"Come on Naerwen! You never let me win!" Elladan complained, Naerwen just grinned at him and lowered her daggers. Elrohir laughed. Naerwen took up a quill and paper from her pocket and wrote.

"Thats because you have to be faster, Brother, or you will end up on the grownd like now. I don't think orks will have any mercy, do you?"

She held up the paper only inches from Elladan's face and smirked. "I don't, but it is still humiliating that my younger sister is beating me so easely. Are you sure you were going easy on me?" He asked, raising an eyebrow, Naerwen glared at him, and started to scribble.

"You are such a whimp, Brother."

Again she held the paper to his face. His eyebrows shot up. "Is that any way to talk to your elder brother?" Naerwen just laughed, well, as much as a mute elf can laugh, and backed away. "So you want to laugh, do you? Come on, Elrohir! Let's give her something to laugh about!" Naerwen put her hands infront of her and started shaking her head, but the twins grinned at her and before she could even blink, they were over her, tickeling her. Naerwen laughed out loud and wiggeled for dear life, she kicked her legs and tried to get the her two brothers off her.

"Elladan! Elrohir! What in the world are you doing?" A song like voice came from behind the elven boys, they looked at eachother and grinned. "Oh, nothing much, Arwen, just teaching Naerwen that it isn't polite to make fun of us." Elladan said, pointing on the giggling figure on the ground that was Naerwen. She glanced up at her older sister. They looked much alike, Arwen and Naerwen, they both had the same dark hair and the same blue eyes, but Naerwen's hair was short and stood to every possible direction, while Arwen's hair was long and straight. Also, Naerwen was much shorter than any of her siblings. She started to scribble on her paper again.

"Relax, Arwen, i'm sure the twins did not mean anthing by it, Elladan is just ashamed himself. I am stronger than he will ever be, after all." Naerwen grinned as she watched her siblings reaction to the paper, then she dropped her paper and started running home, her brother's right behind her shouting things like; "We'll get you, you pixie!" "You can run, but you cannot hide!", and Arwen was just shaking her head at her sister and shouted, "You brought this upon yourself, Naerwen, I will not save you this time!" Naerwen herself just laughed and continued to run, she was faster than her brothers and she knew it.

THUMPH

Naerwen flew backwards and into a tree, she moaned, trying to figure out what had happened. She looked up to see a redhaired dwarf. "Oh, I'm sorry, lass, didn't see you there!" the dwarf said, helping her up. She bowed her head in thanks and reached for her paper, wich ofcourse wasn't there. She smiled at the friendly dwarf, and pointed towards her throath.

"What, 'r you hungry?" The dwarf said confused, Naerwan shook her head, picked up a leaf and started to write with her quill.

"My name is Naerwen, I'm sorry I ran into you Master Dwarf. I cannot speak, for the gift of words was taken from be before my birth." There wasn't any room lef on the leaf so she gave it to him. The dwarf read and nodded his head.

"I see. I am Gimli, son of Gloin. I come here to meet Lord Elrond, can you tell me where I can see him?" Naerwen nodded and reached out for another leaf.

"Yes, I am his daughter. I shall take you to him." She smiled one of her most fine smiles, took his hand, and lead him after her.

xXXx

"Dad, this is Gimli, Son of Gloin, I found him outside and he wants to see you." Naerwen wrote to her father. Lord Elrond thanked his Daughter and turned towards the dwarf. "I see you made it here well. I do hope your journey here wasn't to hard." Then he turned back to Naerwen. "You must go now. I presume your training with Elladan and Elrohir went well?" Naerwen's eyes flew up. The twins! She had left them! She stormed out of the room, Elrond laughed.

"There she is! Hey, Naerwen!" The twins and Arwen ran towards her, all looking concerned. "Where have you been? We have searched the whole forest for you!" Elrohir said angry. Naerwen had a sad look on her face, she started to write on her paper.

"I found a dwarf in the forest, he wanted to know where dad was, so I showed him. Please don't be mad at me."

Elrohir's eyes widened as he read the text. Then he looked at Naerwen, who looked like she was going to cry, he quickly made it over to her and pulled her into a hug. "No, no, no, no. I'm not mad at you, little one. I was just scared, do not cry, Naerwen." He patted her on the back, she smiled at him and nodded. Arwen stepped forward. "You said you met a dwarf? Who was he? What did he look like?" Sha asked, Naerwen took the paper back from her brother and wrote;

"He was really nice, even after I ran right into him. His name was Gimli, Son of Gloin, and he had red hair and a hard look on his face. I explained to him that I could not speak. The dwarf master had an axe, and he wanted to meet Father." Arwen laughed her beautiful laugh as she read this,

"You ran straight into him? Do you not observe?"

"I do, but Elladan and Elrohir was chasing me, and before I knew what had happened, I layed on the ground and the dwarf helped me."

She wrote, and Arwen laughed once more. "Come, Naerwen, lets go, there is somebody I'd like you to meet. Naerwen's eyes lit up, she let her sister drag her away, leaving her two grinning brothers.

xXXx

Arwen dragged Naerwen towards a group of people she had never seen before. She smiled and looked at the strange folks. One was an elf, from Mirkwood if she was corect. He had long, blond hair and shiny blue eyes, he was tall, Naerwen instantly liked him. Next there was a man with sandy blonde hair that reached him to his shoulders. His eyes was grey and with little life and he wore an arrogant expression on his face. She was a little unsure about this man. Then there was another man with dark hair that also reached him to his shoulders. This man had sparkly blue eyes and a soft smile. This man Naerwen recognised as Aragorn, son of Arathorn. Arwen had spoken much good about this man. Next there was four small Hobbits. They were cute and Naerwen really liked them, never in her life had she heard a bad word about Hobbits.

"Hello, Arwen, who is your friend?" The man with the dark hair, Aragorn, spoke, and Arwen smiled.

"Aragorn, I would like you to meet my sister, Naerwen. Naerwen, this is Aragorn, Son of Arathorn, Boromir son of Denethor, Legolas son of Thranduil, and Frodo, Sam, Pippin and Merry." She anwered gesturing towards Naerwen. She pulled out her paper and quill and started to write.

"Hello. It is very nice to meet you all. I'm Naerwen. My sister has said very nice things about you, Aragorn, and I hope you all find this stay a pleasant one." She bowed her head and smiled as she gave the paper to Aragorn.

"Yes, it is a pleasure to meet you also, Naerwen." He said, smiling.

"Why do you write things on the paper instead of saying them?" A thin voice asked from behind the men. Naerwen laughed.

"Pippin!" Someone gasped, Naerwen just shook her head and smiled, poking Arwen in the arm.

"My sister was born without words. She cannot speak and therefore uses her quill to express herself." Arwen said, rubbing her arm.

"So you are a mute?" Pippin asked again.

"Pippin!"

The days went by fast for Naerwen. She trained as usual with her brothers, she went riding with Arwen and climbed trees when she didn't have anything else to do. She had gotten very well along with the new people. All exept maybe Boromir. He did not like her so much it would seeme, he usaly stayed out of everyones buissniss. She had gotten along great with the hobbits. They were facinating creatures, and they were allways so energic and happy.

"Who don't you weare a dress like Arwen does, Lady Naerwen?" Merry had once asked her, she had laughed and wrote;

"I do not feel confortable in dresses, Master Merry. It is just something I do not do."

And it was true. She didn't wear dresses unless it was absolutley nessesary, her sister had repeatedly tried to press her into some of the few dresses she owned, and she had refused each time. One time she had actually run away and climbed up into a tree. Her sister was not so happy after that.

Merry had just smiled and said he understood.

Then there was the dwarf, Gimli. Naerwen really liked him, they had grown to be great friends in the short time he had been there. They had done all kids of things together. She had shown him how to stand on his hands, not that he succeded, and he had shown her how to use an axe as a weapon.

"You are quite something for youself, lass. I'm not usally fond of elves, but you are really a light on a dark day." He had said one day, she had laughed and wrote on her paper, wich she held up afterwards.

"The feeling is mutal, Gimli, you are really a great friend!"

The Mirkwood elf, Legolas, was really something strange. She had tried to read his face, but never really succeded. He was quiet and only spoke once spoken to. She had tried to reach out to him one day, but with no great luck. She wondered if there was something wrong with him.

Her father's voice broke her from her thoughts, she smiled up at him.

"Naerwen, I wish you to acompany me to the council meeting, are you prepared?"

She nodded and got up from where she was seated, wich was by the window. She followed her father through the halls, and out to the meeting.