Throughout the way to Rivendell I never spoke a word, just as he did so with me. It was as if we were forced travelers who never knew each other, which was exactly what we were, except for the 'never knew each other' part. I walked with my hands crossed over my chest, while he walked with his hands placed on the back of his head. He turned to look at me every now and again, like I did with him. I didn't know why he did it, but I had a feeling it was because he was waiting for me to start communicating with him, which was something I wasn't planning to do. Finally I walked to a small clearing and looked around at my surroundings, completely perplexed. Mithfalas stopped next to me, sighing pathetically.

"We're lost aren't we?" I looked at him like he was the biggest idiot to ever exist, which was what he was.

"We're not lost until we don't know which path to take." I retorted stubbornly. Mithfalas nodded sitting on a nearby boulder embedded in the ground, his chin propped on his hand in boredom.

"Ok then, which path DO we take, princess?"

"Well…" I trailed off looking around at the dense foliage around us. I heard him exhale heavily, more of a yawn than a sigh.

"I knew it. You got us lost. I should've known better than to follow a princess like yourself." I turned around at him defiantly,

"What are you talking about? If you known the way then why didn't YOU just lead us? I know which path to take, I just can't think at the moment."

"Yeah, okay." He took out a small package from somewhere on his tunic. He unwrapped the carefully wrapped leaf, in which it revealed some hard pieces of lembas. He broke off a small piece and threw it in his mouth. He then broke off another piece and handed it to me, "You want some?"

"I'm fine." I said flatly. "How could you think of food at the moment?" I added absent-mindedly, not noticing how hungry I really was.

"Well… I didn't eat supper because I had to go and look for YOU, and besides I'm hungry, no use in thinking on an empty stomach. Come on. No need to be stubborn. Take a bite." I looked at him then at the lembas.

"If I faint because this piece of lembas is poisoned, then you will have to carry me home."

"Trust me, if I knew that it was poisoned, princess, I wouldn't be eating it myself. Besides if you do faint, then I wouldn't be much obliged to just drag you back to Rivendell." Replied Mithfalas to Iòmlindë, who looked like she was about to say something back, but then decided against it. Iòmlindë took the piece of lembas, half gratefully, and half hesitant, she then sat on the soft mossy ground, her dress flowing around her like an artificial white puddle. She popped the lembas in her mouth chewing, and to her surprise it was quite tasty. Iòmlindë was then full, after all one bite of lembas can fill a full-grown man, and Iòmlindë was much more than filled. Mithfalas then rewrapped the lembas and then hid the lembas somewhere in his tunic. He then looked around, whistling an old Elven song, and avoiding any eye contact with Iòmlindë. After a while he finally got up.

"Hey princess, I think I know the way out of here…" he waited for her voice to say,

'What do you know?' but instead no answer was heard. He then said,

"The fringes of the trees start to thin out here and grow away from this area… I think that means much more creatures come through this way. Preferably Elves like ourselves." He said picking up a broken arrow tip by his left foot. Still no answer. Mithfalas turned around to see a sleeping Iòmlindë, her face so relaxed, with no frustrated lines he was used to seeing creased upon her face. He sighed and shook his head, a light smile curled on his lips. He moved towards her, the sounds of his movement barely audible. He then carefully picked her up gently. One arm around her hips, and the other arm cradling her soft neck. Iòmlindë suddenly responded to his touch, like it was meant to happen, and she was expecting this. She snuggled closer to his chest, where it was warmer, and Mithfalas was forced to reposition his arms, in a more comfortable way. He then carried her, following his own path.

When Iòmlindë awoke she found herself in her room. She rubbed her eyes, and was very much surprised. Had this all been a dream? She got up from her bed and walked softly across the room. It seemed all so real…. And yet her clothes were completely changed like nothing ever happened. Her clothes were her soft night gown that she wore every night when she went to sleep, so it must've been a dream. Everything. Suddenly she heard a knock on the door, and her friend and also maid for Arwen, Telpëswiel, entered,

"Quel Re, Princess Iòmlindë, I hope you feel all better. Breakfast will be ready soon so it'll be best if you dressed now."

"Quel Re and Thank you Telpëswiel. I have no need to be helped dress so you may be excused now."

"Yes Princess." She then left. That's what Iòmlindë liked about her, she always obeyed Iòmlindë rather than always what her mother wanted. Iòmlindë then quickly dressed. Wearing something suitable for a typical breakfast in Rivendell. A light robe made of silk with the color of light down like the sunrise. Her hair was loosely up, fixed with a small tiara that held her hair in a small bun and then let her hair flow down to her shoulders. She then made her way downstairs.
When Iòmlindë was halfway down the steps she heard voices, more than one. She was just slightly cautious and wanted to run upstairs and change into something more formal, but decided against it. Who else could it be than just her mother's father or mother? Walking silently she entered the dining hall. There she saw her mother and father conversing with 2 other strangers.

"Oh my! Truly Legolas you must have been brave!" spoke her mother, nibbling another piece of her bread.

"Ah, now Arwen. If it wasn't for Gimli, I surely would have died…" they must have been really close to call Iòmlindë's mother Arwen than just Queen Evenstar. Even her parents only called her Queen Arwen. Suddenly Aragorn looked up at the sound of Iòmlindë's soft footsteps.

"Iòmlindë! I'm so glad you are awake! Come sit down here with us." Iòmlindë did what she was bidden and walked royally down the large chamber, where a table was set in the middle for a small crowd of 5 or 6 to sit down and eat breakfast, like they were doing now. Iòmlindë's eyes quickly set on one particular elf dining with her parents. Iòmlindë was about to pull the chair out to sit on, but then the elf she was looking at stopped her,

"Allow me Princess." He then pulled the chair for her, and Iòmlindë sat down on it promptly. Her breath found her shortly,

"Thank you Mithfalas. If I remember that is your name, am I correct?" the elf bowed low,

"Ah yes it is your majesty. And what a fine memory you have. It is justly regal of how fine your daughter looks today, must I add." Mithfalas added to Arwen and Aragorn. Iòmlindë was still gaping at Mithfalas, so last night wasn't a dream. Arwen then continued,

"Oh thank you Mithfalas, you are so very generous."

"Only honest my Queen." Arwen then smiled at Iòmlindë,

"Iòmlindë, you should be thankful to Mithfalas, he was the one who brought you back home from Rivendell. I was awfully worried that you might have gotten lost."

"Is that so mother? Then Mithfalas surely does deserve a thank you," then nodding to Mithfalas, "Thank you Mithfalas, it is very much appreciated of your deed." He just smiled back,

"Your gratitude is to great my Princess." They were both very much surprised at how quickly their attitudes had changed. Iòmlindë smiled curtly,

"I must go to my chamber now. Please excuse me." Iòmlindë then walked out hearing from Legolas,

"What a fair daughter you have, it's no wonder everyone calls her the best Princess of Elves and Men…"

I had to gather my strength, even though I had not eaten my breakfast, my knees felt so awkward and weak speaking with Mithfalas. His face was much more beautiful in the sunlight. What am I thinking? He's just a rude brute. Instead of walking to my chambers I walked outside to the forest, my mind still reeling. If I had known any better, he DID say that I looked fair. I felt my knees weaken again. Oh… he thinks I am fair…. I felt like slapping myself. Surely I wouldn't be falling for him. But my heart feels giddy…. What is this feeling? I had to pull myself together. I walked towards my secret path of which it led to an underground spring. It wasn't to deep in the ground, and it was certainly brighter than usual. The ferns and herbs that flowered the ground seemed to glow a faded evergreen that you only see in dreams. Sitting upon the roots of an old oak tree that happened to bury into the dir around me, I felt my hands instantly grip the soft mossy leaves. I decided that having a morning bath shouldn't feel so bad. Undressing carefully from my robes, and still with my tiara on, I dipped my body slowly into the sacred water. It was cold against the first touch but then it seemed to hug myself, into warm delicate massages. I finally let the water take me over, and let my mind seep any place it seemed, and surpassing what I usually think of. I felt like I was dozing off, and not paying attention at all with that I was doing before hand. Suddenly I heard a twig crack, and my eyes flew open looking around, alarmed. There, seeming to just freeze in mid-move was Mithfalas.