Right. So here's yet another product of my imagination. I don't know how I'm going to keep up with all of these stories... But here you go. Hope you all like it!

Chapter 1: Meeting You

Anyone who has met an Elf can say that there is no one quite like them. But on of the most common thing one would say about them is their kindness and concern for nature. And that is the truth. Elves are very kind to most everyone and they all have some connection with the earth around them. Whether it's in the trees, the flowers, water or the weather itself. It was rare that you would ever find an Elf who appeared to be mean and gruff. But there would be the occasion that for some reason or another an Elf would build walls around his or her heart, which would never be a good thing. Everyone, whether they be a Man or Elf needs to open their heart to love someone. In the case of Elladen, son of Elrond Peredhil, it would be a maiden from the woods of Lorien that would prevent his heart from being locked away forever.

The Year 1130, Third Age

"Brother, you do not have to kill yourself in training just so you don't have to go dinner."

Elladen looked up to see his twin brother walking towards him in one of his finest tunics.

"Special occasion?" He asked, eyeing Elrohir's clothing with raised eyebrows.

"Do not tell me that you have forgotten?" Elrohir asked with a gleeful smile.

"Forgotten what?"

"That some very important people have just arrived for dinner…" Elrohir spoke slowly, trying to jog his brother's memory.

"And...?"

"And we both have to be there…"

"What important people are you talking about?" Elladen asked, getting rather impatient.

"Our Grandparents!"

Elladen's face paled considerably. He knew that dinner was in less than thirty minutes and that to get back to the main part of Imladris would take at least fifteen. "Rhaich!" he cried, and ran away at top speed.

Elrohir laughed to himself and began walking (more slowly) after his brother. Most people saw the more uptight and deadly calm warrior side of Elladen. Not many saw the more carefree and forgetful side of him. And even fewer were able to see through his mask. Elrohir himself prayed to the gods every day that someone would come into his brother's life and see through that mask.

"It was kind of you to join us Elladen." Elrond said, his tone only slightly reprimanding.

"I am sorry father. I was training and lost track of time." Elladen said as he slid into his seat at the long table where they were eating dinner.

Elrond was at the head, his wife (and Elladen and Elrohir's mother obviously) at his right, with Galadriel and Celeborn (Celebrian's parents and Elladen and Elrohir's grandparents) to his left. Elrohir next to Celeborn, and who could forget Arwen, (their younger sister) sitting next to Celebrian, and then Elladen next to her. Then after the immediate family came the other Lords and Ladies of Imladris who ate with the family at formal dinners.

Across from Elladen, Elrohir chuckled. "Lost track of time, brother? That does not sound like you."

Elladen fixed his brother with a stare that seemed to say 'don't go there.' But Elrohir, being who he was, always ignored his brother when he tried to be intimidating, and went on laughing to himself.

"Do I hear correctly?" Elrond asked, teasing his son. "My son, one of the most strictest and sternest of all Captains in Imladris' guard, loosing track of time?"

"I was thinking about some very important matters." Elladen said stiffly.

His family all smiled affectionately at him (as he glared at his brother) and then went on to talk to each other. Celebrian turned to Elladen and spoke to him over Arwen's head.

"You need not take everything so personally, Elladen. You know that Elrohir was only jesting."

"I know it's just that…"

"What?"

Elladen had been about to say something, but Arwen, (who was quite short for her age and had no idea what conversation was going on above her as she was absorbed in her own thoughts) suddenly began talking to Elladen.

"Hey Elladen, guess what Nana and I did today?"

Elladen turned to his sister, his gaze softening ever so slightly. "What?"

"We went to the gardens and Nana showed me how to speak to the flowers."

"Speak to the flowers?" Elrohir asked curiously, hearing their conversation.

"Yes. She showed me how to make them feel loved and how to help them blossom…"

Elrond looked over at his wife and smiled fondly. The rest of the family listened with interest at hearing of Arwen's adventures with the flowers, but Elladen had retreated back into his own thoughts as he often did.

He looked down the table and observed those who were also sitting at the table. They were mostly Lords and Ladies, but here and there were people that were either people who lived in Imladris or had come with Celeborn and Galadriel to see Imladris.

You could tell who was from what Elven Realm based purely on their hair color. Those for Lorien had fair colored hair, and those form Imladris had darker hair. Elladen's eyes swept over every person, none of them catching his eye until they passed over a maiden from Lorien. (fair colored hair of course)

She was quiet, apparently not speaking unless spoke to, but mostly listening to those around her talk. He could see that she had the roundest and clearest blue eyes that he had ever seen. She had long hair that very clearly nearly went down to her waist. To most she would look just like any other she-elf and there was nothing that stood out about her. But for some strange reason, she stood out to Elladen, and he couldn't help but notice her.

And quite suddenly, she raised her eyes from where they were trained on her food and they met his. She looked back down again, a faint blush tainting her fair cheeks. He had no idea what effect his icy stare had on her. She was purely frightened by him. But of course, he did not know that. So he kept looking at her every now and then, oblivious to how uncomfortable it was making her. But as much as he knew that he should stop, seeing as it was rude, he couldn't help it. He was somehow drawn to her.

By now dinner was drawing to a close and just about everyone was adjourning to drink wine and talk, and even a little slow dancing in the Hall of Fire. It was as Elladen stood up to fallow his family into the Hall of Fire, he decided that he would go up and talk to the maiden.

Elladen sipped at his wine, his sharp eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of the nameless maiden.

"Looking for someone?"

His Grandmother, as she tended to do, had snuck up on him and had known immediately what he was thinking. And knowing there was no point in lying, he said,

"Yes. A young lady, who I believe resides in your woods."

"It wouldn't happen to be that young lady over there, would it?" Galadriel asked, with her all knowing smile.

"What is her name?"

For a moment Elladen felt as though he could not speak. Not because of her beauty, (though she was beautiful he noted) but because of the expression that he saw upon her face. She looked so sad and alone, that Elladen, (who was usually not very understanding) could not help but feel some sympathy towards her.

"Her name is Eleniel. Both her mother and her father recently crossed over the sea and I could not bear to see her sad any longer, so I requested that she would come with us." Galadriel also held a tone of sympathy. "She is such a sweet child, but is incredibly quiet and rarely speaks. Even more so since her parents left."

Elladen could not understand why Galadriel was telling him all of this. It was not as if he had asked, and it was not as if he was interested. Was he? And to make matters worse, his brother had to come over and say something too.

"Who are we looking at?" Elrohir asked with his usual cheerfulness.

"Nobody." Elladen said perhaps a bit too quickly.

Elrohir raised his eyebrows and looked over at their grandmother, who smiled and walked gracefully away.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Elladen you know that you can't and don't need to hide anything from me. I'm your twin. I see everything!" Elrohir said dramatically.

It was Elladen's turn to raise his eyebrows. "Really?"

Elrohir nodded seriously.

"Then what am I thinking about?" he asked, the corners of his mouth twitching. They often would play this game, where Elrohir would be dramatic and say he could read his brother's mind, and then Elladen would ask what his brother could "see." Then Elrohir would say something ridiculous. It was one of those things that they had been doing since they were tiny elflings, and it was more of a brotherly thing than anything.

"Well, I'm not sure," Elrohir grinned. "But if you're interested, Eleniel just walked outside."

Elladen's head snapped up, looking directly at the door, where you could see the ends of a skirt disappearing behind the wall.

Without knowing why, he immediately began walking in the direction that she had just gone, leaving Elrohir, (smiles and all) in his wake.

Elladen walked through the gardens, his eyes and ears straining for any sign of Eleniel. As he neared the very edge of the gardens, where not many people would be at this hour, he could finally hear someone singing. And if his hearing was correct, (which it always was) then it was a female, and if his intuition was right, then it was Eleniel.

He peered behind a tree to see that the lovely maiden in question was sitting on a flat rock trailing her hand through the clear water of a nearby creek, singing softly.

Orthannen im vi ól
Coll e dû
Or hiriath naur
Na rovail mae sui 'waew
Man prestant i ardhon?
Cerithar aen illiad dim úthenin

Her voice was beautiful. It reminded her of him of a river gently flowing through the hills and the wind blowing through the trees.

"That was beautiful." He said, his voice suddenly very hoarse. It was such a sad song. Did she really fell that alone? Elladen felt a sudden urge to take her into his arms and hold her and comfort her until she knew that she was not alone. That she was not the only one who felt alone.

She looked up quickly and gave a small gasp. "T-thank you, Lord Elr- ah Ella- um..." She looked away, blushing.

"Elladen." He provided.

"Thank you, Lord Elladen." she paused. "That is quite a compliment."

"It is a just one to give." He replied, walking closer to her. But as he did so she stood up quickly to move away. "Careful-" He cried, afraid that she would fall into the creek.

Too late. The rock had been too slippery and she fell in, splashing Elladen a little.

"Let me help you!" He cried once more and swiftly stepped in the water to grab her hand.

She stood up quickly, (without taking his offered hand) her face about as red as it could get. "Excuse me." she muttered softly and ran away as fast as she could, leaving a very confused (and slightly wet) Elladen behind.

He hadn't done anything wrong...had he?

Hi- So...what did you think? Elladen and Elrohir should be 1,999 if my math is correct. (and there were several hours of torture over the math I did. Go ask CB, she knows. And the way I figure it, they didn't start calling Imladris Rivendell until later.

Translation for the song that Eleniel sang:

In a dream I was lifted up.
Borne from the darkness
Above the rivers of fire.
On wings soft as the wind.
What's happened to the world?
Is everything sad going to come untrue?

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