I am a horrible human being, to think that I could be so awful.

So I officially give Florial complete right to incinerate me as she pleases since I abandoned this story -please forgive me for being so heartless- However, I am on Holidays for two months now, so look forward to more updates, finally! I would like to thank LadyLinderial for reviewing my story and giving me the push I needed to break through writer's block and get my act together. This part of the story is the hardest to write, as I have every bit worked out after here, but its the transition that is so hard :( :( :( however, Imma survivor, Im not gon give up!

Thank you for reading

Disclaimer: "I Have a Dream- that one day I will own the entire world of Middle-Earth, but alas, IT IS NOT THIS DAY!"

This day I give all credit to J.R.R Tolkien for his amazing brain, and his amazing world and his amazing...everyting!

Enjoy, and R&R

Namarie and Khnhom Sralahn Niet

A second investigation was launched the next day, to scale the borders of the Elvenkings Realm. It was three days before the scouts returned, and even then, the reports were disheartening. There were little tracks to be found and there were certainly no traces of intruders any where surrounding the palace. Legolas and Tauriel had lead the second team of scouts, but found nothing except a spiders nest that had sprung up in the spring. The spiders dealt with, the party returned to the Great Hall puzzled and dismayed. At a loss at what to do, Thranduil doubled and extended the guard so that it surrounded the Woodland realm on all sides.

"Use your feet more, and your guard is slipping, come on, up Gwathor up!"

Legolas and Elwen were sparring using double blades, or at least Legolas was using them and Elwen was doing her best to keep him at bay. Legolas had had three times as much practice with double blades as Elwen had for she used a sword and a bow and arrow instead. But at her request, Legolas agreed to teach his sister more techniques to use with double daggers and although she agreed she would never be as good as Legolas, Elwen was gradually getting better at using the twin knives. They were practising in the courtyard extending from their chambers, as it was the Kings order that Elwen should not leave the grounds of the Hall unaccompanied, and Legolas was recovering from a bruised rib after the encounter with the spiders. Neither were particularly pleased with their situation, but would not let the other out of their sight, and so they relieved their pent up nerves with some training.

Elwen tried to turn to the offence in order to disarm her brother, so she drove her left hand into Legolas' daggers while her right worked around from the side to disarm him. At the last minute however, her brother worked his dagger out of her attack to counter the blow, then suddenly Elwen felt a buzz in her fingers as her dagger mysteriously vanished from her grip. She was left rubbing her hand and glaring at her brother. Legolas laughed and took a bow. "If you are going to use a dirty trick like that Gwathor, you must be prepared to be played one yourself"

Elwen's glare turned playful "It wasn't a trick gwador and it almost worked after all, in which case, if you were an orc, you'd be dead."

Legolas laughed at this and threw his arms around his sisters shoulders. "Yes, but tithen-neth, you have forgotten something very important."

Elwen looked up at him "And what is that Laiqua"

"If you use that trick on an orc, he will just lop your head off with his scimitar, where as my trick leaves your other hand free to actually kill your enemy." He look triumphantly at Elwen.

"Yes" Elwen said, then pretended to look puzzled, "But unless you have undergone a spectacular metamorphosis, I see no Orc."

Legolas shrugged "I was speaking figuratively"

It was Elwen's turn to look triumphant "So my trick was only dirty figuratively"

Legolas smiled "Yes I suppose so"

"Which means you only disarmed me figuratively"

He sighed "why did I walk into this"

Elwen grinned "So does that mean I win?"

With that, she began to run back towards the Hall, her clear laughter echoing in the darkening wood beyond the walls of the Woodland Realm.

Thranduil was in his chambers with Galion, his senschel. They were engaged in "paperwork" which for Galion entailed sorting through the vast pile of mansuscripts, letters and reports that were addressed to the king. Thranduil's part mostly involved reading, dismissing and signing his name on various items of interest, and non interest. When the king wasn't signing or speaking, he was contemplating what to do about the threat to his daughter. He knew that it may be more dangerous for Elwen to stay in Mirkwood, but he was reluctant to let either of his children out of his sight for fear that misadventure would befall them. He had already had to deal with Legolas coming back to the Hall bruised and bleeding, or stabbed or poisoned, or all of them at once. He really did not want Elwen to come home in the same state, much less both of them.

But what am I to do?
"My lord...your highness...Thranduil!" his seneschal's voice broke into his reverie and he looked up to see Galion looking at him, with the tiniest glimpse of a smile on his otherwise calm and composed countenance. Realising that he had slid almost off his chair, the King grunted and pull himself up to address his Seneschal "Hmm yes, Galion what is it" He asked, sounding more gruff than he meant. The Seneschal's lips quirked for half a second before his face became composed and he held out a parchment bearing the seal of Imladris, and of Lord Elrond.
"This was addressed privately to you My lord" he said
Thranduil took the letter and broke the seal embossed wax. He scanned the letter for a moment taking in the flowing Quenya script that his friend tended to use. He then started back at the beginning and read from the top.
"Thranduil Oropherian, King the Woodland Realm and Lord of the Eldar of Eryn Galen
Mae Govannen Mellon Nin
Should this letter reach you I trust that it finds you and your own in good fortune. It is late Autumn and here in Imladris we are preparing for the
harvest festival and the feast of Elbereth. Erestor is bustling about looking for his quills and organising food and everything else and so I am at a loss what to do.
Mellon-nin, I have a proposal to make you. As you may know, Elladen and Elrohir have been occupied for several moons in quelling the Orc numbers and other fell beasts in The Wild and my youngest, Estel has lately joined them and my house is left to me desolate. Arwen is in Lothlorian and will not return for many months yet. However, the twins and Estel will be taking a break from their sojurn at my request in order to celebrate the festival in Imladris, and they intend to see the winter out here. It is their request-and mine- that you lend me your son and daughter in order that they may enjoy the festival in my house and the company of my children for the winter months afterwards. Estel has lately been complaining that it has been many months since he last saw Legolas and the twins feel likewise. For myself, I could wish nothing better than to show my hospitality to your children, at your behest of course. If this arrangement pleases you, send a courier with your reply at the soonest convenience so that I may make arrangements.

Namarie, Mellon Nin
Elrond Peredhil
Lord of Imladris

Thranduil looked thoughtfully at Galion when he reached the end of Elrond's letter. The Seneschal glanced up from the documents he was organising

"My lord?" Galion asked "What news?"

Thranduil handed him the parchment "maybe, just maybe"

I did it, I did it, Oh yeah yeah yeah Wooh!

Ok so thats over, wow longest chapter. If I can keep this up it will be a positive triumph! I LOVE YOU FLORIEL, please dont hurt me :D

Tithen Pen: Little one

Gwador: Brother

Gwathor: Sister

Nin: my

Mellon: Friend

Namarie: Goodbye

Mae Govannen: Hello/Well met

Elbereth: Queen of the Stars

YAYAYAY!

R&R and point out typos and spelling errors etc.