Hey! sorry it took so long busy a lot but ill try to update more. I just want to let you guys know ahead of time that I'm writing this story from the movie I'm on the first couple pages of the silmarillion (which I must say is good so far) so I don't really know all the little errors that I do. Thank you for telling me my errors for those of you that did. well on with the story oh and I don't own anything except Margaret of course! Enjoy!

(a while later)

Margaret yawned and stretched a bit trying to wake up, blinking she looked around her room. She was definitely not a morning person and could tell it was almost noon.

She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes and quickly got dressed in a navy blue tunic and leggings. She tied her hair up in a matching ribbon and grabbed her bow and arrow then dashed downstairs, she was late for archery practice again. Her father, before he died was the captain of the elf warriors of Rivendell let her train with the others.

Scolding herself she ran into an open field were her friends stood practicing there archery. Margaret tip-toed to her spot and began to shoot at the red target in front of her.

"Late again I see" a voice said behind her making her gasp from shock and surprise. She put her hands down and gave a heavy sigh "sorry Namerell I didn't mean to be late it's just my handmaiden, she didn't wake me and-."

She trailed off as Namerell gently laid his hand on her shoulder and stared into her soft green eyes. "You can't blame anyone but yourself" he whispered "now since you're my friend ill give you one last chance I'm not supposed to but ill make this one last exception after this that's it."

Margaret nodded and proceeded on her practicing while Namerell walked around to observe.

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After practice Margaret went upstairs to her room and sat down on her canopy bed. A book laid on her table which she picked up and leafed through, her handmaiden Elaina always left a new book on her dresser when she was done with her book before hand.

She began to read thinking to herself 'oh well I have nothing else to do' when to her gratefulness a knock came at the door. "Come in please" she smiled as the door opened ajar and Arwen stuck her head in.

"Are you busy" she asked with pleading eyes that begged for her to do something with the anxious elf. "No not at all I'm just as bored as you are" Margaret stated tossing the book aside and moving over as Arwen practically skipped to the bed.

"Let me do your hair" Arwen smiled pulling Margaret's brush off the desk next to her. She just shrugged and turned her back towards her as she began to brush through her light brown hair humming to herself.

Margaret recognized the tune and softly sang the words (A/N I don't know why they are doing this but oh well). Just when they were getting to the good part Arwen asked "have you heard anything from Aragorn yet".

Margaret just grumbled "you ruined the moment you know that right." Arwen bit her lip "sorry but has he" asked with concern in her eyes. "No" she responded, Arwen let out let breath she had been holding in "I worry about him all this war and battle."

Margaret took her friends hands "don't worry" she said "he is strong and has great hope". Arwen's eyes became glassy and a tear streaked down her now pale face. Her soul was mourning with sorrow Elrond, her father wanted her to leave to the undying lands with the others but she wished to live with Aragorn.

"I do not wish to go" she whispered then sniffed a couple of times before turning her attention to the sky outside Margarets balcony. That's when she spotted the dove gliding towards the ledge, Arwen dried her eyes and jumped up "it's here" she squealed.

Margaret flustered from Arwens yell and fell off the bed (a/n I know I'm supposed to make them more elf like but I wanted to put a more teenage girl type spirit in them).

Arwen ran to get it but Margaret grabbed the rim of her dress "hold on" she called from the floor. Arwen looked down at her then covered her mouth with her hands "I'm so sorry" she gasped helping her poor friend off the floor.

"Now if you'll excuse me I'll open my letter" Margaret snapped and carefully loosened the ribbon from the doves leg. Arwen jumped up and down clapping her hands together "open it" she giggled.

Margaret eyed her angrily which made her shut up and sit down stiffing a laugh she opened the letter as slowly as she could to annoy Arwen. Which seemed to work as she gave an anticipated moan that made Margaret smile maliciously.

She laid he letter down on her desk and began to read with Arwen whispering across the room "what's it say what's it say." Margaret gave the note a puzzled look and pulled it away from her face "is something wrong" Arwen asked, Margaret shook her head and threw her hair over her shoulder.

Then she said rather calmly and confused "It's not from Aragorn it's from.....Legolas" Arwen raised an eyebrow and scoffed "why would he be writing to you." Margaret rolled her eyes and began to read the letter out loud:

Margaret,

Tis I Legolas, I was a little shocked to find you letter when I was collecting fire wood. I had no idea Aragorn was writing you till then, It seems as though he has gotten himself into trouble and Gandalf has requested for him to stop writing to you. Though he has still decided to do it in secret. He got so anxious to hear from you he almost ripped the letter to shreds, it was funny truly a sight to see. There are often times where I see him sitting alone he looks sad, he misses Arwen I can feel it. So much sorrow is dwelt in his heart, and doesn't want her to go but denies it saying it's for the best he loves her I know it. Be sure to tell her that! It'll be a while before you can talk to Aragorn or me (that is if you want to) but if you do send us a letter know that we will read it even if we don't respond for a while. Well be fine but Gandalf does have a point it is becoming to much of a hazard. All my best whishes to you and Arwen in Rivendell.

Legolas

Greenleaf

Margaret pulled out another piece of paper to respond while Arwens eyes began to water "he misses me" she chocked through her happiness. "Looks like it" she responded, Arwen laughed as tears brimmed from her eyes and ran out Margarets room giggling like crazy.

"She is so weird" Margaret grinned.

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yay! done I didn't like that chapter much but I want to know how you like it so click that review button you know you want to lol. Again I want to say that I made Arwen and Margaret(not intentionally) kind of with a teen age attitude you know since there friends and all. the next chapter will be up sooner then this one took I promise!