A/N: First of all, this is my first LOTR/THE HOBBIT Fanfiction so please be kind. I do not own any of the LOTR characters. JRR Tolkien owns them and how wonderfully made they are indeed! But anyway, I have added a lot of OCs here. I pray that I will stay true to the characters that exist. Please review and I will be very grateful and will continue to write for you. On with the show!

Yours truly, Vivi. :3

CHAPTER ONE: Faevaeren's Longing

The winding pathways cracked and influenced by darkness were taken away and a new one installed. The once feared forest called Mirkwood now bathed in light as birds sing songs at its revival. The days have been full and demanding after the war of the rings was won and for years the wood elves toiled in healing the once known, Greenwood the Great and now known as Eryn Lasgalen. But there are wounds that cannot be healed as fast at all...and some may never heal...

Faevaeren packed his things neatly in a small bundle. He put in several lembas bread and a few clothes. The patrol will last for weeks and he's excited to see his older sister who is currently one of the captains of the forest guards. He dreams of one day joining her company. It's been years since Sauron was defeated and years since he last saw her. Ever since the king decided to create settlements outside the cavern fortress, they were separated. They have lost their father in the war of the rings and before that, their mother to the large spiders that plagued Mirkwood. Faevaeren cannot help but feel hopeful that once more, their family will be united.

"Na vedui! At last! I will see her again..." He grinned excitedly as he swung the pack behind him and walked out of his talan.

"Mae Govannen, Faevaeren." A red headed ellon greeted as he looked up from the ground. "You're early today."

"Mae Govannen, Logon." Faevaeren greeted and swung down the large branches of the fig tree. He landed a few feet away from his friend. "I am to join the company at the borders today, mellon my friend. I'm sure I will meet her there."

"An elleth? Your lover?" Logon raised a brow in amusement.

Faevaeren chuckled. "No, mellon! My sister!"

Logon watched as his friend ran off towards the clearing where horses are waiting for the long travel to the borders. They have been good friends ever since they were elflings and as far as Logon can remember, Faevaeren's sister is a century older than they are and quite fair. There have been rumors when they were young that Faevaeren's sister was courted by the prince. Of course, we are Silvan...it would be unthinkable for the Sindar king to allow his son to marry a lowly Silvan...

A few days away from the settlements…

Helethil finished braiding her customary warrior's plait and proceeded to tightening her arm braces and checking her arrows. They are currently camped near Dol Guldur atop the tallest fig trees that withstood the evil that once surrounded them. They have been attacked a couple of times by orc parties trying their luck in escaping their trap. The company has cornered the misshapen hoards, blocking all exits from the ancient tower. Anyone who leaves dies... She heads the group flanking east of the tower near the Anduin and will be leaving for the new settlements by the end of the week.

"Captain, you are summoned at the front."

Hethelil turned to see an ellon kneeling at the entrance to her talan. "What seems to be the matter?"

"Company approaching from the Anduin."

"The Anduin? From where? They think to pass through the woods?"

"Indeed, captain. Mayhap from Lorien... It seems likely." The ellon answered, now standing tall yet head still bowed.

"How many?" Hethelil strapped on her long bow and gathered her long ebony tresses laying them to rest on her back. Her golden eyes waited for the answer.

"A white gelding with two riders."

Her elegant brows rose up at this. "Who would dare pass through Eryn Lasgalen these days and especially through this path? Everyone knew of Dol Guldur." She strode out of the talan and stopped to view the vast plain beyond the dark orc-infested tower. "Has Tararil dispatched any orders?" She curiously strained her eyes to see clearly from where she is - miles away from the Anduin and it seems that the pair just crossed the large body of water.

"No, captain."

"Then let us greet these travelers." Hethelil gracefully leaped down to the ground. "There is much to be done. The new recruits will be arriving by the morrow and I have to finish writing the reports for the King before I head back to the settlement." Another elleth led her dark mare towards her. With a silent order, she led the company of five. They rode towards the Anduin in haste.

Arod slowed down from his gallop and finally stopped. This troubled the elf. "What is the matter, mellonin? Have you grown tired?" He slid down from atop the horse and peeked at the creature that shook his head as if to say he is not weary. "And so...what is wrong?"

"Perhaps 'es hungry, lad?" Gimli sniffed and pushed himself off the creature ungracefully, I might add. "'ve traveled e long weh." He scavenged for food in his leather bag as the elf turned his head to the direction of the forest.

"Something...is approaching..." Legolas whispered. He can feel it in the air. True, it is of no evil descent but...suspicious nonetheless. "Ready yourself, my friend... It seems like we have company."

Gimli took several pieces of bread from his bag and raised it to Arod's nose. The horse turned the other way and huffed. "Ungrateful beast, ye arr..." The dwarf muttered. "What's that you saying, laddie?" Gimli turned and saw five riders cloaked in dark green, face shadowed by their hoods. They stopped a feet away from where he stood. "By Durin's beard... Ye elves are so silent!" He looked to his friend. "They are elves, aren't they?"

"Gîl síla erin lû e-govaded vín. Agoleg Veh, Legolas Thrandullion. A star shines upon the hour of our did well, Legolas Thrandullion..." The lead elf astride a black horse bowed. "Hir vuin. My Lord"

Legolas knew this voice. Slowly, he approached the cloaked figure and as he stopped a step away from the horse, he saw two golden orbs peering down at him. "Hethelil?"

Faevaeren was the only one to wake up at first light and pack. They other are still asleep so he decided to wash his horse by the small creek near their camp. They will at last be reaching the borders of the dark tower by noon and he can no longer keep himself from the excitement of meeting his sister. "Dinenil, do you think she'll recognize me?" He softly talked to his chestnut mare.

The horse nodded neighing happily. "Ah...but my hair has grown very long, my dear one... Maybe she'll not recognize me anymore?"

"Talking to your horse again?"

Faevaeren looked up to see Sidhel, his good friend smirking at him. "What?"

Sidhel stretched her arms up and seated herself on a large boulder beside the creek. "You know, Fae... I feel sorry for the women attending the Gwirith this year... They'll be disappointed once more, mellon..."

Faevaeren turned his head swiftly that his long dark tresses swayed the other side. "That is no problem of mine, Sidhel. Besides, I have no interest in attending the ball. I plan to spend it with my sister who will be staying home after so many years." He nods and strode out of the water leading Dinenil as he goes.

Sidhel chuckled at that. "Honestly, my friend... You are not an elfling any longer... I tell you, when you meet your sister once more...she will chide you for being like so."

Faevaeren watched as Sidhel left walking back to the camp. What his friend said rang in his mind. Will Hethelil be disappointed?

To be continued...

A/N I hope you guys love this story. I am still slowly building up the story. Please tell me what you think. ^_^ Reviews will definitely guide me.