A/N: Hello all!!! I know I haven't posted a new story yet, and some of you probably think that I died since I haven't updated in a long time (btw, im not dead -). I've been very busy with school starting back up and swim team and what not. Anyhow, I'm in my school library, waiting, since I have a swim meet in two hours. So, I decided to post this new story (which isn't on my stories in progress list) Hope you all enjoy!!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lord of the Rings

Every night, she always had the same dream. A blonde haired male elf playing with her when she was little, throwing her up in the air and catching her in his big strong arms, the sounds of their laughter echoing through the trees.

She also drempt of a young elf maiden with auburn hair and hazel eyes, singing her softly to sleep. The sound of her beautiful voice made her eyes droop and as soon as the sound stopped, she felt a peck on her forehead and the elf maiden softly whisper

"Good night, my sweet baby girl."

Every night, Raina dreamed about her parents, wishing she could meet them, to hug them and kiss them and know what they were like. To finally meet the two people who had given her life.

She was adopted by King Elessar and Queen Arwen at the young age of three. She was now eighteen years of age, and had blossomed into a beautiful young elf maiden. (A/N: I know elves usually have their coming of age when they're in there two thousands or something like that, but not in this story, so don't flame me please).

It was the night of her eighteenth birthday, and she was fatigued, for there was much dancing and laughing at her party that her foster parents had thrown for her. She was still in her party clothes, which consisted of a shimmering gold dress and a sapphire necklace. She was sitting in a chair, staring out her window up at the stars.

She closed her eyes and pictured the elves that she had drempt of in her dreams, wondering if they were distant memories of her parents when she was little.

"The elves in my they be my parents?" Raina thought. "Eighteen years of not knowing who they are, I need to know who my parents are!"

She got up from her chair and made her way down the hall to Aragorn and Arwen's bedchamber. She decided enough was enough. Eighteen years was enough mystery behind her parents' identity.

Raina finally reached the chambers and knocked on the heavy wooden door. One of the servants answered it.

"I wish to speak to the King and Queen please," Raina said, her heart beating a mile a minute, praying to the Valar that the mystery would soon be over and she would not be refused to have a word with her foster parents.

The servant nodded her head. "Of course Lady Raina, the King and Queen will be right out to speak to you."

Raina sighed, relieved, and she sat in a chair in their room. A few moments later, Aragorn and Arwen appeared. Arwen smiled at Raina.

"Raina, you should be asleep. Why are you up so late and in need of word with us?" Arwen asked.

Raina stood up and bowed her head in respect to them. Her nervousness hit her and her heart began to beat like a drum captured in her chest. "I...I wish to speak to you about my... my parents," she stammered out.

Arwen's smile faded and she looked to Aragorn, whose face also expressed shock. "Raina, sweetheart, couldn't this wait for another time? The hour is late," Aragorn replied.

Raina looked up at him, her eyes filled with sadness. "Father, please. I need to know. Eighteen years of wondering who gave you life would be enough to drive someone mad with curiosity! Please tell me," she pleaded.

Aragorn sighed and put his hand on Arwen's shoulder. "I think it is best if we tell her now." Arwen nodded her head and motioned for Raina to sit back down as her and Aragorn sat on their bed.

Arwen took her husbands hand in hers and looked up at Raina. "Your mother and father were very close friends to us. Your mother was one of my childhood friends, she was like a sister to me. Her name was Menelwen, and she was from Lorien. Your father's name was Legolas, and he was the prince of Mirkwood."

Raina's eyes widened. Legolas of Mirkwood? She had heard of him before, she heard of his deeds in the fellowship of the ring and of his heroic death, which happened to be fifteen years ago. Menelwen she had also heard of, she was the younger sister of Glorfindel ((A/N I don't know if Glorfindel came from Lorien, but w/e :P)). She heard that when their parents died, they were adopted by Elrond and Celebrian.

"Legolas and Menelwen..." she repeated, trailing off. "They were my parents?"

Aragorn nodded. "They certainly were, and they loved you to death. We took you in when their lives suddenly and tragically ended."

Raina looked up at her foster father. "How did they die?"

Arwen gently leaned over and tucked a stray piece of auburn hair behind Raina's pointed ear. "Meletha, are you sure you want to know that?" Arwen asked.

Raina nodded her head. "Positive."

Arwen sighed. "Alright then. I will tell you how your parents lives ended."

A/N: Ahhh, cliffhangers!!! You either love them or you hate them. Don't worry, I will try and update as soon as possible, but it all depends on the number of reviews I get (nice reviews I might add!!). And just to let you all know, all of the chapters, besides the last one, will be flashbacks, just thought I'd tell you so you won't get confused. Thankie 4 readin!!!