[Amanaduial the archer]

Lindir sat on a window seat near the front of Rivendell, leaning against the frame as he watched the party leave. The young elf had decided not to go, despite Elennas persuasion. Sighing he leant his head back against the frame and closed his eyes. The last few weeks had been so hectic; they had found so much and lost so much. Friends and enemies had been found and lost, secrets uncovered and dreams shattered, but hopes and lives also revived. Slipping into a half sleep he let himself drift...
and found himself in a strange bright place. Thta is if it could be called a place, for his feet barely touched the springy grass, and the sun shone from all around, causing everything to shine with radiant light.
Nearby he saw a tree, its silvery branches rippling in a pleasant warm breeze. Below it he saw a few figures sitting or standing. One, with her back against the tree laughed, he voice like silver as she watched two of the others practising sword fighting.In the utmost branches he saw another sitting, one leg dangling from down, watching the others. Her head turned although Lindir couldnt see her expression. The scene seemed to stop and he was in front of her, seemingly in the air. Her red hair shone divinely, her green eyes sparkling.
"Why are you here Songbird?" Her voice rang like silver trumpets. "Your time has not come, like Elennas."
Lindirs tongue seemed stuck to the roof of his mouth. When he eventually found his voice he could only manage one surprised word. "Aman?!"
"What do you think? Of course!" She chuckled paused and licked her fingers as if shed forgotten something. "I almost forgot. Here..." Opening his fingers she pressed something into his hand then closed them so he couldnt see it.
"A last present from me. Take it with pride beautiful songbird." Kissing his hand she faded away...
Sitting up with a start Lindir almost fell of the windowseat in shock. Frowning he saw his hand was closed in a fist and felt something inside it.
"It couldnt be..." He murmered to himself. Taking a deep breath he opened his hand and his azure eyes widened and his face broke into a smile as he saw what was inside; a thin delicate silver necklace, the chain made of tiny exquisite silver leaves. And on the end of the chain, its small obsidian head pushed out and its beak opened in song was a tiny raven.
Lindir examined itwith delight, astonished for a moment.
"A last present from me...take it with pride beautiful songbird.."
The dark haired elf slipped it around his neck, its catch making a silvery ting as it fastened. Looking out the window he noticed the riders were not out of sight yet. He hesitated for half a second before springing up and racing towards the stables.
"Wait! Elenna, Glorfindel, wait for me!"