***Rivendell***
Fanelen looked through her things, making sure she had everything she needed. Clothes, food, weapons, etc....
"I'm sure I have everything," she muttered to herself, "but I keep getting the feeling that I'm forgetting something. I nearly always do..."
It was no wonder her father was reluctant to allow her to go on this trip; she wasn't the most organized of elves. Fanelen checked over her supplies once more to be sure she had everything. Nothing seemed to be missing.
"Good, now to get over to the stables..." She picked up her bags and headed over to the stables. Elladan or Elrohir would most likely be there packing.
"Hello?" Fanelen called. "Elladan? Elrohir? Meneciriel? Are any of you here?" The elf-maiden received no response but the snort of a horse. That's odd... she thought.
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Do not meddle in the affairs of Robin Headstrong, for she is quick to anger and knows karate. Kya!
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