"Ava stop teaching the Hobbits to curse in Elvish!"

Aragorn suppressed a laugh as his foster-fathers barked the order, for the sixth time that morning. Most of the elves that had arrived in Gondor for his wedding were normally quite busy, always having meetings or other work to do. However, in Gondor they had nothing to do at all, the older elves were quite content to read the younger ones however, weren't handling the downtime quite as gracefully. Ava least of all.

"Read a book Peneth, before you meet your untimely death" Elrond added with a sigh, turning the page in his own book

With a sigh Ava rose from where she had been sitting cross legged on the floor with the Hobbits "If you insist-"

"I do"

"I will read a book then"

"Good" For a moment everything was silent in the library. Aragorn was playing a game of chess with Elrohir, Arwen and Elladan both watching intently. Elrond and Glorfindel were reading, and Erestor was madly scribbling at something in the corner, probably a letter. Merry, Pippin and Sam had begun stuffing their faces with food now that Elrond had put an end to their lesson.

"They have a book on elves!" Ava excitedly announced, drawing the attention of those in the room "This ought to be interesting"

Blowing the dust of the ancient book she cracked it open, probably the first one to do so in many years. The books in the library were in the process of being translated out of the old english so more people could read them, the book on Elves however was so old nobody could read from it anymore. Except, of course, the Elves.

"Little is known about the Elves" She read out loud, in a voice that sounded suspiciously like and imitation of Elrond's voice "For they rarely leave their caves and dwellings-"

She stopped reading, "Caves? Really? They think we live in caves?" With a shake of her head she began reading again "Some stories say that those who wander too close to their dwellings will be killed, for their knowledge- Oh my, they really have a low opinion of us"

Mumbling to herself she scanned the pages of the thin book, looking for an interesting passage to read aloud "Those that have come into contact with these creatures all describe them as-" She frowned at the page for a moment, before striding over to Elrond lowering the book to his level "What's that word? I can't read it"

"Gleeful"

"Oh thank" With a graceful leap she landed on the top of a table, holding the book as one might an important scroll for show "Would describe them as Gleeful and undoubtedly childlike"

She paused for a moment, glancing at the elves around her "All six of you are broken then. You are neither gleeful nor childlike"

Then she continued "The only certain thing we known of them is their love and connection to their families, demonstrated by the great lengths they have gone to retrieve loved one's from parral"

"I think thats about the only thing they've gotten right!" Glorfindel announced with a chuckle

"If elves love their family so much, how come your father left you Ava?" Pippin asked around a mouthful of food, glaring at Merry when his cousin hit him for such a thoughtless question

Instantly the happy mood in the room changed. Ava's, situation, was hardly ever mentioned. An elf leaving their child was unheard of, only happening two times before, it was a touchy subject for them. The elves exchanged glances, worried of how Ava would react to the question.

Solemnly Ava closed the book, jumping down from the table and placing the book back on the self "I asked Thranduil once, why he left"

This was news to Elrond, he remember her asking him multiple times as an elfing and he had always managed to avoid answering that particular question. He only assumed Thranduil had done the same.

"He said that after the Orcs killed my mother my father went mad with grief, he said at first he was melancholy, then he became angry" She turned away from the group, faceing the window "He said that a week after her burial he went off in search of the Orcs who had done it. And he didn't come back"

"Everyone assumed he had been killed, like my mother. It wasn't until four hundred years ago that he sent a letter saying that he was indeed alive, he asked me to come see him in Lorien"

"Did you go?" Pippin asked, enthralled in the somewhat depressing story

"No Pippin, I didn't go" The room was silent for a moment longer before Ava cleared her throat "If you would excuse me I think its time somebody woke Legolas up" With that she strode from the room, not meeting anyone's eye.

...

He heard the door open softly, and decided to ignore it for he was quite enjoying his sleep. He simply assumed somebody had come to check on him as both Elrond and Glorfindel had done that morning. It wasn't until he felt somebody sit near the foot of his bed that he he thought, perhaps he should wake up. So much against his will he refocused his eyes, which immediately found the figure sitting at the bottom of his bed.

He wasn't the least surprised to find that it was Ava. He was, however, surprised in her demeanor. Her hands were pulling at one another, her back just a little too rigid and her eyes much too glossy for his liking. He had known her long enough to know the that something was wrong.

" Good Morning" He greeted

"Morning"

"How late is it?" Legolas was running through the events that had happened in the last few days, but he could think of nothing that could have upset her. Briefly he remember that Eowyn had been upset last night, but it had distressed Ava then she would have found him before now. He couldn't think of what was wrong.

"Late"

"Ava what's wrong?"

For a moment it looked as if she were about the burst into tears, "Come for a walk with me?"

"Alright" Bewildered he got out of bed and followed her into the garden that layed just behind his room.

He caught up with her quickly, linking his arms with hers. "Ava what's wrong?"

"Its a beautiful day, I hope its this since tomorrow for the celebration tomorrow"

"Ava" Legolas stopped walking, keeping hold of her arm to force her to stop with him. "What's wrong?"

"I don't understand Legolas"

"Understand what?"

"Did he forget about me? Did I ashame him? Did he just not want to come back? I don't understand!"

Oh, so somebody had mentioned her father. Generally, whenever somebody mentioned him she played it off as if it didn't meant much to her, at least not as much as it really did. The truth was it nearly tortured her, after she had learned he was still alive and simply hadn't come back. "Ava.."

"Its ridiculous I know" She turned away, furious with herself for being so upset over it

"Its not ridiculous" Gently, her turned her back to faceing him "Its not ridiculous" He repeated, wiping away the few tears that had fallen "And I wish I had an answer for you, but I don't"

Biting her lip to fight back her tears she nodded "And if you ever want to go talk to him, I will go with you. You know that right? You won't have to go alone" Again she nodded "Good"

So I still havn't decided if I want to write her father into the story or not. However, I thought I should clear up the whole "abandon" Thing.

Please keep reviewing with your opinion on weather or not Ava's father should join the picture!