((Author's note: Yawn, two o clock in the morning. Ah bloody hell. I need to write.))

Nilwen gasped at the elf before her. "Narheru?"

"Mae govannen Firith,"* the elf replied.

"You came back? But you were banished! You were traveling with Gildor and the other Exiles last I heard of you!"*~

"Aye, but I have returned only to see you fair sister."

"I am very glad you did Narheru."

"As I am also."

Nilwen hugged her brother tightly, and laughed. It had been over a thousand years since they were parted. Nilwen, Narheru and Alkcorion talked the night away, not feeling a bit of sleepiness. The conversation began to deepen to where Alkcorion asked why Narheru had been banished.

"It is a long story, but I shall shorten it as much as possible," Narheru stated solemnly. His pleasant smile had faded to a most grim and saddened face. He continued and strayed off still talking, but only thinking of his memories as he talked. His complexion paled and he began to look into the night sky.

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Narheru stood with a bow in the Golden Woods of Lothlorien. His figure in perfect aim of a deer, arrow fitted and stretched to kill. He let the arrow sing its song through the crisp morning air; it marked its spot well. The deer felt no pain as he had wished it wouldn't. Narheru jumped from his still position and darted to his kill. Only then did he realize he had shot Celeborn's own stag. The silver horns were hidden from even his keen eyesight by the fog and mist. He sank to his knees and cupped the stag's head in his hands. It was dead, no life, already beginning to become icy. There was only one thing that the grieving archer could do, face Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel. The penalty to any who touched, moreover kill, the stag would pay with his life. Narheru picked the creature up with ease and walked to Celeborn and Galadriel's throne room. Elves lowered their heads as he passed, stricken with grief and sorrow. Each felt their hearts throb with pain and suffering for the deceased beauty. Narheru climbed the stairs and awaited the doors to open. He did not have to linger long, for the doors opened as soon as he had arrived. He strode into the silver lit hall and faced the lord and his lady.

"My Lord Celeborn, I have slain the Great Stag," Narheru stated solemnly.

"Brethil?"*

"Aye my lord, I am sorry."

"You know the penalty of this."

"I do not deny it, I await my death."

"Narheruion, by the sword you shall pass on."

"Yes my lord."

He was cut off suddenly when three wood elves burst in.

"My Lord! Orcs hath taken the Lady of Light's niece!"

Galadriel stood aghast, "Send forth Haldir and his high elves." Narheru suddenly moved forward. "My Lady, I know where they would have taken her, I may be able to track them."

"Very well then go Narheruion. Hasten, she must not be hurt!"

Narheru darted out of the hall and whistled shrilly. A mahogany bay stallion charged towards him. He grasped the mane and galloped off into the mist. Galadriel stood watching, waiting, and dreading the fate of her niece. Narheru rode at full speed to recover the maiden. His horse sweating and snorting in the mist.

"Noro Lim Belegduin!" the horse checked his pace and hastened past his normal speed. The stallion came upon many obstacles and leapt over them effortless. Narheru caught sight of the orcs; he slowed his horse to a jog and approached quietly. He suddenly dismounted and inaudibly crept behind the trees. Upon his arrival, he saw to his horror and grief, the elven maiden pierced by a spear. Narheru leapt out of hiding and began to slay the orcs in a great rage. After killing most, the shrieking and frightened rabble clambered noisily into the haze. He fell to the maiden's side; she looked timidly into his face and then left Middle Earth for all eternity.

He rode with the mortal remains of the beautiful niece to the silver hall. Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel were waiting. They were silent when he dismounted, and austere upon seeing the body.

"The orcs pierced her before I arrived, I am sorry," Narheru confessed with sadness in his voice.

"Narheruion, I have recognized your deed worthy to pass death. You still will be punished, but with banishment from Lothlorien," Celeborn announced.

"Yes my Lord."

"Farewell Narheruion, may you encounter the Gildor and his elves at Woodhall."

"Farewell Lord Celeborn and Lady Galadriel."

Galadriel lifted her stunning eyes and kissed Narheru softly bidding him a safe journey. Narheru turned and whistled once more to his steed. The horse trotted softly to him and they made their way to his chambers to gather his belongings. He collected them and galloped off to Woodhall.

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"And that is how I was banished Alkcorion," Narheru concluded.

"I am sorry to hear, but will you not be caught here?" Alkcorion asked grimly.

"Aye, but I had to say my blessings to my sister, Nilwen, I am destined to the Gray Havens."

The information struck her as a blow to the heart. Here was her dear brother, telling her that he must forever part until they met together in the Havens? 'NO!' she mentally screamed.

"Nilwen, listen to me, I know you grieve at this news, but I fear it is time. Lasto beth ar dina.* Nilwen, you are my sister, and I love you as one. You are skillful with the bow as I am, use it to defend yourself. As I have taught you dear sister. Uuma dela, tessa sina."

He handed her a small silver dagger. "It is the gift I received from our mother, before she died. She wanted me to give it to you when you were old enough to handle it. You proved it just now when you pinned me to my back Nilwen." He smiled slightly and hugged his sister close. "I shall miss you Nilcoirewen."

"As I will also Narheru." She began to stifle a whimper.

He turned and walked out the door, leaving Nilwen. Alkcorion drew her to him and she fell asleep with her sorrows buried into his shoulder.

((Author's note: Well, what do you think? Review please))

Mae govannen- well met*

Brethil- Silver Birch*

Lasto beth ar dina- Here this and be silent. *

Uuma dela, tessa sina- Don't worry, here, take this.

*~ Gildor is mentioned in the Fellowship of the Ring. He and his elves were Exiles before sailing to the Gray Havens. They lived relatively close to the Shire, where Sam, Frodo, and Pippin met them on their way to Bree. (just a bit of background to those who stay true to the books.)