“Elen síla lúmenn’ omentielvo, melnya!” She starts upon the breath of his soft, endearing greeting; it’s sound whispering through her soul. Indeed, a star is shining upon the hour of their meeting, as it is dark and still, deep into night. All manner of emotions pour through her mind, tumbling and shining like falling leaves. The Elf is here! Starlight casts aside faint shadow over his hair, silver and woven, lightly shimmering as long strands flit coyly around Elven features of cheekbone, jaw and ear. Deep in silver-blue depths a glimmer of humor and mischief lingers as he gazes upon her tense watchfulness. He waits crouched above her, poised, as a wild elf ready to spring away should the moment pass. A tiny twitch of smile appears at the corners of his mouth, belying the watchful set of his face. “Legolas…” slips past her lips as a sigh, unbidden. A slight tilt of his silver-blond head acknowledges his name and he arises with swift, silent grace. She springs to her own feet with a quiet cry – wasted, as the Elf has not left as feared and strong hands steady her clumsiness. Glaringly aware of his tall, lean stature, she hardly dares a breath for fear he will vanish into the wood as he has come. Garbed in battle wear; bow and quiver, swords and leather, smelling slightly of forest and horse – dark, the Elf Warrior came. What is next is unknown and she waits, found under starlit sky…