Núra sinomë ni mar, ilya engwë mindon or nye.
Ilya ni verya car ná óla, óla nilmë, mel, ar lerya.
Isil, Anar, anta nye cala, anta nye sérë, cala ilya nya Menel.
Anta nye sérë ve ni fir, ve ni fir ar auta mára Menel.
Laita ilya man verya óla cala.
(Deep in this place I abide, all things tower over me.
All I dare do is dream, dream of friendship, love, and to be free.
Moon, Sun, give me light, give me peace, light all my night.
Give me peace as I die, as I die and pass away to good heaven.
Bless all who dare to dream of light.)
Sairene mused before the watering fountain, her fingers interetwined together before her chest.
His face flashed in her peaceful mind, and then echoed his name. Haldir...Her green soulful eyes fluttered open when the breeze brushed her smooth brown waves before her face.
"She sure is a beauty," Thranduil whispered towards his son upon the balcony, "your sister."
Legolas' eyes froze before her, he couldn't answer.
"I fear I may no longer have the strength to keep it a secret father," he muttered anxiously.
His hand landing firmly upon his shoulder, Thranduil gazed upon his heir solemnly under the silver lights. "I have said before my son, follow your heart. If it is of your desire to tell her the truth, then you must."
"Yes father," Legolas lowered his head. He then realized that the girl there below the balcony had taken notice of their presence. Her lips curving into a soft smile, she waved gently, yet vividly up at the man she called father and his son whom she called brother. That is what Sairene has been told of since the beggining of her time, and she had known no one that have given her the love they did, no one but Haldir.
"Rest now Legolas," Thranduil spoke at last in his low voice, his expression still sweet as he smiled below at the fair maiden, "Lord Elrond's request of council in Rivendell, you must prepare for it. It seems that another war in Middle-Earth, is about to begin."