Disclaimer: I don't own Lord of the Rings sadly…..*sniffs*

A/N: This is the sequel to my fic Fire Heart. I don't suppose you have to read it first but it might help…in fact it'll help a lot so go read n review it!!

Ok many many thanks to those two talented writers Carrie and Emmithar for their permission to use some of the events from their excellent fic Feaear-Spirit of the Sea! Check out their fic coz it's AMAZING!! Lol. They still wont let me take him home though…..please? Pretty please with sugar on?

Italics (if they decide to appear even tho I format my files) indicate a diary entry.

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*Written after the Battle for Celen, Legolas and Kĩyara have just gone to Lumenn*

Fiarén

Celen is pining for his Atara and Ate're already and they've only been gone a day. It's like having a constant voice in your ear! I don't think I was ever that bad. But then again I had Ári, she's only five years older then me. There's at least twenty years between Celen and us.

Áruinne decided she was going to embroider my cloak with a Greenleaf today but from the way she stormed out this afternoon I'm guessing I'll be needing a new cloak. She tries really hard to be a proper Elf-maiden but whatever she does she has a streak of mother in her that's a mile wide. It makes her angry which makes her more like mother. I don't get involved anymore I like being alive thank you very much.

I've read what I've just written and I'm not being honest. Those things did happen but I'm avoiding saying what I truly feel. It's been over a week and I still hold the feelings of anger against him and the disappointment lingers bitterly. I still don't have a truthful answer. Why didn't father let me fight? Why didn't he give me the chance to help save my little brother? He let mother go and endanger herself. Celorfiwyn went and he's my age. Why not me? I'm skilled enough that I'm sure of. Why? The word torments me and I have no answers to the questions.

I can't write anymore now otherwise I'll be late. I promised I'd go practise archery today.

The oldest Prince of Érinan Lethainne closed the book with a sigh and placed it on the shelf. The worn green cover with silver leaf design comforted him and he smiled at it nestled alongside its fellows. He'd kept a diary ever since he could write. The earliest one was full of big scrawling handwriting telling the reader that he'd eaten all his dinner today; there was no speculation just fact. But now it was his confident, every feeling that he held trapped inside him was also bound in those covers. Every detail of his life recorded in his own hand. It gave him a sense of satisfaction knowing that all those thoughts would never be lost now however long his life lasted.

The prince finished replacing his diary and grabbed his bow and quiver striding out of the door. His footsteps lead him along a familiar path out of the palace down the fifteen steps that lead to the courtyard and past the stables. Once he had rounded the stone building he took a sharp left into the forest. He followed a path that wound through the trees like a brown snake. It wasn't long before his elven ears picked up the sound of bowstrings and laughter. He grinned hurrying forward into the clearing.

The targets that nestled among the trees here weren't the official ones that his father used. These had been erected by Fiarén and his best friend Celorfiwyn years ago and now they were the favourite haunt of young elves. Although they were known to exist parents rarely came here leaving their children to practise alone knowing that one day they would forget about the 'secret' targets.

For now though young adulthood seemed to stretch out forever and none of the elves present realised how soon they would have to grow up.

Fiarén greeted his friends Celorfiwyn, Isarfir and Elwing. Áruinne his sister called down her greetings from the tree where she was perched spectating the events.

"Hey Ári."

"Hello brother. You're late again I see!"

She tossed her deep brown hair back and laughed.

"Flirt" Fiarén muttered under his breath.

"Yes Fiarén, why are you always late?" Said Isorfir mockingly.

"I bet its Celede you know." Put in Celorfiwyn winking at his friend.

"She's the most beautiful elf maiden in the land." Elwing said languorously pretending to be lost in a daydream.

Fiarén smiled and shook his head. He noted out of the corner of his eye that Áruinne had gone very quiet and wasn't smiling anymore. That made him all the merrier because he realised she was jealous. She loved being treated like a princess and Fiarén's friends indulged her no end. When they decided to talk abut someone else she felt left out.

"Cheer up sister I'm sure one of them will marry you if Celede doesn't want them!"

He loved teasing her but it was friendly and returned. Áruinne was making outraged noises and was going to speak when Fiarén cut her off.

"I'm joking. They'd settle for second best."

The others burst into laughter and even Áruinne joined in after a while. When the laughter had subsided the gathered friends fell into speculative silence. Fiarén lent his head back against the tree and closed his eyes, he smiled it was one of those perfect moments when everything came together. He was with his best friends and beloved sister, they were having fun and the sun was shining. For a few minutes all five were in shared tranquillity, all feeling what the others felt. They were young and free with no burdens that came with the years. It was Celorfiwyn who spoke first.

"Come on, let's practise."

"You're right, we'll have plenty of time for daydreaming later." Said Fiarén opening his eyes.

"Who's first?"

"Me!" Isorfir said taking up his position.

He chose his arrow and notched it onto his bowstring carefully. Pulling it back he took aim and let the string pull on his arm for a moment to test its strength before letting it go. He followed the arrow with his light grey eyes and saw it smack into the target. It was a centre hit but slightly to the left. He frowned and motioned to Elwing.

"You next, that was a pretty bad shot."

He shook his head as he walked back to Fiarén. Elwing clapped him on the shoulder as he past him in a gesture of bad luck. Standing on the spot that Isorfir had just vacated Elwing too selected and arrow and took aim. The string was released with a loud twang and the arrow buried itself deep into the target.

"Hey watch those targets!"

"If it was an orc you wouldn't be complaining would you?"

Elwing smirked as he walked away from his near perfect shot.

"Alright me next! Soon wipe away that smile Elwing."

The others didn't mock Celorfiwyn as he took his position, as he had to be the best archer among them. They could tell by the way he stood and handled the bow; it all seemed so familiar to him. It was the same sort of familiarity his father had with the weapons he used thought Fiarén. He knew deep down that Celorfiwyn would always be the more skilled fighter it seemed natural. These thoughts that hid behind a deep friendship did not drive Fiarén to dislike his friend though, they did fuel a healthy rivalry though. Even as Fiarén watched Celorfiwyn's arrow flew true and landed smack in the centre of the target.

The others competitors clapped grudgingly but Áruinne clapped loudest her blue eyes watching Celorfiwyn intently. Fiarén looked at her a grain of doubt in his mind. His friends were her friends and vice-versa but he didn't look at her girlfriends like that did he? Fiarén took his place thoughtfully.

He selected an arrow and fitted it against his bowstring, he took up the tension until his straining muscles couldn't stand it anymore. He looked along the shaft of the arrow and lined the cold steely tip up with his chosen area of the target. He contemplated trying to do what his father had done once and split Celorfiwyn's arrow in two but he knew that he didn't have the power to do that yet. Rather than make a fool of himself he stuck to his original plan. He let the bowstring slip from his fingers and followed the arrow with his eyes.

It landed near Celorfiwyn's but it was too far to the right. He sighed unhappily and turned back to his friends.

"Alright Celorfiwyn you win-again."

"Ahh see you bow down to me now My Prince!"

Celorfiwyn laughed and Fiarén pretended to bow to him. He straightened up and frowned.

"Hey shouldn't you lot be letting me win seeing as though I'm prince and everything."

"No chance!" Came the chorused reply.

The day wore on, the sun trailing slowly across the sky gently being pushed away by the waiting stars of the dark. Once all their arrows had been spent the group turned to knives and then swords. They were so involved in their own little world they forgot totally about meals. They laughed and joked and by nightfall more friends and acquaintances had arrived and there were twenty or so elves sat around a merrily crackling fire.

The firelight danced across fair elven faces and reflected in sparkling eyes. The moon smiled down on them her face full and bright the stars twinkling in a velvet black sky. Aréni flew around the gathered elves casting their soft ethereal glow around the edges of the ring that the firelight couldn't reach. The chatter rose into the air like the heat from the flames and was lost into the expanse of woodland.

A/N: Please review! Thank you! Next chapter should be up soon most likely from Áruinne's pov.