Thanks for all the reviews!!! I know that this chapter should be a big improvement over the last. I hope that you all enjoy it. I'm sorry about the paragraph thing but my computer keeps putting it into paragraphs and I am having trouble fixing it. I know that the people are out of character but since I'm the author that's how it's going to be. (Plus it is easier to keep my plot on the right line) I have more to say but I've decided that it might give something away (You probably already know anyways.) so you'll have to read the story or go to the bottom of the page to see. Read first then look!

~***~ The moon's light shown into a small clearing. It illuminated five figures. Two of them were surrounded by the other three, who were spread out in a wide triangle around the first two. There wasn't much room to move in the small camp, so there was no real threat of escape. In fact, it couldn't really be called a camp. All it was was a fire and the unused bedrolls the people should have slept on. The moonlight played on the cloaked ones' golden colored hair. Wait, the light shifted. Now was the true color silver like the moon itself? It danced around their features, showing two sets of pointed ears. Their eyes took in the moonlight with an unnatural glow. A small cloud briefly covered the moon. In the time it took for the moon to peep through the grey curtains of clouds, Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas had all figured out what the two that stood before them were. They were two elves.

"Grr." Growled Gimli. The first elf lowered its weapons. The second one started to step into the light. Suddenly, Gimli picked up his axe and charged towards the first. The others were too startled to do anything. It felt like an eternity, Gimli charging the elf while the other had a look of slight shock on their face. Grimly, the elf stood their ground, unblinking at the certain death that lay before it.

"No!" shouted Aragorn. (Keep in mind this lasted only a few seconds) Clang! Gimli was lying on the cold ground, still holding his axe. The elf stood, a Leaf blade in their hands. Leaf swords were highly valuable and this one was no exception. The blade was silver with a sharp edge that could cut most things, with the exception of the few things harder than it. That meant a mainly diamond. The hilt of the sword was a dark green, with a blue gemstone, a sapphire, in the middle. It was the type of sword that was light and good for close combat. The downside was that since it was light, it was prone to being knocked out of the bearer's grasp. This one was obviously well taken care of. It was held at the right spot to parry a blow and use their opponent's weight against them. The beautiful blade was sheathed as they walked over to the momentarily stunned dwarf.

"Dwarves." Said the first figure. "Don't think before they attack." The second one helped Gimli up, carefully stepping over a bedroll to reach him. Gimli was neither impressed nor amazed at the elves.

"What are your names?" he asked grumpily, while he tossed a few dry twigs onto the diminishing fire.

"I am Namarie." said the elf that picked Gimli up. She bowed. Next, she gestured to the elf beside her. "And this is my partner."

"Glacier." The second elf supplied her own name, barely inclining her head. The heat from the fire caused Glacier and Namarie to remove their cloaks and hold them in their arms. They waited expectantly for someone to speak. The three men were shocked that two women could track and capture them in the woods. They shock it off rather quickly, though, for they had met others with the skill to do so. Aragorn decided to voice the opinion they all wanted to know.

"What are you doing out here?" asked Aragorn. "It is a very dangerous spot for just two women."

Namarie started to speak. "What are your na."

Glacier cut her off, saying. "We owe them one question before we ask ours. Remember, we surprised them." "Fine." Said Namarie, annoyed that her partner had cut her off. She walked to the other side of the fire and sat down on a rock positioned near the fire as a seat, glaring at her friend. "Take a seat." Glacier leaned back against a tree close too the fire and smiled defiantly. "Can I answer it then?"

Glacier smiled and nodded. "Go right ahead."

Namarie began. "We are traveling to Rivendel for a council held by Lord Elrond and King Thranduil of Mirkwood. We do not know what is to happen there nor do we know what it is for. We have chosen to go unaided because we may go swifter without a lot of people. Now, who are you? Where do you seek to go?" Legolas decided he should answer. The only reason Legolas hadn't spoken was because he was sizing the two up.

Namarie was tall, just taller then Aragorn. She had straight blond hair and blueberry blue eyes. Like all elves, she had a tall and skinny build and was fair skinned. She spoke softly and with a trusting voice. Her voice was musical, as if she sung a lot. Altogether she had a much gentler nature than her partner. He knew that though her appearance was gentler she was just as strong as her partner when she needed or wanted to be. He could tell that she was ready to spring if something went wrong. She shifted uncomfortably on the rock. Apparently preferring to stand, she got up and walked over to her partner. Namarie was judging them. He looked at Glacier. She had moved over so that Namarie could lean against the tree too. Glacier had the look of a tracker. She was the about the same height as Namarie, give or take half an inch. She too was thin and fair skinned. Her hair was a darker shade of wavy blond except for two light blond streaks in the front. It went to a little below her shoulders. She shock her head to get rid of a strand of hair in her eyes. Her eyes were a deeper blue than Namarie's and showed signs of a cunning intelligence. Her voice did not give much away. He could tell that she too, could sing and was quiet, but that was all. She could fight and Legolas knew it. Her hand was resting on the hilt of her sword in a relaxed posture, which could switch to offensive in a second. The last thing he noted about her was how she was unusually calm. Both of them wore all different shades of green. They were dressed similar in appearance. They both wore breeches, a light colored tunic, a traveler's cloak, and knee high leather boots. Glacier looked at him, waiting for him to speak and judge him as well.

"We have also been summoned to the council. I am Legolas, this is Aragorn and Gimli." Legolas looked at the two he had just named. He asked them an unseen question. They nodded and told him to go on. "You may travel with us if it pleases you. I must warn you that it will not be easy. We don't stop constantly or eat much. You will have no special privileges. Will you still join us?" he paused and looked expectantly at the duet. Glacier smiled and whispered something to Namarie. Namarie let out a stifled giggle and hit her partner lightly on the arm.

"That's mean. Funny, but mean."

"What?" Aragorn said.

"She said." Began Namarie. "That we would have an easier time than the dwarf. How fast could he go?" Everyone but Gimli laughed.

Since none had horses they journeyed to Rivendel on foot. Glacier and Namarie kept pace with ease. It was two days later that they finally strode into Rivendel. They look around the quiet home of elves. They were greeted by Lord Elrond and King Thranduil.

"You're here." Elrond said as they bowed. He looked at Glacier and Namarie. He was smiling but his voice was stern. "You two young ladies," he began. "Have managed to elude our best trackers and your guards. Though I have a feeling you dismissed them. I'm quite impressed." Glacier beamed when he mentioned the trackers while Namarie's smile widened when Elrond spoke about the guards. Though they could not see each other, since they were looking at Elrond, they knew they were proud of their accomplishments.

"And," Said Thranduil. "You have managed to travel with our best warriors." His face suddenly was solemn. "You have heard about the orcs then. Who in middle-Earth hasn't??" He said. They nodded. His face lit up again when he addressed them. "We are privileged to meet you princess Namarie of Fangorn Forest and princess Glacier of Wolfwood. Arwen will help you get ready for the meeting."

Elrond spoke. "But, you must wear what is proper for young women. Meaning a dress."

Glacier looked sullen. "No! Now I won't be able to move." She sighed and watched a swallow dart by the open marble balcony they were standing on. "But I have no choice so let us go Arwen."

Namarie on the other hand looked glad. "I don't mind dresses .I can still walk fine in them." Arwen began to lead them away.

They were surprised to find that they had had two princesses in their company and had never once acknowledged them as royalty. The others were mildly humored by this reaction from the two of them. Elrond smiled as he watched the three leave. Arwen and Namarie were happily discussing what dress they would wear while padding down a corridor. Glacier was just thoughtful, her hand resting on her Leaf blade. She paused and looked towards the ground, as if seeing something. Smiling, she started to hum a unknown melody and allowed herself to be dragged away by an impatient Namarie. Elrond turned to face the three men.

"Thank you for watching them. Also, thanks for not killing them when they found you. Those two are often too silent for their own good."

"Do not worry about that Elrond. Glacier nearly killed Gimli when she parried his axe's blow." Legolas said, remembering.

"I had merely tripped over a log." Gimli said.

Elrond straightened up and said, "Wash up and eat. In four hours time the meeting shall take place." He left as they went to prepare.

A gentle spring breeze blew across Rivendel, rustling all the leaves and flowers. It put everyone in a cheerful mood, whispering of the good things to come. It blew through the gardens and mountains. It blew around Glacier as she looked down at the world from the balcony. It passed between the trees visible from the balcony where the green grass was bent, as if something had stood there just as Glacier had looked out. The carefree wind didn't pause at this discovery; it only continued to blow across Middle- Earth.

~***~ I think I've already made it clear that I don't own LOTR but I do own Glacier. Legolas of Mirkwood owns Namarie. (Wow, that wasn't a lot, oh well) READ AND REVIEW!!!!!