Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Lord of the Rings. I only own those characters that no one has heard of.

A/N: This is a sequel to Trials of Love. I hope all those who liked that story will like this one as well. Please read and review! Much love3

18 years later.....

Princess Lorin sat perched in one of the many trees that made up the Mirkwood forest. She had long blonde hair, which was now tied up in a messy bun, and piercing blue eyes. She was dressed in a tunic and leggings. One look at her and anyone would know she was her father's daughter. The only thing Lorin received from her mother was her blood. Elf blood, as well as human blood ran through her veins. And in 8 days time, Lorin would have to make the most important decision of her life, but she had no idea about any of it. In her mind, Lorin thought she was a pure blood elf and knew of nothing that was to happen. Her cousin, Princess Ailin of Gondor had made the decision the year before on her 18th birthday, but was told to keep it secret from Lorin until it was her turn. Ailin had chosen mortality, in part because she had fallen in love with a human, a soldier in her father's army. Though Lorin knew of this love, she had no idea that her cousin, her sister was now mortal.

While sitting in the tree Princess Lorin contemplated many things. She was very frustrated. Adventure is what she wanted; yet the only time Lorin was outside the kingdom was when she and her parents traveled to Kalwood or to Gondor or back to Mirkwood. None of which were exciting in the least. She knew of the part her father played in the destruction of the Ring of Power and that's what she wanted. Lorin wanted danger, excitement, anything to get away from the boring life of the palace. She had taught herself to wield weapons at a young age. And she was possibly better with a bow then her father, but she never told him so. Although adventure is what she sought, Lorin also looked for love. The love her parents shared was amazing. It was eternal and binding. She knew that story as well. Also hearing about the hesitance from her grandfather Thranduil who she had never met, but heard was a wonderful elf. No one ever told her why he resisted at first, however, and when she questioned it her parents ignored it.

Still thinking, Lorin heard a noise below her. When she looked down she saw it was one of the palace guards.

"Princess, your father and mother wish to see you," the guard said from below.

"Alright," replied Lorin hopping down from the tree. Following the guard, who she knew was probably watching her the whole time anyway due to her overprotective parents, he led her to the Mirkwood gardens, which mostly consisted of lilies.

She saw her parents sitting on a bench and nodded for the guard to take his leave. Then Lorin approached her mother and father; "Mother, father, did you need to speak with me?"

Legolas and Aidyn smiled at their daughter brightly. Queen Aidyn knew that her daughter loved her very much, but knew in her heart that Lorin would always be her father's daughter.

"Yes, dear, we wished to discuss your birthday celebration with you," Legolas replied.

"It really does not have to be a big deal. I would be fine with just us three and maybe Aunt Arwen, Uncle Aragorn, and Ailin."

"We thought you might say that. So your father and I thought that you might like for all of us to travel to Gondor and celebrate there. What do you think, love?" Aidyn asked her daughter, knowing the answer when a smile came across Lorin's face.

"This is wonderful! Thank you mother, father," Lorin exclaimed throwing her arms around them both.

"I'm glad you're happy, Lorin, but there is something else your mother and I need to speak with you about," Legolas said. He then felt his wife's hand on his shoulder.

"It can wait. Go change and practice your archery, dear," said Aidyn.

Lorin looked at her mother in a confused way, nodded her head slightly, then walked back towards the palace to her chambers.

Waiting for his daughter to be far enough away so she wouldn't be able to hear Legolas than spoke; "My love, we have to tell her. We cannot wait until her actual birthday. She needs time to think through her decision. We have already waited long enough."

Aidyn sighed heavily, "I know, Legolas. I am afraid of her reaction. I do not wish her to be angry with me or ashamed of the human blood that runs in her veins. I could not bare that. It is such a heavy burden to place on her. Lorin, is so young melamin. And though I appreciate my human heritage, I do not think I could handle it if her decision was mortality. I do not wish to watch my child grow old and perish into the shadow."

"Lorin's decision would affect more than just herself, yes, but I trust my daughter to make the right decision. She may look like me, but she has your heart. Trust her, my love."

Smiling Aidyn leaned forward and kissed Legolas' lips gently. She pulled away and leaned her head on his shoulder. The words Arwen spoke to her 18 years ago ran through her mind. We have to trust fate and their hearts when the time comes for them to choose......