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The story goes between the time right before Helms Deep and different moments in the past. This is an Legolas/OC and an Elrohir/OC. We are trying to make the story as accurate as possible but there are changes. These changes are made only to go along with the story and are minor changes.

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Chapter One

            "What do you mean that you're not going to Valinor?" Marillë cried out, staring at her two daughters in shock.

            "It's not forever, Atara (mother). We're just not ready to leave middle earth yet." Caliel explained, hoping to reason with her mother. Although, their mother was a hard elf to reason with.  Caliel and her sister had decided not to sail west with the rest of the elves. They felt no urge to leave their home yet…if only their parents could understand.

            "I blame this on you, Anairë!" Marillë stated, turning to her eldest daughter.

            "Me? I don't understand. Why am I the one to blame?" Anairë asked, slightly taken aback.

            "You are the oldest and a strong influence on your sister. If you would agree to go west then your sister would have no problems with it."

            "Melamin (my love), do not say anything that you may regret." Ondion, the girl's father, spoke up from his seat at the table. It seemed that he was the only one remaining calm about this.

            "Do not tell me that you are agreeing that they stay here, Ondion!" Marillë said, turning towards her husband.

            "Our daughters are no longer elflings. They have been grown for years now, but yet you still refuse to let them go." He commented, not looking up from the new bow he was carving.

            "And you want me to let them go so that they can chase a couple of elf princes around Middle Earth on the verge of a war?!"

            "They have nothing to do with this, mother. And you know that!" Anairë stated.

            "Of course they don't." Marillë replied, cynically.

            "Girls, why don't you two go to bed? We'll finish this conversation in the morning." Ondion said. He needed to have a talk with his wife. Anairë and Caliel nodded and headed up the stairs to their bedroom.

            "Why won't she listen to us? It's as if she hasn't heard one thing we have said." Caliel sighed, flopping down on her bed. The two had been arguing with their mother for almost two hours, telling her how they wanted to stay in Middle Earth and help in the fight against Sauron. Elrond had refused to let them be part of the fellowship, but the girls were convinced that they would play some part in the fate of Middle Earth. They just didn't know what yet and didn't plan on leaving anytime soon.

            "She thinks that I want to follow Legolas, but it's not true. If I wanted to follow him, I would have left much sooner." Anairë sighed.

            "Well, hopefully Ada (father) will be able to talk some sense into her." Caliel said. Anairë wondered if it was possible to talk sense into her mother.

*Ping Ping*

            "What was that?" Caliel asked, sitting up on the bed. Anairë looked out the window and saw Arwen standing below, throwing pebbles at the window. When she saw the sisters looking down at her, she waved for them to meet her outside. The sisters snuck out of the house and followed Arwen a few yards away- in order to not be heard.

            "Something had happened. What is it?" Caliel asked, studying Arwen closely. She wouldn't have come to them at such a late hour if it weren't important.

            "The elves have decided to renew their alliance with men. Most of our army left this morning to meet with the Lothlorien elves. From there they will go to Helm's Deep in the land of Rohan." Arwen explained.

            "What about Elladan and Elrohir? Have they gone with or are they sailing West with the others?" Anairë asked.

            "My brothers have no completed their time yet here in Middle Earth. They sail west when they are ready."

            "The twins left this morning, didn't they?" Caliel asked. She knew the elven princes well, and knew they would be the first in line to defend their home and their friends. Arwen nodded, confirming Caliel's suspicion.

            "If you go on horse, you should be able to catch up with them in a little over a days time. I brought you these so that you may be able to disguise yourselves." Arwen handed each of them a bundle of clothes identical to that of the uniform of an elven guard.

                "Hopefully we can blend in well enough. If we're careful, they won't recognize us until it's too late." Anairë said.

            "I wish the both of you luck. I'll meet you by the gates so that the guards will let you through." Arwen said and disappeared around the corner, heading toward the main entrance of Rivendale. The sister's silently crept back inside the house to collect their things. They packed up their weapons and some food- enough to get them through a couple days. They changed into earth tones clothes, in order to remain hidden. They would change once they got closer to the others.

            Anairë quickly wrote a note to their parents, explaining what was going on and that they would go to Valinor once the war was over.

            "Are you ready?" Caliel asked in a hushed voice. She had brought their horses around to the side of the house. Anairë nodded and left the note on the table, for their parents to see in the morning. They quietly made their way to where Arwen was waiting.

            "Take care. I will see you soon." Arwen said giving each of the sisters a hug.

            "Give Estel this for me, will you?" Arwen said handing Caliel a letter she had written to Aragorn.

            "Of course. We will watch over him for you, Arwen." Caliel promised. The two sisters then mounted their horses, and with a final look back at their home, they took off down the path, heading for Rohan.

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It was the year 716, and Anairë and Caliel were sitting under a tree watching the training practices that were being taken place in the archery field. Both sisters were bored and had left the house, trying to get away from their chores. It was a beautiful day and no elflings should be inside.

"I dare you to go ask if we can play." Anairë said to her younger sister.

"Why don't you go ask?" Caliel question, not wanting to go up to the boys.

"Because I'm older and I dared you to. You can't go back on a dare Caliel!" Anairë declared.

"You're only older by fifty-four years!" she glared back.

            "So? I'm still older then you."

            "Fine. I'll do it. But it'll be your fault if they laugh." Caliel said and walked over to where Elladan and Elrohir were practicing.

            "Can my sister and I play with you two?" Caliel asked politely. The twin princes turned and looked at the young elfling.

            "She-elves aren't supposed to use weapons and fight. It's not proper." Elladan said lowering the arrow he had been about to shoot.

            "Why don't you and your sister go play dolls with the other she-elves?" Elrohir asked. Many of the she-elves in the town got together near the palace to play different games. Anairë and Caliel never had any interest in joining them.

            "Because dolls are stupid. We want to play with swords and bow and arrows." Anairë declared, appearing at her sister's side.

            "Well you can't." Elladan stated firmly, turning his back on them.

            "Fine then we'll learn by ourselves. And one day, we'll be better then you and every other elf in Middle Earth." Anairë said and pulled Caliel away with her.

            "Okay then. You go do that." Elrohir laughed. He turned back to the archery but didn't miss the dirty look that Caliel gave him.