Lothlórien , Summer 3018 T.A.
Early summer in Lorien came with a shower of golden leaves, followed by the delicate white elanor flowers, nestled in between the silver roots of the mellyrn trees. The air was crisp and sweet, gentle on the senses and invigorating to the heart.
Gilith strolled at a leisurely pace, without a sound across the forest floor, enjoying the quiet of the woods away from her duties. She breathed deep of the free air filled with the fragrance of flowers. She then stopped, leaning against the silver bark of a mallorn, listening to the branches of the ancient tree sway in the breeze. Life flowed beneath her fingers, rich and growing. She stood there for a while beneath the glimmering tree, completely at peace.
That was untill she heard the gentle sound of music.
Gilith moved towards a small glade where the music was coming from. There an elf was playing on a lute, fingertips dancing nimbly along the fine strings. Music was something Gilith enjoyed, so she sat quietly on the soft grass to listen, hidden from view, hoping to remain unseen.The suddenly the music stopped.
"Commander Gilith!" cried a voice. The tall elf of strong bearing, dashed into view still holding the lute. Gilith stood up, brushing some leaves from her uniform. Elven eyes caught sight of his Commander, his face surprised. Gilith right fist gently touched her heart in a salute.
"My bow shall sing with your sword!" she whispered.
"Lady Gilith," the tall elf said, his cheeks blushing. " Forgive me, I thought I was alone."
"No need to apologize," Gilith replied,"I should ask for forgiveness for sneaking ." Her lips curved into what could almost be called a smile. In a few rapid movements, Gilith gathered her long hair in a bun, pinning them in place with a silver pin, before putting her helmet back on.
"In truth," Gilith whispered, "I hope to hear your music again." She looked back at the tall elf as she mounted her horse. Her heart heavy with duty, but she smiled when her eyes met the gaze of the musician.
Gilith pinched the horse and started to climb down the gentle slope in a slow pace. Music and the beauty of the Golden Wood were two of the things Gilith loved the most, even though recently she had little time for both. The news were not good from Middle-earth. Black riders had been seen across Eriador, and Lord Elrond had convened a Council in Imladris. King Thranduil's messengers had arrived, bringing words of constant enemy attacks from Dol Guldur, winds of war, announcing an impending storm, one that not even Lothlorien could avoid.
