The gentle golden light streamed in thin rays through the tightly woven canopy of the Old Forest, fading slowly away as te sun set. Evening creaped it's way eastward through the tall, thick trees and bushes. A rustle of dead leaves, crumpling softly under hoof could be heard if one strained their ear. But this evening the Old Forest was a bit more alive than usual. Arcon sensed it, and drew closer.
The forest was not its typical dark demaenor, even through the thick oaks and pines there was no hint of foul play, and infact, the broad leaves of dark maples and the heavy willows seemed to give way to the stars that began to come out, and let moonlight come to their carpet of leaf and bush. Silky silver light played games with the deep greens of the forest, shimmering on the holly berries and on the drops of dew that still remained in small, sheltered puddles.
The was a gentle shimmer of milky light on dark hair as Arcon pulled his cloak back, letting the soft balmy evening wind float around him. He was travelling east towards Rivendell on an errand of knowledge, to learn more in the lore of art and music. Attached to his saddle was a small basket, with a note written in smooth black ink. The elf smiled as he read it again in his mind.
There was a shout, and another followed what seemed like a war cry that pierced the night air. "A battle in the Old Forest? Curious..." Arcon thought to himself. He came upon a glade, populated with a most peculiar but pleasurable variety of Middle Earth's creatures, man and beast, orc and wraith. "Truly this is a merry picnic," Arcon said, "Nay! A feast!" he cried spotting the huge assortment of food that lay on the table ahead.
Just as Arcon dismounted letting Getathane stroll through the forest, a bit of food flew across the glade, then another. "A waste to be sure," the elf said to himself. He stepped through the trees, his cloak flowing behind him. Off to his right he saw two familiar faces, and he smiled.
"So sorry I'm late, my affairs seem to tie me up at all the wrong times. Is there any food left, or has it found its way from table to forest bed in all the furry?" Arcon smiled warmly at his much missed friends Gandalf and Bethberry.
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