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Author's note: hi guys! A big Thank You for the follows/favourite and the reviewers from the last update ;) by the way this continues off from the last scene of the previous chapter. I have started school this week! But I promise I will try to write new chapters in any free time!

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Ivoriel raced out the door down the corridor she wandered down after so many excruciating hours of boredom. Her stomach grumbled as she went off to find Malenor. She roamed for a long time the scenery ever changing and more beautiful than she could ever describe. The realm had a dark type of beauty about it, ethereal almost. She wandered down passage ways and more corridors, trying to look everywhere at once. Suddenly she bumped into someone. She would have fell to the floor from the impact if it hadn't been for the strong hands that caught her. She looked up to see two elves. An elleth with fiery red hair and an ellon that scarily resembled Thranduil. She took a step back in fright.

"What are you up to? The elleth smiled playfully, with a hint of suspicion colouring her voice.

She crouched down to Ivoriel's height and opened her arms a little. The ellon watching curiously. Ivoriel studied her briefly before she slowly walked into her embrace. Placing her arms around the guard's neck as she slowly stood. Ivoriel examined the strange objects on the elleth back, instantly mesmerised by them. She pulled on one. As it turns out it was an extremely sharp slightly curved dagger with elegant carvings on the handle. The dim lights catching on the blade making it shine. Unfortunately this caught the other elf's attention and he steps in.

"Careful, you'll hurt yourself." He said carefully plucking it from her grip. Ivoriel's lip trembled causing his gaze to soften.

"You may look but no touching!" he said sternly but with a hint of amusement playing about his lips. Ivoriel looked in fascination at the weapon, only wanting to touch it even more now that she wasn't allowed to.

"What is your name little one?" the elleth questioned softly. Ivoriel started playing with her hair, which was very different from her own. The little elleth found herself fascinated by the redness of it. It shone slightly in the dull light but not as much as Ivoriel's. Hers shone light starlight. She stuck out like a lone star in the sky.

"Ivoriel!" someone exclaimed in relief. The three of them looked up only to see the head healer. The healer approached them.

"Prince Legolas, Tauriel." He greeted respectfully with a slight bow of his head, his hand rested where his heart lay.

"Malenor." They greeted. Ivoriel reached for Legolas. His sword drawing her attention. Tauriel looked to Legolas hesitantly before he reached for her. Almost instantly as her skin found contact with his she could feel the same aura as Thranduil had only it seemed lighter somehow. She gently dragged her fingers through his hair. She noticed it almost exactly the shade of Thranduil's. Legolas watched as Ivoriel's tiny face peered into his eyes also noting the similarity with his eyes. Legolas set her down carefully on her feet.

She turned to Malenor and hugged his leg warmly in greeting.

"She seems quite taken with you..." Tauriel said tenderly. Malenor gave a short amused laugh.

"Yes... she gets into a lot of mischief though." He looked accusingly down at the subject, who looked down at her feet guiltily.

"The king is waiting. We will be on our way." Legolas said before him and Tauriel continued on their journey down the corridors.

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"We will go to the kitchens soon but first there is someone I want you to meet..." Malenor said strangely happily. Ivoriel look up at him curiously yet cautiously. Malenor laughed lightly at her expression but said no more. They came to a courtyard. One that was filled with a vast amount of colourful flowers and a small, young oak in its centre. Ivoriel looked about her, the beauty captivating her and rendering her speechless. There was light here, she could feel its happiness. No darkness tarnished anything in the heart of the kingdom. A thought occurred to Ivoriel. A place where no grief can cloud one's mind and heart.' She felt lightness come over her as she remained completely obvious to the person she was being introduced to until she felt a hand on her head.

"Ivoriel? Ivoriel, this is my wife, Aewenel." Malenor said proudly. Ivoriel grasped Malenor's leg hiding her face in his robed limb as she became shy at once. She peeked at the very beautiful elleth. Aewenel's hair shown an ebony colour. Her hazel eyes sought out Ivoriel's. Aewenel's light and happy soul drawing her in almost instantly. Ivoriel loosened her grip on her safe guard. Aewenel slowly crouched on the floor, sitting on her heels so she were almost at Ivoriel's height. She held her hand out to the little elfling.

"Saesa omentien lle, little one." (Pleasure meeting you)she sung softly. Her smiled became infectious, Ivoriel felt a tug around her lips she put her hand in hers. Ivoriel stroked the skin of her wrist gently. 'Very affectionate child...' Aewenel thought happily.

"Ivoriel, we are going to look after you now. The king will have you stay with us." Malenor said gently, gauging her reaction. She looked up at him not understanding completely but she did trust him. She felt the inkling of a strong bond that extended to his wife as well.

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Days and Years pass by and in them Ivoriel grew like the trees but compared to them she was still the acorn. And far more troublesome...

Ok soo this chapter seemed tedious and dodgy to me but let me know what you think. Your encouraging reviews keep me going! Until next time ;)