The day had been beautiful, the light of the sun undeterred throughout. There also, the softest of caresses which gave sway to the leaven trees and vegetation of the ground. I quite enjoyed afternoons such as this, but not as much as the night that would follow. The sky would be clear, and the moon and stars bright. Perhaps a midnight hunt would prove beneficial to the next feasting that was to be had. Pondering the idea, I twiddled with the quill that was in my right hand (my writing hand) - allowing the thoughts of finishing up the letter of reply that sat on my desk, addressed to my sister, to be pushed from the front of my mind to the back. 

Setting the quill down atop the bottle of ink, I rose from my chair and strode across my room to where my bow and arrow filled quiver hung on the wall above my bed. The sun would fall in a few more hours, giving rise the moon. If I left now, I could make it into the woods just before sunset. Leaning forward over my bed, I grasped my weaponry from their holsters on the stone structured wall and pulled them to me. Once both were secured across my back, I turned on my heels for the door. Before crossing over the threshold, I cast a narrowed glance back at the blank parchment that had laid untouched on my desk for the past three days. I'd return to it later.

Teveniel had wrote me from the very fist day she and Eveän left for Lothlorien. I wasn't sure why. I wasn't exactly the best of sisters, but I guess she felt sorry for me or something. I never thought to ask her. When I returned to Rivendell two years after my father's death (during which time they'd fled), I found my chambers littered with all of the letters she'd sent me. It was always a pain to reply to her, and every time I'd procrastinate until I could put it off no more. I did enjoy writing to her, but a thousand years of the same talk could really drain a person of muse. 

Suppressing a sigh from passing through my lips, I continued on my venture.