all. her bag ready, she took off, running through the corridors and halls, her lungs where filled with the scent of blood. She looked down to her shins. Blood dripped around her legs, making red splotches on her hunting boots. She kept running, but instead of taking the door out to the main road through the forest, she turned right- into the stables.
Legola's horse was gone, this ment that he would reach rivendel within days.

Legolas P.O.V

I felt a huge surge if guilt as I mounted my horse. What if lily doesn't find my letter? What if she's hurt from those scratches, or worse, what if she's angry with me? I would never forgive myself if something happened to her. I only hope that I can return to her, and I hope that she feels the same way. I had to say that I loved her. Otherwise, what if we never saw each other again? I would never be able to express my feelings for her, I hope that she doesn't think any less of me. But, I can't help but hope. Hope that middle earth will come out of this war unharmed, and that suaron is defeated. My father was lucky enough to survive the first darkness. Living with only one scar- his wife, and my mother, was dead. He hated to talk about it, but I could see in the way that he looked at me, and how the people of Mirkwood had looked at me(for the first few years if my life) that I, legolas Greenleaf had something to do with it. I lived with this regret for the rest of my life. Lily never seemed phased by anything. I had never seen her cry, even though she would be extremely upset if she knew who her father really was. After her mother died, she looked after herself. I'm sure that no harm would come to her whilst I was away. I still worried though.
The trees faded from young oaks to thick, dark, pine. Lots of pine trees. The light was scarcely visable. But the ground was soft, like it would collapse at any second, and the plants seemed to be coved with some form of web. Spiders.
Iyalen, my horse, began to trot, something had spooked her. Perhaps a leaf crunched in the distance, but I had heard nothing. Or mabey she had smelt something that I hadn't. And then I saw it. Something, or someone, had moved behind a tree. I urged her forwards. The eleven kings halls were now far behind me. There was no turning back now.

        
Leaiwen's P.O.V.

I whistled my tune to mai. Seconds later, I heard the tramp of horse hoofs, my horse came galloping into view. She was such an amazing companion to have- I could let her roam free, if I whistled , she would come. and, she was as black as the storm clouds before a storm. "Mian agorech?(what did you do?)" Mai tossed her head and lowered her it to the ground, as if to show eating. "So you ate?" Mai nodded her head solemnly. Lily took that as a yes. She put her hand up to the horses forehead and felt energy surge through her. Mai really was a fantastic partner to have.
Hoof prints were clearly marked in the mud from the recent rain, they smelt no more then twenty minutes old. I could catch legolas soon, only, do I want to be seen yet? I lent over mai's mane and urged her forward "Rohan uln ima. Rohan uln ima." She walked off into the forest, her mane and tail swishing behind her. I clung on round her neck, as she refused to have a saddle on her back.
Soon, we were trotting silently through Mirkwood, keeping only to the path. I knew that if I set my corse of of it, the cobbled road would be lost, and I would be spider food. A sweet humming filled my ears. Legolas! I swung myself to the ground and whispered to Mai, "go, run, be free. But come on my call." I always worried wetter she would come, but she had never failed to do so, not in a hundred and seventy six years. I began to follow legolas on foot- a tricky business as he was on horseback- running through the trees and making sure that my feet made no noise on the branches. I was sure that if the elf saw me, he would send me back to Mirkwood. And I wanted to see were he was going, to make sure that he stayed safe. I didn't want him to die. But I have heard tales of the one ring, that it corrupted all those who bore it, and of suaron the deceiver. Of his power over middle earth and how this power killed thousands of innocent people, covering the land in darkness. The letter had said that I would try to stop legolas from leaving. But, as much as I want my friend to stay safe, I could not risk the fate of middle earth over my selfishness. I would have let him go, but he was right about one thing, I would come with him. No matter what he said.
I was so caught up in my thoughts that I didn't notice that I couldn't see the prince any more.