Seeeee? I told u. I went ahead and skipped a few years (about ten) in the story. FYI This is gonna be kinda sad, sorry

Melda stood in the courtyard, her brothers circled around her. Melda was rigid and tense, waiting for a strike. Celeborn was sitting outside of the circle, watching. Suddenly Nolion lunged forward, as Melda carefully dodged the move, grabbing his arm and swinging it around to pin him to the ground. Turiel came next, attempting to nock her off her feet, but Melda jumped and soon had him out of the way too. One by one each brother came towards her, each one ending on the ground. Legolas and the twins were a little more difficult, but they too lost. Eventually it was only Galadorn left. Their fight lasted for a few minutes, and finally the eldest pinned his sister to the ground. There was a tense moment when suddenly both began to laugh and Galadorn stood and offered his hand to his sister.

"You're getting better." He said as Melda brushed the grass off her clothes.

"Hm. You're not so bad yourself."

Everyone was smiling, and Melda didn't think it could be better. Celeborn was next to her, and the sound of her brothers' laughter rang in her ears. Suddenly she felt a drop on her head, and then another. And another. Eventually all of them looked up to see dark clouds above them, and a clap of thunder brought the rain down hard.

Still laughing, the siblings began to run for the palace, and by the time they reached it, they were all soaked and their wet hair stuck to their faces. Deciding it was probably best to get into dry clothes, they all walked into their rooms, Melda going into her own and shutting the door behind her. She changed into a simple long dark blue dress with gold lining, and walked over to her balcony. The rain was harder now, making it hard to see.

Even with the wind and thunder, she managed to hear her brothers' laughter from their room. Walking out of her own room, she swung her brothers' door open and walked in. They continued their laughter and fun when Vanya suddenly appeared in the doorway, knocking the doorframe.

"King Thranduil requests you all in his presence at once. He says it is urgent."

The siblings then wasted no time in rushing to the throne room, where their father was pacing around the room, their mother sitting on her throne, seemingly upset, with her eyes red.

Melda was the first to speak.

"Ada, what is wrong?"

Thranduil turned at his daughter's voice, and relaxed somewhat seeing her in the room.

"Selda, come here. Sit." Melda did, as well as the rest of the siblings.

"You all know the dangers around us. Orcs, spiders, many things that pose a threat, Along with tha battles everywhere…"

The siblings all shared a glance.

"These things have come too close to our borders, and I simply do not think it safe here."

"What do you mean?"

The King sighed.

"I mean, it is not safe for you, Melda."

"What…"

"I have arranged for you and the twins to leave for Rivendell with lord Elrond."

"What are you talking about?" Melda shouted, standing.

"Selda, I am sorry, but I have no choice. I-"

"You DO have a choice, don't send us away!"

"Melda-" Legolas tried to help

"No!"

"Melda!"

Finally she sat, eyes cast downward.

"When?"

Thranduil shifted somewhat.

"Tonight."

Melda looked up.

"Tonight? But-"

"Melda, it is the safest choice we have."

Melda looked down again.

"Please, selda. I am sorry but, I want you safe."

Melda nodded and stood and walked out of the room quickly.

As soon as she turned the corner, Melda let go of her strong will and fierce look. She sobbed as she broke into a run, Celeborn by her side. Reaching her room, she slammed the door closed and started throwing some things into her bag, hardly paying attention to them, but only knowing she needed them. When she reached the last thing, she stared at the perfectly carved bow in her hands. She remembered the very day she held it for the first time, and how Legolas taught her to hit every target perfectly. Legolas. She was about to leave behind not only her home, but also almost all of her brothers, and her best friend. An even louder sob escaped her as she threw herself onto her bed, shaking with each cry. Slowly, it quieted, and Celeborn sat next to her, nudging her arm, whining.

Eventually there was a knock on her door. Melda stood shakily and walked to the door. Her hand only inches from it, she hesitated. Right as she was about to open it, the door swung open and she saw Legolas there. Before she could say anything, he stepped in the room and grabbed her in a hug. New tears forming, Melda hugged him back.

"Legolas, I- I don't want- I can't leave."

"Melda. I know you don't want to go, I don't want you to either, but… If it will keep you safe," He pulled away from their hug. "Then I think we should do it."

"But-"

"Melda, I'm sorry."

He hugged her again and then slowly, the other siblings came into the room, Amansar and Ilisar both with their packs. Lord Elrond appeared in the doorway. He waited, feeling sympathy for the siblings.

When the siblings finally saw him, he smiled sadly.

"It's time to leave."

Melda nodded slightly and walked to her bed, and picked up her pack. She picked up her dagger and sword, and as she reached for her small bag that held her diadem, she saw it was not there. Turning to lord Elrond, she was about to ask where it was when he help his hand up.

"Some of your things were already taken to Rivendell."

Melda simply nodded and walked to the doorway.

The group walked through the halls and finally out the tall doors, where The King and Queen were waiting along with several elves mounted on horses.

"Adar."

Thranduil opened his arms to his daughter and two youngest sons. The three came forward and accepted the embrace, each not knowing when they would see the other again. Melda then hugged her mother, who was crying so hard she could hardly stand.

Finally it was time to go, and Galadorn slipped Melda's cloak onto her shoulders. As he came to clasp it in the front, he looked at her and couldn't help the tears in his own eyes. He hugged his little sister for the last time, as did the rest of the siblings.

Melda mounted her own horse, next to the twins, and looked at her family once more. As the riders took off, Melda's tears mixed with the rain falling on her cheeks.

Who cried? Did you cry? Cause I cried.