"Sidahiel are you alright?" She stared at the people around her, none seemed at all familiar. Where was she? The setting sun gleamed into her face over the thick trees. Was she in the forest? She didn't remember going anywhere near one. A pain shot through her chest and her fingers quickly gripped the fabric of her upper body. Why was she in sudden pain? There couldn't be Orc's where she was could there? Someone's hand fell upon her cheek as they gently forced her to face them.

"Sidahiel I'm here. What happened?" She looked at the face of the man. It was one filled with such worries, yet it was so young. His brown hair was pulled back behind his head to show his beautiful elven ears. His skin was smooth and his hand on her cheek was so warm compared to her growing cold skin. "Elrond is that you?" She whispered as her voice started to leave her. What was happening to her? She saw how Elrond visibly relaxed at her voice. He smiled at her before he turned serious again.

"Sidahiel how did you get this way?" He asked. She stared at him for awhile trying to figure everything out. "I was walking and then I heard something. It was like bells, something the mortal men use to celebrate and then I was on my knees feeling this pain in my chest where my old wound was. Have I've gone sick again, Elrond?" She asked her old friend. His hand left her cheek to grip her hand at her chest. The pain had disappeared but she was sure that it would come back soon.

"I do not know how to help you, Sidahiel." He muttered lifted her hand to his lips. "Just stay strong until I figure something out." She turned her head so she saw passed Elrond and looked upon the forest. They were just at the outskirts of the woods, only a few feet away from the first tree. Then she heard it again, the bells. It was so calming, like she had been standing by the ocean listening to the waves crash amongst the shore. Her eyes caught a glimpse of something white. It wasn't a bright white like a heavenly objects more like a pearl white.

Elrond stared at his Sidahiel as she drifted off into her own world. Why was he cursed to see her go? She had done so much for him since The Last Alliance of Elf and Man. Not only had she kept him company but her sense of justice helped him run Rivendell. He ran his fingers down her cheek once more only to note that it was even colder. "Sidahiel can you hear me?" Elrond asked. Sidahiel lifted her arm and pointed towards the direction of the forest. Elrond watched as two elves dressed in white stepped out of the underbrush. Not sensing any hostility he allowed them to come closer.

"Lord Elrond would you please hand over Lady Sidahiel?" One asked bending down on one knee to touch the woman's cheek. Elrond looked down at her to see she couldn't keep her eyes off these young men. Looking back at their guest he noticed that the two of them had looked like Sidahiel. Sidahiel had been the only elf he's seen to have pitch black hair. Even living in a place where dark haired elves are known, not one had black hair until she was born, yet these men shared her hair color. "Lady Sidahiel please say your goodbyes for we must get to the kingdom." The other man said bending down on the other side of the woman.

"You are taking her?" Elrond asked. The elves looked at him with sadness in their eyes before nodding. Pulling Sidahiel's body into a sitting position Elrond leaned forward and kissed her forehead. Sidahiel smiled before closer her eyes and let the sleep envelope her. He smiled with tears at the edge of his eyes before looking away. "Sir please know that if you ever need the help of our kingdom we will come as a favor for taking care of Lady Sidahiel." One said as the other picked Sidahiel up in his arms. Elrond stared at him confused at his words. "I do not understand. I didn't think Sidahiel belonged to any other kingdom?" He asked. The elves just smiled and passed him a single white arrow. "Shoot this towards the sky and we shall answer."

They turned to leave but Elrond had not had his questioned answered. "What kingdom will I be asking for help?" He asked stopping the white cloaked elves. "Lady Sidahiel long before any wars had established her own kingdom. To you we are known by many names, we are simply legends. That is all I may say, for we shall meet again Lord Elrond." Elrond watched as they disappeared beyond the tree's taking Sidahiel away from him. Turning to leave he looked down at the arrow and gripped it tightly. He just had to wait until the time came...


A shy voice hummed through the air along the labyrinth of rose bushes surrounding the fountain. A woman's hand lightly traced over a rose as she bent forward to take in it's beautiful scent. A smile graced her lips pulling away to continue her journey. To others not of her kind she looked like an angel with black hair that hung to her lower back and brown eyes. She was adorned with a white dress that pooled at her feet much too long for her height. On her head there was a crown, a circlet in some terms. It sat high on her head clashing it's silver color against her hair with a onyx tear drop gem hanging in the middle of her forehead. She walked over to the fountain and sat on the edge resting her feet for the moment. Brushing her locks away from her face her brown eyes scanned her home in all of its glory. Though it felt lonely she knew it was filled to its fullest potential. Maids ran around doing their daily chores while the guards protected and kept watch of their grounds. Frowning in her new found boredom she sighed hoping something could steal her attention even for a moment in time.

Footsteps rushed towards her urgently and she tilted her head to the side as a young guard came to her. His face was panic stricken and this worried the woman. Nothing ever happened around her home to be so emotional. She stood up and he bowed respectfully to her. She motioned for him to straighten up quickly so he may tell her his news. "Lady Cristiel there seems to be an unidentified object in the court yard by the gates and the doors. The captain has wished for me to come get you so you may examine it." His said. Cristiel soaked up his words and look towards the sky wondering what it could be. The boy coughed getting his lady's attention before leading the way to the object. Her fingers grasped her dress pulling it up from the ground as they made their way quickly to their destination. Guards surrounded the area in case of trouble, and Cristiel had noticed her husband wasn't aware of the situation.

"What do you believe it is Lady Cristiel?" A voice had asked. She turned around and met with a rough looking man who she immediately recognized as the captain of the military force they possess. His black hair was short cut and his cold dark green eyes that intimidated elves bore into hers. He stood next to her and she barely reached to his shoulder. Her eyes traveled back to the guarded article that was so important, though when she caught sight of it she let her body relaxed at the false alarm. She turned to the captain and smiled. "Captain I do believe that is an arrow." Her sweet angelic voice boomed.

"Yes I know this, but it came from the sky and almost killed one of our recruits." He said. Her eyes traveled back towards the weapon finding it quite strange for it to come from nowhere. It held a pure white aura around it making her feel reassured of its contents. Walking forward she out stretched her hand gripping the stem before pulling it out. It was a simple arrow, white in color, sharp at the point. She turned it upside down and saw a letter attached to it. Cristiel plucked it off, flipped it open and scanned over its contents. Her hand flew to her mouth as she let out a sudden gasp. Turning around she rushed up the steps towards the doors of the castle. The giant doors opened allowing her entrance where she quickly turned the corner and shoved the entryway of her husband's domain open. Stopping in the middle of the room she caught sight of him looking out the window at the garden she once was.

"Hîr vuin!" (My Lord) The man she called looked away from the window and his sharp black eyes stunned her. After the effect wore off like it always did she moved forward and passed him the letter along with the arrow. He smiled at her before letting his gaze drop to the state of his wife's anxiety. Cristiel watched as his soft demeanor changed to one of stone. The look of displeasure covered his face as he shot up and started to pace around the room while still reading. She took to sitting in one of the many seats until he was willing to speak to her. His mumbles sounded through the room as he tried to figure out the problem. Looking at her husband again his shoulder length black hair was starting to tangle at his movements. "Caunwen..."

The man turned at his name so casually said. Understanding what was happening he walked back to his chair and sat down with a sigh. "After all these years, it's finally come. To think this is all mans fault." He whispered. Cristiel smiled and got up from her chair sauntering over towards the man of her life. Her fingers ran through his hair untangling it's knots. "Caunwen you know what must be done. The elders will be told and once they found out they will not stop until they find a way to make sure we do not get into this war. They do not respect the first lady but we shall. Gandalf has asked for help and we need to give it to him."

Caunwen closed his eyes and leaned into Cristiel's touch. Her words rang through his head. Not once has he not given as much as he could to Gandalf. They've been friends for years, always helping each other out no matter the task. This time will be no different. Gripping on to his wife's hand he gave her the orders. "I want you to find the most willing occupant from our men for this journey. Tell them that they might never come back and to be ready if the time comes that they die, they died with honor from our lands. They shall leave today and head to Rivendell. " Cristiel nodded and left her husband knowing full well who to choose.