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"After all of these years, Calaereth! One would think you would know not to socialize with elves! You should only talk to them if it is necessary, like the way it is necessary for me to have meetings with Lady Galadriel!" Father yelled at me, I frowned, resisting the urge to roll my eyes. Unfortunately, I could not hold back the retort on the tip of my tongue.

"Then how did Galadriel know my mother?" I asked, the mention of my mother instantly mellowing my father.

Father sighed, and looked down at the ground. "Your mother loved talking to elves, she loved to trade with them. She enjoyed talking to them, especially Lady Galadriel. When she was pregnant with you, Lady Galadriel promised her that her daughter would have an important role in this world, and it's last fight against evil. Your mother has talked to her since, trying to get more details, she was given them, but she could not tell me them. Father's eyes saddened, "She was killed coming back from Lothlórien, you know that. Now, you know why she was in Lórien." Father explained briefly. "That is why Galadriel wishes to speak to you."

"So you just think that cutting off any ties with elves will solve anything? That will make matters even worse!" I scolded him, "This is the Marchwarden of Lothlórien! One of the few elves here that can be of help! Do you not understand that?" I asked.

"Yes, Calaereth, I do, but you cannot fall in love with him!" Father suddenly blurted out.

I gave him a puzzled look, "I am not in love with the Marchwarden, Father. Even I know how impossible a match like that is." I stated, not knowing how far from the truth I really was.

Father stared at me for a moment, to see if I was lying, seeing that I wasn't, he relaxed. "I'm sorry Calaereth, the last thing I need right now is worrying whether or not you are setting yourself up for devastation and heartbreak."

"You need not worry father, I will not allow myself to do so." I promised, leaning forward to hug my father. I heard him sigh in relief. I closed my eyes, silver eyes flashing into my memory. A look of surprise...and was that disappointment? No, surely not, Haldir did not know me. We had just met today, all he knew about me was my name. How could he be disappointed? No, he does not have any excuse to be disappointed, he does not know me. I assured myself, trying to convince myself that I was not intrigued about the story he had summarized in a few sentences. I tried to convince myself I did not want to hear more of the story, and any other ancient elven stories that were probably just as interesting. Bah, who am I kidding? I frowned, but quickly hid it as I pulled away from my father's embrace. I smiled at him, and watched him leave with the other great warriors of our group.

Once father was out of sight, I finally went and rested on the bottom of the river floor, next to other resting mermaids and mermen. My younger brother, was one of them. I smiled sadly at him, he was lucky. His mind was not corrupted by the cruel reality of this world, not yet. Oh what I would give to be him, to not have to worry about the dangers that lurk beyond the safety of these borders. I sighed and looked up at the top of the river again, watching as the water flow disturbed the surface, blurring the outside world. I closed my eyes, almost instantly I was haunted by familiar silver eyes.

The next morning everyone rose quickly and packed their belongings to bring with them. As the day began to lighten we set out for Nimrodel, traveling upstream in the Celebrant. Every now and then, we would stop and check to make sure the Galadhrim(guard of Lothlórien), were keeping pace. I was very impressed to discover they had exceptional endurance, and that most of the time they were ahead of us, waiting on us. I knew without a doubt in my mind, Haldir kept these elves fit and fast. A great advantage if your enemies are fat and slow, very much like orcs and goblins.

I grinned at the thought of a fat Orc, trying to outrun an elf. I knew that it had probably happened, many mermaids said the Galadhrim were ferocious in battle. They also tended to not take prisoners, they wiped out all orcs and goblins alike. I wouldn't blame them though, I would not want such a disgusting and vile creature around me either. For a moment I wondered how Orc tasted, instantly I cringed at the thought. I had observed a young merman chomp upon a dead Orc, the sour look on his face when he bit into it was enough to persuade me to never try it. There was no way I would ever fall to the level of those cannibals.

I glanced around me, looking up to see rays of sunshine breaking through the tall trees, warming the water. I listened as the mermaids around me sang an ancient song of love between a human and a mermaid. A rarity amongst out kind, especially now. The song ended with a tale of how the mermaid was betrayed by her beloved, in exchanged for gold and treasures, she was strapped to a boat. She died that way, the human, realizing his mistake, threw himself into the oceans because he was so overwhelmed with guilt. At least, that's how the song goes.

I secretly wondered if elves were the same way, if they would betray love for treasures and money. According to father, his father had witnessed some of the Kinslayings that occurred in Arda. The place, according to grandfather, had been called Doriath. A Sindarin Elven realm. Doriath was invaded and destroyed be a group of Elves called, the Sons of Fëanor, who wanted the Silmaril. When the King of Doriath, Dior, refused to give them the Silmaril, a second kinslaying occurred, all for a Silmaril that had been made by Fëanor. Never in the history of mermaids had a kinslaying occurred, yes there was competition and threats over territory. We see it as useless and weakening by fighting each other, rather than fighting the true enemy.

The Second Kinslaying had ended many years ago, it could be assumed that times had changed. I was certain they were probably not as divided, elves looked peaceful and very amiable. From personal experience, I knew looks could be deceiving, I would know. I have used innocence and beauty to my advantage many times before. Slaying countless Orcs who had been entranced by my beauty. The moment they let their very weak guard down, I slayed them. At first, it had been something I had felt guilty about. After many years though, I have become adjusted and convinced myself I do it out of revenge for my mother. Sometimes I find me asking myself, how many do I have to kill to have revenge? Will there ever be enough? I know, in my heart, that it will never be enough. I will have to one day move on, if I continue this lifestyle I will die childless, and I know it. It is not time though, not yet. I must continue to guard this land that the Valar has gifted us, I must protect it from evil.

With a newfound confidence, I rose from the waters to see plains on one side of us, and Mellyrn trees on the other, we had finally reached the Nimrodel. I could tell, the rush of water sang a song of sadness and longing. A song that was all too familiar.

"Greetings, mermaids and mermen!" A familiar voice called out. I turned to see Haldir again, in warden uniform. His hair was braided back on both sides of his head, and I was suddenly charmed by how handsome he looked. "An orc attack is expected in a week, tonight I will return to talk to you about how we will counter attack." Haldir said sternly, his silver eyes now a cold steel, no longer the same bright silver from last night.

I moved towards the shore to apologise to him, when he looked over at me. Haldir fixed me with a harsh stare, emotionless, then he turned and walked away. Instantly, I knew he was angry at me by the way he looked at me, and I had the slightest feeling that father may have said something to him. I shivered at the thought, had I lost a friend?

Well, that was chapter four! So what did you guys think, please review, I would love to hear your opinion!