Disclaimer- I don't own Elladan. Or Thranduil. But I own the rest…yeah.
A/N- r&r please!
It was twenty-seven years past the War of the Ring. All was well-or at least it was better than it had been for some time. The fair wood elf Veamarthien walked through Eryn Lasgalen, looking for nothing, simply watching the trees. She thought about her life, about her long years, and about her family: Her father Thranduil and brother Legolas, specifically. She noticed all of the traveling of her brother, and always wondered for his welfare. She missed him, and frequently thought of him during the times of song, the times of gladness, and the times when there was need of a good archer.
But one day, all of her worries were interrupted momentarily by a visit from a great elf. Elladan, son of Elrond, had arrived with tidings of good will from his father.
"None of my kin have been to Eryn Lasgalen in some time," said he, to Thranduil in his great hall. "I was in a traveling spirit, and so I decided to ride here to visit the forest."
"Well, Elladan, you are welcome in my house for as long as you wish to stay." Veamarthien was glad at that, she and Elladan were friends, and she surmised that he might know of Legolas.
Thranduil ordered that his server, Astaldolotwen, take Elladan to a spare room. Vea accompanied them, and spoke to Elladan. "Elen sila lumenn omentielvo! How are things in Rivendell?"
"All is well," answered the dashing elf. "I merely come to visit and speak with friends."
"Well Narië is a good time for visiting, while the trees are in bloom and leaf." Her curiosity took over suddenly, and she said "Elladan, have you tidings of my brother?"
"No, none recently. That is, none for a few months. He was at my father's house in Narvinyë, but he tarried not long, and soon set off with the dwarf Gimli. They have been travelling since. Do not worry for him, Vea, he is capable of protecting himself."
"I know, but I do miss him."