A/N - yeahyeahyeah, before ya'll get on my back, I know that this is part 4 and not part 1. I was trying to write part 1 and my heart or my head or whatever just wasn't into it. So I started part 4, and here you have chapter 1 of part 4! Note: this is taking part just after his disappearance, but it is starting out the years that he's gone. Don't ask, its really confusing, but it's the way its gonna be!

One more note - In my little universe (its quite nice, by the way,) they celebrate birthdays as we do (although in Tolkien's little universe they were probably nonexistent.) Deal with it please - this is why its call fanFICTION. Thankies much! =)

Yet one more note - I am so sorry. I have changed the title and the rating to my part to. It was originally called "Believing" and was rated G in the General. Now it is called "Believe" and is rated PG - but the category is still general. My fault, I am so so so so so sorry!!!!

Now on with the story.

Ellowyn leaned over the table to look at the cake with five glowing candles on it. Arwen smiled at her and pulled her hair back so that it would not catch on fire. "Make a wish and blow out the candles," she gently urged.

Ellowyn closed her eyes for a moment, then took a deep breath and blew out the candles. She smiled and looked up at Arwen. "If I tell you what I wished for," she asked quietly, "will it still come true?"

"I think so," Arwen said. She knelt down next to Ellowyn's chair so that the tiny child could be easily heard - for although an elf's hearing is exceptional, Ellowyn was a very quiet child. "What is it that you wished for?" she whispered.

"I wished…I wished that Ata* and Aragorn would come back soon." Ellowyn's lower lip trembled slightly. "They will come back, right Arwen? My Ata will come back?"

Arwen pulled Ellowyn into a hug. "Yes Ellowyn, they will come back. I can't say how and I don't know when, but they will come back."

"Promise?" Ellowyn asked, he voice slightly muffled as she buried her face in Arwen's shoulder.

"I promise," Arwen replied. She pulled back and tucked Ellowyn's hair behind her ears. As she wiped away the tiny tears trickling down Ellowyn's face, as well as he own, she said, "How about we stop thinking such sad thoughts and you open your gifts? I think that you will enjoy them."

"Ok…" Ellowyn agreed, her voice trailing off slightly. She hopped off her chair and allowed Arwen to take her hand and lead her to the garden where her presents had been placed.

Arwen down in a chair and said, "You may choose which present to open first…except this one." She picked up a gift wrapped in shiny silver paper and moved it to rest on the table next to her. "This one," she explained, "is to be open last, for it is a very special gift."

Ellowyn nodded and started to open the remaining gifts. Soon she had accumulated a good deal of presents that suited her well, such as a new bow and quivers full of arrows, and a new book of Elven-lore. When she had finished opening the gifts, Arwen handed her two more packages.

"This one," she said, indicating a small box wrapped in blue paper, "is a special gift from Aragorn and me. This one," she now indicated the package in silver, "is from your father."

Ellowyn looked at her with a bit of surprise, but simply nodded her head. She picked up the small box and unwrapped it. She opened it to discover a beautiful silver charm on a long silver chain. "The chain was my mother's, and the charm was Aragorn's mother's. We decided that you deserved something nice on your birthday," Arwen explained as she plucked the necklace from the box and fastened it around Ellowyn's neck.

Ellowyn, simply speechless to be receiving such a gift from Arwen and Aragorn, did not reply, but simply gave Arwen a tight hug. She then turned her attention to the box in sliver, which Arwen had said was from her Atar. * She opened it and lifted out a cream-colored teddy bear with a gold ribbon around its neck. Ellowyn was astonished. It was the bear that her mother had once told her that Legolas had made for her when Ellowyn was born.

And now it was hers.

*Translations: Ata - Daddy

Atar - Father