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Chapter 20

After I had sufficiently cooled off enough to be only annoyed, I sought out paper and pen and sat down to write. I wrote to Legolas and King Thranduil.

Dear Brother and Adar,

Firstly, I miss you lots, dear brother of mine. I am sorry I have not come to visit- unfortunately, I was and am still quite busy. Adar, I am sorry I have not come since the last time: I am afraid that that also is due to my exhaustion from being so busy.

Now, I have a favor to ask of you both. (Insert my long story from the beginning).

Now that you know, will you be so kind as to host me and my Father for a little while? Just enough time to ask a favor of you. Please return your answer as soon as possible...

Yours always, Narylfiel, daughter of Fire.

And so I sent the message on a small Phoenix of fire. It would return with a letter, I hoped. Preferably soon, too. I sighed wistfully and watched it disappear just as I heard someone call my name.

I turned to see Thorin standing there, and bowed. He strode forwards. "Forgive me." His voice was gruff but apologetic. "I spoke out of turn. You were right."

I smiled softly and nodded. "As am I for speaking so harshly- I am rather tired these days." I added by way of explanation.

He nodded and I proceeded to tell him what I had done. He listened with attention and agreed to come with me should Adar say yes... Don't ask me to repeat what he said when he learned that I called Thranduil Adar. Let's just say that I was tempted to cover my ears and leave it at that, shall we?

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I now find myself laughing at a teetering King under the mountain as he slides off of my Father's back in front of Mirkwood as he gives me a murderous glare. "Mahal, if I had known flying was so-" he cut himself off and attempted to right himself.

I doubled over in laughter and gasped out: "To think that I would have ever seen King Thorin afraid of flying-!"

I finally managed to right myself and looked to the gates to find my brother at the head of the party that had come out to greet us. I pitched myself forwards and flung my arms around him, successfully catching him off guard as we took a tumble to my laughter. "Brother!" I squealed, hugging him tightly.

He was startled for a moment, but then laughed softly and hugged me back. "Would you mind terribly if I got up out of the dirt?" He asked good-naturedly. I scrambled back up and held my hand out, feeling again the soothing vines creep over me with a smile. "Sorry. How is Adar?" I asked, catching the startled looks of the elves and Smaug and Thorin. He cleared his throat and gave me a look that was clearly a brother-to-little-sister chiding. I rolled my eyes with a sigh and then cleared my throat.

"Father, King Thorin, this is my Brother, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. Legolas, this is my Father Smaug and King Thorin Oakenshield. Welcome to Mirkwood." I finished the introductions and then tugged on Legolas' sleeve. "Please?" I begged, squirming. "I wanna see Adar." I wailed.

I could see that he was mentally face-palming. "As a princess of Mirkwood you should be more regal." He scolded. "Go on, Noldorin. I will take it from here." He added wearily. I grinned. "Just call if you need me, Lord Thorin, Father!" I called, scampering away.

"Narylfiel!" I heard my Father roar after me. "I expect an explanation!" I heard him sigh as my laughter floated across the air as I left.

I burst into the throne room to a startled Thranduil, a few guards chasing after me. "Forgive us, my Lord, this-"

"Let her stay. She is my daughter." He cut them off. They retreated quickly, confusion and shock coloring their faces. I paused, then ran to him and threw my arms around him. "Adar!" I squealed. He froze for a moment, then slowly wrapped his arms around me in return. "Are you well?" He asked softly. I answered him with a large smile. He returned a small one as I began chattering.

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"We will provide aid. We will be there."

The negotiations were finally over, to my relief. I laid against my Father with a sigh. He nuzzled me fondly as I smiled softly. I snuggled into his claw and looked into his eye of molten rock. The man was there, looking pained. Tears welled in my eyes again, but I shoved them back. I knew that my Father would be returned to me one day. I smiled wistfully.

"Noldorin?" My brother's voice called softly. I was set down and I walked to him, looking up expectedly. "You are aware that you are immortal, yes?" I paused then blinked, confusion twisting my face.

"No." I replied.

He gave me a look. "Adar wishes to talk with you." I nodded and looked to Lord Thorin. He nodded to says he would wait and I followed Adar into his library.

"Sit, daughter. I have something you should read." He handed me a book and I took it. I read the cover slowly. "The Phoenix and the Flame."

I looked up at him. "Hannon le, Adar. I will read it." He nodded and I left, clutching the book in my hands. There was a small red stone on the top and it glowed as soon as my hands touched it. What was this book that I should feel connected to it?

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"Well done, Naryl. We will be prepared for the morrow. Now, everyone get rest. We will need it for the battle." Everything had been prepared and were just wandering about aimlessly when we arrived. Gandalf gave the order and everyone scattered. I chose a small spot and curled up with the book.

The stone glowed red, and as I touched it, wanting to open the book, it fell out into my hand with a hiss and pop. And I watched with wonder as my skin began to glow.

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