Prologue
The trees were dark and silent…betraying no sound to the outside world. Two elves raced through the silent trees…laughter following them. The lead elf had raven black hair and the porcelain features of the elves. She stopped under a thick tree and waited. She didn't have to wait long before the second elf joined her. The second elf was the same in figure but her hair was silvery, not white and not grey but shiny silver. Black eyes met black eyes…the black eyes of the moriquendi. The dark haired elf suddenly swung up into the tree while her sister traced her hands over an inscription on the bark 'Drei' was first followed by 'Gwen'.
"Guinevere!" called the silver haired maid. Her sister flipped down to hang before her. "Gwen, do you mind that I am to marry Aldaron?" She questioned. The hanging elf thought for a bit before smiling widely.
"If you are happy Idril then so am I!" she said. "Anyways he is like a brother to me so it doesn't matter that you are going to marry him!" Idril smiled and kissed her sisters forehead. Then she leapt into the tree and raced to the top calling to her sister as she went. Guinevere followed her sister up the tree.
A few years passed and Idril was expecting her first child. As was the tradition of the moriquendi elves, the oldest female ruled as queen. And as tradition goes, the oldest in the royal family had silvery hair, whereas most had black. Guinevere already had a child, a dark haired boy called Turgan. No one knew who the father was and Gwen had entrusted his care to Idril. Idril was not to be graced with a silver haired girl…her baby was born with dark red hair and she kept it while she grew. So Idril gave her baby the name of Teal, a bright bird.
Good times were not to last too long. Evil was stirring in mordor. But the moriquendi elves ignored it as they did most things in the world. It wasn't long till Idril was expecting another baby. This time it was a silver haired girl and they named her Aredhel, the white lady. It was shortly after this time that Gwen came and took Teal and Turgan to the woods as she had promised them. So Idril let them go and stood watching them leave. A younger elf maid came and stood beside her.
"I fear no good will come from letting Guinevere take your bird to the forest!" she said.
"They will be fine Morwen!" snapped the queen to her friend. "They need to go!"
"Be that as it may but I fear you will be hurt!" Morwen whispered as the queen turned to leave with her silver haired baby. Two male elves came and stood beside Morwen.
"Three go out!" stated one, the oldest one.
"The bird will not return!" the second said sadly.
"And the queen will not listen to us for I fear you are right my brothers!" Morwen sighed. Eol and Melkor looked at each other and sighed. The three were the only triplets in elven kind and were gifted with different gifts of old. They trusted the wise decision of their sister for what she said often came true…
Chapter one
The forest was silent…not a sound could be heard. Two beings sat high in a tree and stared at each other. Not a sound or movement did they make…grey eyes staring into blue eyes. A twig snapped and the owner of the blue eyes blinked in surprise.
"Ha I win!" crowed the man triumphantly.
"Hardly, I was surprised!" the blonde elf snapped in mock anger. The dark haired man laughed and lay back so he was looking at the stars.
"Wait till my brothers hear you were out stared by a man Legolas!" laughed the man. He rolled onto his stomach and looked down. "Do you think Ada's forgiven you for falling off the roof yet?"
"Do you think he has forgiven you for pushing me?" returned the elf with a smug smile. Estel smiled and was about to reply when he caught sight of something odd.
"Legolas, come look here!" he whispered. The elf came and lay down next to his friend. He looked to where the man indicated and watched.
"What is it?" asked Legolas. But his question was answered by the bundle of rags they were looking at. Two golden legs stretched out and thin arms pushed the body upwards. Silver hair hung limp and jagged across the face and shoulders. With I flick of its head, the being revealed pointed ears and a porcelain face.
"Look at the cuts Estel, we should help her!" Legolas whispered not taking his eyes from the child. But Estel was already on the ground and slowly walking towards the girl. Legolas jumped down and followed. He failed to see Estel stop and failed to see the girl watching him. It was only when Estel reached out a hand to grab his arm did the elf realise he had been thinking of other things. But it was too late, the girl snarled and jumped at him with out-stretched hands. Estel dodged but Legolas got her nails across his face. The elf grabbed a hand and held on while the child continued to attack. Legolas was lost with what to do. He didn't want to hurt the child but she would not stop hurting him. Finally he managed to hold the girl still.
"Having fun?" asked the man from behind him.
"You wanna help!" snapped the elf as the child managed to punch his stomach and chest. For one so thin she was awfully strong. The man sighed loudly and stepped up to the elf. He gently stroked the child's hair and whispered to her in elvish.
"Give her to me Legolas," the man said in the same tone he had spoken to the child. The elf gladly gave up his bundle. He stared wide eyed in shock as the girl was instantly still and snuggled into Estel's arms.
"Get our bags, we are going to Rivendell now, she needs Ada's care!" Estel said softly to the blonde elf.
The travellers arrived in the halls of lord Elrond in the early hours of morning. They did not expect anyone to be up but they were wrong. Two identical elves bounded out the door to greet them.
"You are both walking! You are both unhurt-"started one.
"What happened to your face Legolas?" the second cut in.
"Ai you are not unhurt! I take back my shock!" the first laughed.
"Welcome home Aragorn!" came a new voice.
"ADA!" cried the man, and he ran to his fathers embrace. Lord Elrond carefully held his adopted son from him and looked at the now sleeping child in his arms.
"Where did you find her?" he asked quietly, "was she alone?" There was a sense of fear in the elven lords' voice that startled the man. The twins, Elladan and Elrohir, looked over to their father in surprise. It was then that the child awoke…