Anoron had to practically shake me to death to get me to wake up in the morning.

"What if I don't want to go! Boromir scares me and Legolas is creeping me out!" I stuffed my head into my pillow.

"Aragorn will be there, and the hobbits," replied Anoron.

"What if I die? I can't use weapons!"
I tried flailing my arms around for a more dramatic excuse.

"Didn't you say Legolas was going to teach you?"

"Ugh."

"Come on," he knelt beside the bed and looked me in the eyes, "it may seriously be good for you. Maybe a little adventure is what you need. Explore what it's like to be an elf for a bit."
He pulled me up out of the bed.

"Go away while I get ready."

"Fine," he said, "just don't escape out the window while I'm on the other side of the door."

I quickly got into my "adventure clothes" and pulled my quiver over my back diagonally. I put my sword sheaths in an "X" across my back and slipped the blades into them. I pulled on my boots and quickly braided my hair back.
'You look like Katniss.' I thought, 'Shut up brain.'

I popped out of the door hoping to scare Anoron, but the only thing visible was a Legolas- halfway up a pillar and clutching to it for dear life.

"Y-you, ah, s-scared me." He was obviously embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry! I thought you where Anoron." I walked over to the pole in hopes to help him down, but he just let go and dropped. Elves where seriously awesome.

"Well, I brought you this." He held out a beautiful elvish bow made from pale white wood and an amazing string. There were elvish Tengwar runes engraved along the wood.

"Rhoevien: Guardian of the Forests," I read out loud, "Its so amazing, thank you so much!" I sorta just leapt up onto him and enveloped him in a huge hug. He seemed to be fine.

"Well, the Fellowship is leaving in maybe half an hour, do you need to eat? Maybe we could practice archery?" He had a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

"Sure! That would be amazing!" I said quickly and be grabbed my hand, dragging me to the archery range.

The range was an open field with a few targets here and there. Most of them varied in distance from a stone walkway that cut through the field. A few deer were poking around at the edge of the woods, well within range, but nobody shot at them.
I was watching the calm deer eat the grass at the end of the meadow when I heard an arrow whizz by my head. It thunked into the deer in its side, its heart. I spun around to see Aragorn standing there with a smug grin on his face, high-fiving a few rowdy bystanders.

"'At was a good one," said one of his men with a heavy accent, "are ya goin' a shoot another?"

"No no, then I'd have all the elves in Rivendell chasing after me," he nodded in Arwen's direction, "and I've already got one." A few of the men chuckled and strode away.

'What was that all about?' I thought, 'that was a pretty low move, for the future king of Gondor.'

"Hey now, don't fret," I felt Legolas's warm hand on my shoulder, "there are plenty more deer in the woods."

"Well, ah, okay. Let's go." I grabbed my bow from where it was slung across my shoulder and nocked an arrow from my quiver carefully. I held it up as if to aim and looked over at the Prince.

"Try aiming after you pull back, it's slower but easier."

I pulled the bowstring back to my ear, it was surprisingly easy, and took aim. I looked down my arrow and pointed the tip a little higher than the target I was shooting for.

Legolas nodded and I let go.

Everything was in slow motion. I saw the arrow approaching the target, and I thought it would pass over the top, but it plunked down right in the middle. Legolas looked almost as stunned as I was.

"T-that was amazing."

"I've tried to shoot before," I started, "and I did absolutely horrible. I can't believe I did that well."

"Well then, this time try aiming before you pull back."

I pointed my arrow at the same target, yanked back on the string, and was about to let go when I felt someone tugging on my bow.
Legolas put his hand over mine on the wood and gently corrected my aim.

"Try this instead," he said softly.
"Okay."
I was nervous and feeling quite shy this time I let the arrow fly. But it shot straight at the target and split the last arrow in half down to the arrowhead.

"Well there goes one of my arrows," I joked sarcastically. Legolas got it and made a little "tsk tsk" sound.

"Very well done."
"Ah, thank you sir."

He pulled one of my blades from its sheath. He twirled it around a little and handed it to me.
"These are very nice blades. They are light and very sharp." He smiled and extended the handle towards me.

"Diola lle," Thank you, I said kindly.

"It speaks!" He clapped his hands in a "Bravo! Bravo!"

I laughed slightly, "Should we be getting back?"

"Oh yes," he smiled, "almost forgot."

We walked back to the circle of chairs where the Council was held the night before. The halflings were already there, as were Boromir and Aragorn. I decided to go back to my room to grab my book.

I had decided that I probably wouldn't have any time to write on such a long journey, and had left my leather book in my room. But now I was thinking that perhaps the haiku's would be a better way to document and record the journey, as we knew Elrond's Recorder Tekil was not to be trusted.

"I have to grab something from my room, I forgot it when we went to the Archery Range." The Prince nodded and held my bow for me.

"Be back soon."

I ran off to find my way back to the room I had stayed in the night before. Soon enough I found the familiar door and pushed my way in, to find my leatherbound journal lying on the bed. I grabbed it and stuffed it into my quiver. 49 arrows and One book.

Running back to the circle I noticed that everyone was assembling at the gate.

"We await the she-elf." Gandalf seemed annoyed.
I quickly sprinted to my place beside Legolas and Aragorn.
"Mae govannen." Well met.
"Vedui'." Greetings. Aragorn too was being rude and snappy.
"Le naa curucuar," You are a skillful bowman. I laughed a little and smiled at Legolas's compliment.

"If we are done," Elrond looked directly at me, "everyone pose and allow Tekil to get a rough sketch."
The Fellowship all stood together, and the Prince put his hand on my shoulder.
Elrond rushed forward and combed down Gimli's beard. The dwarf swatted at him and in return knotted up Elrond's hair with the comb.
The elf quickly retreated.

"That's good enough," Elrond looked over at Tekil's canvas, "we can have a painter fill in the color if you will note the right tones." Tekil took a long look at each of the Fellowship members and jotted down color descriptions.

"Well then, we'd better be off!" Gandalf patted Frodo on the head and started walking, the Fellowship followed after him.

"AHEM, Frodo is the leader." Elrond was red in the face and extremely angry.
"I'll watch him for you," Legolas said to Elrond.

"One does not simply walk into Mordor!" Boromir was still trying to get Elrond to call off the quest.

"But one may ride into Mordor, in style I may add," Elrond winked at Boromir and led out five horses, including Umbár and Narwa. One of the horses was brightly colored pink, and Elrond handed it's reins straight to Boromir. Aragorn took Narwa and Gandalf quickly adopted Umbár, so a beautiful pale white and grey stallion nuzzled up to me.
Legolas smirked and mounted a bay mare.

Included in the small crowd of people watching us leave were Anoron and Arwen. It was hard to go off on another journey without Anoron's jokes and hair fire lighting. I had felt safe traveling through Middle Earth with him. And even if I thought I knew these characters so well, they were nothing like the book described. Would I even make it through the mission with these new people?

It had been two hours of walking and the sun was starting to set. Dark clouds were assembling on the horizon, and they looked purple against the red sky.

"You are troubled." I looked up to see a familiar face wreathed in blond locks looking back at me.

"I, I don't know. I thought it would be easier to get along with all these people," I gestured towards the group, "Aragorn is rude, Boromir isn't deadly and terrible, you actually do stuff, Gimli isn't a grump. I thought I had everything planned out for how I was going to act around everyone, and now I can't seem to figure it out. I've never really been talked to, and talking to the people I've dreamed about for years is even more unsettling."

"That was the most words I think I've heard you say at once," He smiled warmly as he tried to cheer me up, "but truly, what's bothering you?"

"Aragorn."
His face fell.

'Nice job Rhoe,' I thought.
"And you."