Destiny's Circle
Destiny's Circle
by Elelome
Website: Arwen Evenstar

Arwen walked swiftly through the halls toward the voices. Her brothers, usually so adept at minding their own business, were speaking very loudly indeed at the front door, possibly to some stranger.

"How dare you come here?" That was Elladan's voice.

"You, cousin to the bastard that disgraced my sister!" Elrohir. And Arwen then knew that it must be young Legolas, son of Mirkwood's Thranduil, and yes, cousin to Daz.

What did that matter? The years had been washed away like snow in the sun, and Arwen was in love with another.

"Elrohir! Elladan!" she said, stepping out into the hall. "Stop! He is a guest under our roof, and is not responsible for Daz's actions so many years ago." They paused, looking back at her, and Elrohir made a pleading gesture toward her.

"Let him in." She spoke with command, and what could they do but obey? Elladan opened the door, and Legolas stepped through.

He looked like Daz and yet not so; the hair color was different, and there was a merrier look in his eyes. Obviously this elf was not yet world-weary.

"I am indebted to you, lady," he said, bowing graciously. "I am on a mission from my father, and intend no harm to you or your house."

"I know that," she said, extending her hand. "Be welcome. And you, my brothers, make your peace. I would not have you quarreling with any guest under our roof."

And just like that, the fight was forgotten, and Arwen put the last memory of Daz away forever.