Elrond was unavailble so they found Glorfindel, Legolas and Estel instead. "That dress looks lovely on you, Dawn," Glorfindel bowed his head slightly. Dawn giggled, "Thanks." "We couldn't get anything for me, Spike or Giles, we need some evening dresses for Will and Dawn and some everyday dresses for Tara," Buffy said. "Let's get that sorted out then," Glorfindel thought for a moment, "Estel would you take Spike to either Elladan or Elrohir's room and Giles to Erestor's rooms and meet us back here when they are changed," he punctuated his last word by laying his hand on Spike's shoulder, "All right, all right," he cried. "Legolas, will you go to Arwen's wardrobe for Dawn and Willow and then to Cal's old room for Tara. I will take Buffy to Narcissi's room." "Yes, Glorfindel, follow me Dawn," Legolas held out his arm and Dawn took it grinning at Buffy. "Legolas, that's your name isn't it?" she asked as they went. "Yes, it is." "Is it true your a prince, Spike overheard something about you being a prince." "Yes, I am the youngest Prince of Mirkwood." "What are you, like twenty- six?" "Oh no, much older," he smiled. "What like in your thirties? Cause you really don't look it." "I'm three thousand years old in a couple of months." "Holy cats! How are you three thousand years old? That is so weird except that its not cause I'm probably older than that cause of the energy I used to have in me." "The key?" "Yeah, so who's Arwen and who's Calenia? And why did Glorfindel look so upset when her name was mentioned?" "Arwen is Elrond's daughter and she's supposed to be marrying Estel but although he loves her he doesn't want her to give up her immortality for him, its extremely complicated." "Why would she have to give up her immortality? Would she have to become a human to marry him?" "In a way yes, the children of Elrond can choose whether to be mortal or immortal and also elves can die of a broken heart and if an elf loves someone and that someone dies sometimes the elf dies too. Its usually not a problem unless there's a war or you fall for a mortal." "So who's Calenia?" "Calenia is Glorfindel's foster daughter, her mother died several years after she was born when she found out that Calenia's father had taken a wife and they had had a daughter. This was one of those times when an elf died of a broken heart. Neither she or Thril- Gaclya knew she was still in love with him. As she died she made Glorfindel promise to raise Calenia, and he did. When Calenia reached two thousand which was only about eighty years ago Glorfindel told her everything and she reacted very badly and went to join the rangers with Estel. Elladan and Elrohir were riding with them already to avenge their mother." "Did she die?" "No, she was tormented at the hands of orcs and left these shores along time ago."

"So why was Glorfindel all teary- eyed." "Calenia will not set foot in either Rivendell or Mirkwood, which is where I live and where her real father lives. He is one of my bodyguards." "Juicy!" she grinned. "If I remember correctly Arwen's room is just around the corner." "Why would you know where Estel's fiancee's room is anyway?" She asked poking him in the side. "I used to come here a lot during my childhood because my father didn't want me to get killed by orcs or giant spiders." "Giant spiders?" "There are several giant spiders in Mirkwood that my oldest brother told me he'd feed me to them if I misbehaved." "That was soooo mean! How old were you then?" "I must have only been around six hundred which is about six in human years. Anyway, I was very close with Elladan and Elrohir and when we were little we used to play jokes on Arwen before she went away to Lothlorien." "What did you used to do to her?" "Once Elladan and I filled her room full of spiders, normal sized ones though, because she was terrified of them when she was 1100, I would've loved to have shown her the spiders of Mirkwood, there was another time when Elrohir had the idea to throw flour at people while they were asleep and our trial person was Arwen and Elladan nominated me to do the throwing. I got in so much trouble especially as my mother arrived two days later." "Was is that bad?" "No, that was the thing, all it did was get in her hair and over the bed sheets but she went crying to Erestor who absoloutly adored her and hated us all because we dropped one of his books in the fire. So Erestor made up this huge thing that we poured bags of flour on her when it was only a handful. I wasn't allowed horse riding for a month and I had to put in extra sword training and I hate using swords. Here is Arwen's room." "Does she know we'll be stealing her clothes?" "Her father does," he grinned and knocked on the door. Something was shouted that Dawn didn't understand but Legolas opened the door and he started speaking Elvish again. She peered inside and saw a woman sat on a couch, she assumed that was Arwen. Arwen looked at her, "Come in." Awkwardly she came into the room, "My name is Arwen Undomiel, Legolas tells me you need to borrow some clothes for you and a friend." "Um, yeah, your dad said we were a similar size." "Dad?" Arwen looked at Legolas. "Atar? Ada? You remember him do you not?" Legolas remarked sarcastically. "Dina, Legolas!" And then she started yelling in elvish but Dawn heard the word "Erestor" and thought that Arwen was threatening Legolas with telling Erestor which seemed pretty childish to her. "So can we have the key or not?" Legolas sighed. "Fine, fine, fine, take it, just don't take anything white or yellow. Just give the key to Aragorn when you see him, don't bother me again," and she threw the key at Legolas who caught it easily. "There now, that wasn't so hard?" Arwen glared at him but all he did was laugh. "Oh, she so easy to wind up," he wiped a fake tear from his eye, "All right, this is Arwen's wardrobe," he opened a door to a room bigger than the room next door. "Look at all these clothes! It's like Cordelia's dream! Gorgeous clothes and you don't have to pay for them!" She rushed in. "I had no idea it was so big, my wardrobe is a wardrobe not a room! Ed' i'ear ar' elenea!" "What does that mean? You keep saying things and I have no idea what you're talking about, like before when you called Elladan a dwarf," she said absently as she pulled a few dresses of the rail. "Naugrim is dwarf in my tongue." "Oh, do you like this?" she held up a dark grey evening dress. "Vanima." Dawn looked at him. "Beautiful, vanima is beautiful." "Oh good, well hold that because that's one down. I should find a green one for Willow, she looks really pretty in green. Can you see any green?" "Antolle ulua sulrim," Legolas said shaking his head. "Oh there's one, I can't reach it could you get it for me?" "Amin naa tualle," he mumbled. "Hey! No speaking elvish while humans are in the room." "How else could we insult you with out you knowing?" "Did you insult me?" "Only a little I said "antolle ulua sulrim", "much wind pours from your mouth"." "Meaning I talk too much. And what else?" "I said "Amin naa tualle", "I am your servant"." "Damn right you are, now get me that dress." Dawn grinned, "Ooh! Shoes." "I wouldn't touch Arwen's shoe collection," Legolas handed her the dress, "Come on, you've got enough there, we need to get clothes for Tara." He tugged her hand, "But. but, clothes."