Repost of chapter seven! Here's a quick language guide to help you out from here until like chapter 20. Thinking, Common Tongue, Sindarin.

Tirnel looked around in awe as the Galadhrim entered their homeland. It was the most beautiful place she had ever seen, and she had lived in a beautiful (if not dark and depressing) forest all her life. The mellyrn stretched overhead, golden leaves blocking the sky that was so far away. She barely noticed as the Galadhrim, who were all happy to have returned, began splitting off of the main group. The remaining elves soon reached Caras Galadhon, City of Light and heart of elvendom on Middle-Earth.

Radagast had been feeling more and more sickly since crossing the borders, but now he started coughing, unable to hide it any longer, inadvertently alerting the others to his condition. As Tirnel glanced over, a little blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. She gasped in horror. "Losdir! Radagast, are you alright?"

The healer wheeled around as best as he could and saw the blood on Radagast's face. "Haldir, I told you this would happen! Help me get him to the Lady, now!"

Haldir closed his eyes and turned his face to the treetops. A moment later, he said, "She knows and is ready. Hurry, Losdir, or we'll be too late. Nemirdir, take Hallothneth to the Gardens and keep her there by any means you must use!"

He wheeled his horse around and galloped off, Losdir right behind him. Tirnel turned to Nemirdir, and he was horrified to see the fire in her gold eyes. "Don't even think about it, Nemirdir. I will never forget if you follow Haldir's order."

Pale and shaking, Nemirdir directed his horse towards the Gardens, one arm looped around Tirnel's torso and pinning her arms. She fought as hard as she could, but Nemirdir was stronger. He dismounted as they reached the Gardens, then shifted his hold to Tirnel's arms.

"I'm sorry, Hallothneth," Nemirdir grunted, dragging Tirnel into the Gardens. "Please believe me. But I do not want to go against the will of my Captain." Tirnel scoffed, then broke Nemirdir's hold on her arms. He tackled her to the ground seeming unwilling to really hurt her, but determined not to disobey Haldir.

Tirnel made no reply, simply trying again to throw Nemirdir off. He did not move, so Tirnel sighed angrily and gave up. Looking around from her vantage point on the ground, a dim memory of the flowers and a bee stirred vaguely in her mind. She closed her eyes and thought, and soon a voice she knew well floated into her mind, speaking in Westron: "Shall I continue to teach her Sindarin, my Lady?" It was Radagast. Another voice, one that was deep and calming as the wind through the trees. "Yes, Radagast. But do teach her Westron, just as an alternative." That must be the voice of Lady Galadriel. Tirnel nearly cried out in shock as the voice spoke again in her mind, saying words that had surely not been memory.

"Welcome, Stargazer."

Tirnel turned her head and saw a beautiful elf walking towards scrambled to his feet, bowing hastily. "My lady! I apologize; I was only trying to follow Haldir's orders and-," Galadriel raised a hand, stopping Nemirdir's frantic explanation. He gulped, nodded as if in response to new orders, and left the Gardens as quickly as he dared.

Tirnel got to her feet, brushing off her tunic, and bowed. "My Lady Galadriel. I apologize for my less-than-formal appearance. Is Radagast alive?"

"Yes, he lives. Tell me, was Nemirdir really following orders?" Galadriel's expression was a mix of laughter and sympathy.

"Yes, he was acting on Haldir's orders and as a way of protecting himself, for I was about to knock him out for access to the Healing Wards."

Galadriel smiled, then helped Tirnel pick all the leaves out of her hair. "That's better. We have much to discuss, daughter of the King. I feared that you would act rashly when you learned the story of your parentage."

"I did try to leave for the palace to run the King through," Tirnel thought with sheepish smile. Galadriel laughed lightly.

"I suppose Radagast managed to talk you out of it?"

"Barely."

Galadriel laughed again, and motioned for Tirnel to join her. They walked around the Gardens, the few elves that were there bowing to Lady Galadriel as they passed. They spoke about Radagast, and Galadriel told Tirnel that he was resting and was to be left alone. Tirnel agreed, and declined attention, saying that her wounds were negligible.

After a while, the subject of Tirnel's past rose again. "I suppose you wonder why you were renamed Hallothneth?" Galadriel asked, nodding to an elf who bowed at their approach.

"I suppose you were trying to keep me hidden? Hence the name Hiding Flower?" Tirnel responded.

"Clever. That's true, and it was your mother who named you Tirnel." Tirnel winced slightly at the mention of her mother. "You do not like to hear of her?"

Tirnel sighed, sitting on a bench by the side of the path. Galadriel sat beside her and waited for the younger elf to speak. "It is complicated. I know she must have loved me very much, to have given her life to save mine, but I cannot suppress a feeling of hate for her previous actions. Why in the world would she-" Tirnel stopped, then resumed again in her mind. "Why would she think that my father would accept her? She had as much chance of getting recognition as a second wife as I do of being recognized as a second child. She must have you dark magic. There is no other way that I could have been born."

Lady Galadriel rose from the bench and shook her head. She held a hand out to Tirnel, who stood as well. "Dark magic or not, your mother has given you this chance to live. Take it. I suggest you stay here, and perhaps join the Galadhrim?"

Tirnel looked shocked, but nodded firmly. "Yes, my Lady. I will be happy to protect my new home."

"Good. I will lead you to your accommodations, and you will be treated as my guest. I will address you as Hallothneth, as will everyone else. It is your choice to reveal your true name, but I suggest you keep it close. Perhaps only very close friends, or," Galadriel smiled slightly, "family."

A confused look spread over Tirnel's face. "I have no family, beyond, well, my father. And he knows me already."

"Ah, but are you your father's only child?" Galadriel's smile widened as Tirnel realized what she meant.

"I-I have-I have a brother?" Tirnel started to pace, walking from the bench to the edge of the path. "I suppose I do. Woodland prince, and all. But I, of course, have no royal standing, being the illegitimate daughter of the King."

Galadriel heard this, but ignored it. "Come with me, I'm just going to check on Radagast." Tirnel followed her to the Healing Wards, staying silent and worried.

Once inside, she rushed to the only occupied bed. Radagast was unconscious, but he wasn't bleeding anymore, and seemed to be sleeping peacefully. Losdir was fussily arranging the herbs and bottles by Radagast's bedside, but Haldir was already gone.

"Radagast!" Tirnel knelt by the wizard's side. He woke, and saw his old friend at his side. "Are you well?"

"As well as can be expected, after the poisoning and excessive mothering by Losdir," Radagast said, taking Tirnel's hand in his own. Tirnel laughed for the first time since meeting the elves. "What about your own injuries, Hallothneth? Have you been seen to?"

Tirnel scoffed. "Radagast, soon after you were whisked away, I was tackled to the ground like an unruly bear. I had no chance to do anything, but my injuries are negligible. Do not worry yourself over them."

Radagast looked shocked. "Tackled! I heard Haldir command that you were to be kept from following us, but I had no idea that would be done!" He laughed, finding the mental image of his friend as a bear quite humorous.

Tirnel smiled begrudgingly, then stood. "Radagast, mellon nîn, I have to go now. I'm joining the Galadhrim and staying here, on the advice of the Lady. I hope you get well soon. I will visit you when I'm not defending my new home."

Galadriel stepped forwards from where she had been having a conversation with Losdir. "Hallothneth, it is time." Tirnel nodded, and squeezed Radagast's hand before stepping back.

"Safe journey, mellon nîn."

Oh man, if you were here for the original post of this chapter, you remember how it came out in HTML format the first time I posted it. Nightmare. Here it is, all fixed up and shiny, with a built in language guide!