Hi all! Newest chapter has been revised, I realized, and knew this before but tired stupidity
has taken over that Elrond has no wife and that her name was Celebrian, and I have memorized most
of the elves family trees so *sticks out tongue* I am smart. Thanx for your reviews, I love you
all tonnes. *hands out lindor* I'm thinking of changing my story categories because its becoming
so angsty...*sigh* Ever heard of a humour/angst? This may perhaps be the first...*deep sighs* Ah
my depressive life... This chapter was sad for me to write... Poor Lika... poor me...


Likara stormed down the hall, Legolas walking with the same heated passion towards Lord Elrond's chambers. Coming to the wide doors she flung them open, not even bothering to knock. The saught for Elf was lying in bed. He stared shocked at the girl who had barged in, Legolas had stayed at the doorway. Lika marched straight to the bed. "Did my father KNOW that the Ring was involved in the mission?" Elrond started to speak, but Lika walked straight up to him. "Did he?" The urgency in her voice masked the deepfound pain that she was almost certain that his answer would bring.

"Yes he did, and how dare you enter my chambers without asking." He spoke now in Sindarin, his voice viabrating with fury. "You know much better, I have never been so rudly interuptted in my life. I know not, or care not how your father runs his kingdom, but in mine Likara, you knock at least before entering sombodies private chambers. And you have no right, be you peasent or princess, to show that kind of disrespect to me. Not even your young age excuses you." She flushed to the tips of her pointed ears, but held her head high.

"So you are meaning to say, Lord Elrond," she spit out the honorific "that you are willing to, forcing me to walk most certainly into my own death. We're you planning on telling me this before I left? And my father-" She brushed a stray hair out of her face. "And my father instructed you to do so? Does he WANT to kill me?" She glared at the elder elf before storming out of the room, not even awaiting an answer. Legolas trailed behind her. He could feel the desperate need in her for reassurance, but he could give her none. His father was often angry at his youngest daughter, for reasons that he excused for a short temper, or tiredness, and he could see how her anitcs could drive most people into helpless frustration, but it had seemed for a long while that he had lashed out at her for pointless things, but never would he do something so drastic to send her on an impossible mission, right?

He stopped, watching Likara as she stopped infront of her room, breathing as one who had been crying for a long time, but no tear was shed. She had cried her tears for her father long ago, no more would fall, but they could try. She turned around, her eyes searching her brother's for comfort, but finding none, she walked into her room, closing the door quietly.

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Legolas sat in his own quarters, sunk deep in his bath. He fiddled with a strand of hair, the hair he was famed for, famed for as much as Lika's was. He ached for her, feeling her own pain, and even more so because he could not help her. "It's her own fault, the childish way she acts." he muttered to nobody in particular, his tone showed clearly though, that he didn't belive his own words. She would not disobey their father though. She feared him enough not to, always frightnened that pushing him to far would result in a more physical pain. It haden't happened but she had told him all those years ago that it terrified her that he would someday. She would do as he bid, though begrudgingly. He smiled grimly. Rarely could somebody make her do what she wanted, and even when she did as she was told nobody had ever made her do it without grumbling and whining and threatening. But she had not laughed genuinely that day, and he had felt a disturbing turbulance in her since she had arrived. Something stirred under her laughter, even if she didn't notice it herself. This was a harsh blow to her and he felt it, the strings that bound their souls in their unbreakable friendship, throbbed with sorrow, and he sighed, one wet hand to his forehead, wondering if this would break his steel strong sister.