A female figure had entered the bedroom of the princess, having to approach with such grace and elegance, one wouldn't notice her presence right away. She seemed to glide across the floor in how she walked, while her long black hair had draped down her back. "Is it true?", Arwen asked the younger elf, having to be quite curious. "You're going to Mordor?", her soft voice having to be a bell in one's ears. 

Meanwhile, Legolas ventured his way to the place, where the Lord had been expecting him. He managed to see him at the spot, and the Elf Prince didn't hesitate to approach. "You wish to speak to me, my Lord?"