A/N: Just a few things for you to know when you are reading this.

1. When elvish is spoken translation is in ( )

2. I know that some people aren't really related just go with it.

3. Elvish may not be correct. I am mostly using online translators.

Limoladiel

"And look here the way this I is doted is different than the one in the original letter." My older sister tells me.

How could I miss that? I compared these letters together at least a thousand times.

"There is one final test." She takes a sample from both letters and drops them in water.

One letter starts to have ink seep out when one has ink that is staying on.

"Aha! See the ink on the first letter is regular ink made of blackberries and other stuff that dwarves use. The other ink that is staying on letter is made out of wood sap. That is what the elves of Mirkwood use but they added a new ingredient. Spider Webs that is why it is staying and not seeping." Arwen explains to me.

They were right. Kili was telling the truth. They were innocent.

"I have to go say I'm sorry."

"No I need to check something. Come with me." She says and grabs my arm. We are near the great hall Legolas walks in.

"Legolas!" Arwen calls. He stops and turns towards us.

"Does your father have an assistant? One that can forge stuff?"

"Yeah why?" He asks questioned.

That's all I needed to hear. They were telling the truth.

Arwen turns to me. "They didn't write it."

I nod. Legolas and Arwen start talking while I walk numbly to the stables. I need to take this anger out. I saddle up Nessa and change into my training clothes. I watch as the moon rises and I walk Nessa to the training range. I look around and see no one around. I check the dwarves balcony to make sure no one is watching me. I'm not taking any chances of them following me. I mount Nessa and move some brush out of the way to reveal a path that leads to my private training grounds. Once I reach my private grounds I dismount Nessa and let her graze while I take out my throwing axes. I let out a scream and start hurling the axes at the targets letting tears stream down my face.

"You must be angry."

I spin around and see Kili standing there.

"What do you want?" I ask my voice cutting the air like knives.

"I saw you going down the path and I decided to follow you. You seem like your really upset. What's wrong?" he asks and takes a cautious step towards me.

"You're still being nice to me after I have been so horrid to you. Why? You should hate me and want to see me hurt." I choke out.

"You were so sweet to me all those years ago and I want to know what happened to her. What did happen to her?" he questions and kneels by me.

"Life. Life happened. After that letter my life just went downhill. My siblings of course got older and mother had more children so she and father were so consumed with taking care of them I was just kind of thrown to the side. Then about 20 years ago she had a difficult birth and she died a day later. I had to become the mother figure to all my siblings young and old. Taking care of the family made training difficult but I managed. Then about 10 years ago Arwen got married to Aragorn who is now king of Gondor and now I'm alone. I'm alone in this world. Why am I here? I want to know why." I cry and sob and all Kili does is comfort me. I finally stop crying. "I'm sorry that I've treated you guys so horrid. I found out you didn't write the letter. You were telling the truth!"

"Who wrote it then?"

"Thranduil's assistant who can forge stuff." I tell him.

"We will deal with him later. Right now I want to see you throw some more axes. Your aim is amazing."

I laugh and he helps me up. He hands me an axe and I show him how to hit the bulls eye every time.