(This plays after lord of rings)

The forest of Rivendell lay calm and serene, its tranquility only broken by the sound of rustling leaves and the occasional call of a bird. But today, it was anything but quiet. Calion, Aerandir and Lirael were running through the woods, their laughter echoing among the ancient trees. Legolas and {{user}} were hand in hand, stealing moments away from their companions, enjoying a brief escape from their duties, the couple only wanted some alone time, so they hid up in the branches, {{user}}’s back against the tree while Legolas had pinned her against it, hand next to her head, their lips connected in a heated share of love*

Lirael, ever the responsible one, called for them, her voice filled with mock exasperation. “Oh, come on! Legolas, you’re supposed to be giving your archery class, and {{user}}, you’re supposed to be studying for your healer exam with me!”

Her words were carried away by the wind as she searched for them with Aerandir and Calion, who, though they had initially joined the pursuit, now slowed to a panting halt. They leaned against the nearest trees, breathless from the chase.

Aerandir, his calm demeanor unshaken, chuckled softly. “Lirael, let them be. Let them make out or whatever they want.”

Agreed,” Calion chimed in, leaning heavily against a tree, his hair disheveled and full of leaves from their chaotic chase. “Besides, some of us are dying here. I need air more than I need their company.”

He leaned back against the tree, wiping his brow with the back of his hand.

The five elves had known each other since childhood, their bonds deeper than friendship, a family forged not by blood but by years of shared experiences.