By: Kaitlin - iWolfAngel Editor: William F. Chapter 7 Taking Sides

"Hurry along," Sraet grumbled as both her and the Dust led Angel towards the silver palace.

"What's going on?" Angel asked in a monotone voice. They did not answer, the doors of the castle swung open, the Dust had a crimson glow. They came to the throne room, both of them turned to face their daughter.

"What were you thinking, using your powers like that?" Sraet hissed.

"What, you never told me Bilbo were to die too!" Angel barked.

"The eagles were on their way, you did not need to use your moonlight!" The Dust insisted.

"You could have gotten them hurt or even worse, killed! How could you be so irresponsible?" Her mother sneered.

"How was I supposed to know they were coming? None of them got hurt anyways so why does it matter?!" Angel yelled.

"You should have trusted in us, we said nothing of Bilbo being hurt or killed, he would have been fine if you just-" the Dust tried to explain.

"Stick to the plan? Oh, I'm sorry I'm not perfect, all I try to do is please you guys, even if it means stealing away my happiness, but nothing is good enough for you! What more do you want?" Angel shouted.

"Angel-Light Saphirion!" Sraet roared. "You dare show a lack of respect to us after all we've done for-"

"What have you done for me besides cause me pain? You sent me there, and yes, for a while I was happy, then you had to yank that away! You let one of the only people who ever cared for me die!" Angel screamed as tears filled her eyes.

"Hold your tongue, our intentions were never to hurt you!" Sraet's voice was no longer musical, but resembled that of Angel's, young and angry.

"Then why send me back there? They would have been fine on their own! I would have never met Thorin, or his nephews, I wouldn't have bonded with them! You are the sole reason I carry this pain!" Angel cried. Sraet moved towards her daughter with a glare that could kill, though she was stopped by the Dust who moved in front of her.

"That is enough you two!" He beckoned. They both stopped, hatred filled their eyes as they stared at each other.

"Can I go now?" Angel stuttered through her sadness. Somewhere within the fight, the red in the Dust had turned blue, he was calm, yet still upset.

"Yes, you may." With his permission, she stormed out of the room. Angel soon found herself deep in the garden, finally she sat down on a silver bench, here she sat and cried to herself. She wasn't there long before the Dust crept up beside her. "Angel? I-I'm sorry." Angel's sobs stopped as she looked up to the Man of All. His voice was calm, and honest. "Truly I did not think that you might fall for one of the dwarves, nor did I believe it would hurt you as much as it did." Angel nodded to the ground as he spoke, her eyes swollen and dark, her skin pale and lifeless. "I wish for what I say next to comfort you, even if it hurts as I tell you. Although you and Thorin could have been partners, he is not whom you are truly meant to be with. In the heavens, he will find the one his heart has been longing for, as will the rest, and for eternity they will be filled with joy. They would not wish to know of your sorrow. Thorin will move on, as he hopes you will, in time. Do not fall forever into sadness, the one you are destined for is still out there, waiting for you." Angel listened intensively to him as her grief continued, tears flowing like rivers down her cheeks. The Dust moved closer to her, instinctively, she collapsed onto him. There they sat, his blue and purple light providing warmth to her cool skin. Soon she returned to her healing within the fountains, and it wasn't for a long time had she returned to the battles of other worlds. The Dust had shown her how to make her wings appear, and disappear at will, leaving her to nearly ever have them out, unless needed. Angel never ceased watching over Middle Earth, and as time pushed on, the pain of a regal king had reached her heart. She returned to the White Lands after another battle, but did not need the healing she was offered. Instead she conversed with the Dust on the matter.

"Father, I must speak with you!" She announced while walking through the palace gates.

"What is it my dear?" He asked softly.

"Lord Thranduil, in Middle Earth!" She panted.

"Yes, what of him?" The Dust inquired.

"Something's wrong, he has fallen into darkness, his life is fading! I do not understand why!" She explained in panic. The Dust sighed as he moved towards her.

"His son, Legolas, has left his halls after the fight. He fancied the elf that fell for your dwarven friend, Kili. He knew her death would come, and wished not to see it, though he hasn't returned. I was going to mention it to you, but you seem to get, upset, at the thought Legolas." The Dust paused, examining her as she took in his words. She still watched him without a blink, knowing he was not done speaking. "He feels as though he has lost everything, and no longer does he strive to continue on." He spoke quietly, as if to calm her before her fury raised.

"Would Legolas' return revert his sadness? Give him the will to live again?" The Dust was surprised at her inquiry.

"I believe so, though I am unsure how to direct him-" the Dust started.

"Oh, I'll direct him alright, just leave it to me father, I won't let the king fall because of his son's selfishness!" She declared with a determined stare, she turned on her heel, beginning to walk away.

"Angel, make sure you-" Angel stopped at the sound of his voice, slowly turning back to him with a slight grin. The Dust began to glow with happiness. "I trust in you to make the best decisions. Go my daughter, I will watch over you." Angel smiled at his words and ran out the door, already in her new white tunic she was gifted. Ready for anything.