Here is the next installment of the story! It is fairly slow, but I want to give a sort of background to the character. I really hope you enjoy it! Please review, I am always glad to receive constructive criticism :)

BTW, forgot to mention it last time, italics are Sindarin, while Bold is the dialect and language of the dark elves. Hope you enjoy!

T.A. 15

Vendethiel held the small sword in her hand, twisting it a few times before turning to face Lord Elrond. A small smile played on the girls face as she launched forward, meeting Elrond's sword with her own in a loud clash. Ever since bringing the children to Rivendell, Elrond raised them as if they were his own. Vendethiel understood her past and her mother's desertion, however she held no anger to her decisions. She has never heard of her, except from the stories that Elrond told her. Vendethiel knew that she was not the same kind of elf as Lord Elrond, however she did view him as a father figure, and Celebrían as a mother.

The clash of metal continued, as the two elves sparred. The movements of the Elf Lord's motions were fluid and precise. He took great care to ensure that none of his strikes would hurt the small girl. Vendethiel's movements were more ragged, and her style was different.

"That is enough for today Vendethiel." Elrond said, a small smile playing on his lips. "Your fighting style resembles your father's… I will try to show you during out next sessions. Maybe we can ask Dῢrion to help you." The little girls brother left Rivendell nearly over a year ago to travel back to Haradwaith and take leadership of the Order. Vendethiel remained in Rivendell, under the care of Elrond and Celebrían.

"Thank you, Ada." Vendethiel smiled widely looking up at the Elf Lord she had came to love as her father. It was because of his sacrifice that she was able to speak in her mother tongue and that she even understood the different dialects of elvish and the common tongue. It was from their care and love that she learnt to have passion and empathy to the living being of the world.

Elrond allowed a small smile to play on his lips as he turned and walked back to his study. He put down his sword, and sat down by his desks. His desks was scattered with books that detailed the lives of the Dark Elves and the Order. Since getting the children in his care, the Elf Lord took it upon himself to ensure that the children would be well informed about their kin. Over the years, the Assassins from the Order brought several scrolls and books for Elrond and tasked him with giving the information on to the children.

It would seem that their life was peaceful, however a level of doubt was pressing the thoughts of Elrond. The elder child, Dῢrion became more enclosed and withdrawn throughout the years up to his departure. Elrond had difficulty forgetting the darkness that he saw in the small boys eyes when he revealed their mother had deserted them on the day that father died. He grew up to be a strong person, very talented strategist and warrior, and it worried Elrond.

"You seem troubled my dear."Celebrían said from the door of the Elf Lord's study. Elrond turned slightly, looking at his wife and offered a tight lipped smile.

"I am just worried about Dῢrion." Elrond confessed to his wife. Celebrían glided over to her husband, and placed her arm on his shoulder giving him a slight squeeze. Elrond sighed and placed his hand on top of hers, giving it a slight squeeze. "I fear for him. There is darkness in his future… and in hers also. I have seen it,"

Celebrían furrowed her brows, looking down at her husband's worried expression. Throughout the years she has come close to the children, especially Vendethiel. She loved her dearly and could not ever imagine the darkness appearing in her future. Dῢrion kept a distance from everyone but she cherished that child also. She was also very aware of her husband's visions, and if they are true, Vendethiel will have to face difficulties in the future.

"You must have faith my love." Celebrían said, moving around to face her husband. "I can feel the light in Vendethiel. You must have hope that she will have the strength to save her brother. She has the power…"

"I know she has the power my love. The power she has is clear. It is not that which worries me. Celebrían… she is merely a child still." Elrond had a worried tone as he looked at his wife. A warm smile spread across his wife's features. She moved her hand from his shoulder and cupped his cheek.

"Your visions never stated when this will occur. You must have hope that the time will come when she is no longer a child. Until then, just enjoy the time we have with her."

Elrond smiled weakly, placing a kiss on his wife's hand.

T.A 1000

Vendethiel looked down on her bed, at the arsenal of weapons laid out before her. Ever since she left for Haradwaith when she came of age, her life changed drastically. No longer were her days and nights occupied with the calm reading and studying. No longer did she have the luxury to enjoy the calm ambience that Rivendell provided, for her brother Dῢrion, returned to take her and ensure that she meets her true calling, which is to become and support the Assassin order with everything she had.

Her journey to Haradwaith was not an easy one. She more difficulty bidding farewell to Elrond and Celebrían than her brother did. On the Near border of their home city, they were ambushed by an ill-meaning pack of Haradrim. Her journey did not ease after her arrival to the Order. By blood, her initiation can be looked over, however Vendethiel still began at the bottom of the rankings. She had to prove her talent and worth just the same as anyone else.

The progress that she has achieved was truly remarkable. Vendethiel was a very devoted Assassin Novice. Most of her time was spent with studying the way of the Order, the means of how they assembled the small explosive trinkets that a general favorite for members, the knowledge that has been carried down from generation to generation to generation in the maps and books, piled high in the libraries of the Order.

Vendethiel smiled, as she recalled all the journeys which she has been on since joining the order. She has seen her fair share of battle and blood, but she was nowhere near as experienced as her brother. Dῢrion took the task of leading the Order with an iron fist. Maybe too harshly even… Vendethiel thought to herself, thinking back about her brother's barbaric way.

"Do you require assistance with unpacking sister?" a voice called from the door. Vendethiel turned a smile playing on her lips and faced the two young elves standing at the door way. The twins, Elledan and Elrohir, were leaning against the doorway, smiling widely at their sister. Vendethiel dropped the small explosive trinket on the bed, and rushed to the door and engulfed the brothers in a hug. Elladan and Elrohir returned the embrace, getting accustomed to their sisters' more informal approach to others.

"Elledan, Elrohir! What happened with you two? How is everything?" Vendethiel was excited, looking from one brother to the other. "Let us take a walk!"

They laced their hands and walked through the gardens of Rivendell, sharing the adventures that they have been on. Elledan and Elrohir returned not long ago from the north, after finding a group of rangers. Vendethiel listened intently to their words as they recounted the fights and evil which they encountered. "I am afraid my stories are not this… interesting…" Vendethiel began when it was her turn to speak. She informed them of her latest mission of stopping a well-known slaver in Haradwaith. "It was… treacherous. Disgusting. He specialized in women… you could find all races from infants to elderly. Their scars and wounds were not healed properly, many of them suffered from deformities. Neither of us can imagine he extent of pain and abuse that they suffered…. I cannot lie to you, but it truly felt good to rid the world of such a monstrous creature…" Vendethiel tried to keep the details to the minimum. She was not sure how the brothers would react to the level of abuse and rape that occurred on a daily basis in her city.

"Let us not waste more time on such dark thoughts…" Elledan offered, receiving eager nods from the two elves. "Why don't you show us some of the new weapons?"

Vendethiel laughed, causing the brothers to smile in return. Ever since her first visit back from the Order, it was a common pass time for them to evaluate the weapon arsenal that is used by the Assassins, as Elledan and Elrohir were very curious about such things. The small group returned to her room, where Vendethiel allowed the brothers to look at the small trinkets, always keeping a close eye to them as the last thing she wanted was to have an accident on her hands.

"Vendethiel. What are you doing?" Dῢrion called from the door. Vendethiel did not have to face her brother to see the irritation and frustration that was radiating of him. Taking a deep breath, she turned and kept a steady face, looking at her brother.

"They are family… they are no threat to the Order." she said to him, switching from Sindarin to the dialect of the dark elves, which sounded much more harsh and raspy. Elledan and Elrohir, gazed from them, not moving to put down the weapons. "Dῢrion, calm down. They are your brothers."

"They are not my blood. They are not my brothers." Dῢrion said, not even bothering to look at the twins. Vendethiel stood up and walked up to her older brother, looking him square in the eyes.

"You need to show respect my dear brother." Vendethiel said, frustration was seeping through her voice.

"You need to remember who you are talking to sister. I am your leader. You follow what I say. Put away the weapons." he seethed, before leaving the room. Vendethiel sighed, closing the door slightly and turning back to face the elves.

"I am sorry for his behavior. He has a lot on his mind recently." Vendethiel said, feeling a bit of embarrassment creeping up on her, as she moved to put away her weapon arsenal.

"Do not let him control you like that sister." Elrohir said, helping her with bundling up the swords. "You are your own individual…"

"This is our way. The Order is bound to listen to their leader." Vendethiel explained, not wishing to go into the conversation more.

"Hm." Elrohir mentioned, "Let us not dwell on this. Let us join the other for dinner."