Disclaimer: I'm gonna do this for the last time then presume that you all get it for all future chapters. I don't own Lord of the Rings because I'm only a poor Yorkshire lass. BUT being from Yorkshire does have its advantages coz LIV TYLER IS GETTING MARRIED NEAR MY HOUSE!!! Maybe his gorgeousness will be there? If you hear of anyone getting arrested on the big day it'll be me, a

Al n Heidi trying to sneak in lol!! As we're being dragged away all you'll hear is 'can we have his phone number!! Plllleaaaassseee!!!!' He he he!

Ooops that went on for ages didn't it? Sorry. Here's the next chapter.

Passion lover: Well *hurriedly tries to think of an explanation* ermm….ah yes! They wouldn't be there alone in the palace coz Leggles would have left someone in charge and there would be all the other adult elves as well. *phew* Thanks for my 1st review! 

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Áruinne

Fiarén is always pestering me to keep a diary; I know he does because he fills it in religiously. If you can't find him he'll always be in his room pen scratching away. I don't see what the attraction is really but he gave me this book so I feel I should at least try.

So what to put?

All right it's been fifteen minutes and I still don't know what to write.

It doesn't make me feel better writing things down. I don't think anyway.

I stayed with Fiarén and his friends yesterday; I watched them practise killing each other ALL DAY! Celorfiwyn won nearly everything he's very talented. He seems older than the others somehow, he's treated differently as well by the elders. He was even allowed to fight against the mortals and Fiarén wasn't. That's really getting to my brother now I can tell. He wants to prove himself it's obvious in the way he looks when the subject is brought up. Its like something is lurking behind his eyes I know he thinks father didn't let him go because he wasn't capable, but I know he is. Father just loves him that's all. He doesn't want him to get hurt and neither do I. I worry about him because he's always trying to be the best at everything even if it means him getting hurt. Sometimes I don't know what to do. He was happy enou-

There was a knock at the door. Áruinne hastily pushed the unfinished writing into a drawer.

"Come in."

The door opened to reveal two female elves of about the same age as Áruinne. They were both blonde and had light faraway blue eyes. They smiled and rushed in. The girls looked identical and indeed they were for they were twins.

"Nilmadë! Héthien!"

Áruinne got up to greet her friends. They hugged each other violently amid squeals and undecipherable babble. Eventually they broke apart and stood grinning at each other.

"How was it?"

Nilmadë who was the dreamer and poet of the two fell gracefully back onto Áruinne's bed with her hand to her forehead.

"Oh Áruinne it was amazing! Never have I seen such wonder! The trees! And the heavenly glow it's everywhere-"

"What she means is that she's never seen a dwelling of the Noldor before."

Cut off Héthien just as Nilmadë was about to go into full flow.

Áruinne laughed. These were her two best friend and they had just returned from their first visit to Lumenn. If they looked the same their personalities were entirely opposite. The way they were talking now proved it. Nilmadë was a dreamer and a lover of poetry and song; she had a romantic soul and was always talking. Whereas Héthien, born only a few seconds after her was quiet and sensible. She loved the earth but preferred to spend her time sitting and watching it in quiet contemplation. She was the one who kept her wilful and loud sibling in check and saw that she didn't get into too much trouble.

"Eight weeks is far too long for you to be gone you know! I've been getting lonely only having Fiarén and his friends, all they do is practise sword and bow."

"Oh but eight weeks just isn't long enough! You shall come with us next time, and then all three of us can be together. Áruinne there is nothing like it on this earth! The trees are so tall, what did Caladrieng say they were called again? Oh mallorn that was it. Mallorn trees! They tower above you and-"

"Hold it! Nilmadë you're impossible sometimes! Who is Caladrieng?"

"He's her new sweetheart." Said Héthien darkly.

"And I miss him so! Don't be a misery sister."

"I thought Elwing was your beloved."

"Yes. Was. That's the whole point. The elves in Lumenn are so different! They have so much grace! And their eyes! He was so refined and elegant! Boys here just can't compare…"

Áruinne smiled and shook her head at Héthien as Nilmadë continued to gush and change the subject in the blink of an eye.

"She's away with the fairies again." Héthien smiled affectionately.

"So how did you like Lumenn?"

"I loved it Áruinne it was beautiful."

Áruinne smiled inwardly, those words meant more than all Nilmadë's gabbled chatter. Héthien meant what she said and put all her thoughts into her tone of voice.

"No sweetheart for you?"

Áruinne teased, she knew that Héthien wasn't that forward and would probably wait quietly and patiently until her father found her a husband.

"No. Nilmadë was half right, they look beautiful but underneath I know that elves here are more sincere. Caladrieng will have moved on already."

"Hey are you two listening to me at all?" Came a disgruntled voice. In unison they replied.

"No!"

They laughed together and it felt good to have them back. After Nilmadë and Héthien had finished their accounts of their stay in Lumenn they turned to more serious matters.

"We heard what happened with Celen. Did we really go to war to get him back from the mortals?"

Áruinne nodded.

Héthien put a comforting arm around her and perched on the edge of the bed.

"Are you alright?"

"Yes I'm fine. He's back now."

"Did anyone we know get hurt?" Put in Nilmadë.

Again Áruinne shook her head.

"Most of them were forbidden to go."

"Most?"

"Well one was allowed. One of our group."

"Who? He can be our hero!" Giggled Nilmadë.

"Celorfiwyn."

Nilmadë squealed excitedly and bounced up and down on the bed. It was Héthien who glanced into Áruinne's Greenleaf blue eyes and saw the look. Her mouth began to form the beginnings of a knowing smile but Áruinne hastily shook her head as Nilmadë bounded over.

"So what are we going to do for the rest for the rest of the day then? I'm bored now!"

Áruinne grinned and spoke

"Lets go riding!"

The three she-elves walked happily out into the sunshine and around to the stable block. It was a fine morning if a little hot. Two stable boys brought out their horses for them and helped them mount. As soon as they were out of sight from the palace they broke into a gallop, their hair flying and the wind cooling their skin. Anorfildur, Áruinne's horse was a big grey and although he looked spirited he was kind hearted really and Áruinne had only fallen off him occasionally when he hadn't been ridden for a while. Now though he set a good pace with the twin's identical chestnuts. The friend's horse's covered the ground easily and before they knew it they had reached the cliff tops and were looking down on the cobalt blue sea.

They reined their horses in and stood above the golden sands their hands raised to scan the horizon.

"Look there's people already down there!" Exclaimed Nilmadë.

"It's…its Fiarén and company." Laughed Áruinne spotting them. There were four figures in the surf.

"Come on let's go down."

Letting their horses pick the way down the steep cliff path they descended to the beach. Once there they cantered down to where the waves lapped up the shore and dismounted shouting out to the other elves.

"Fiarén! Celorfiwyn! Isorfir! Elwing!"

The boys turned and waved to the girls who hovered on the shoreline, dodging the waves that chased them up the sands.

"Swimming! I never thought of that, it'd help cool us down." Nilmadë said turning to Áruinne.

Áruinne didn't answer but gazed out over the swimming boys who were now attempting to drown each other. Nilmadë frowned at her normally talkative friend, something was wrong. Something that involved this group of warring swimmers.

The elven girls sat and watched for a while. Héthien was absentmindedly throwing bits of bread to a lucky sea bird and Nilmadë was drawing a mallorn tree in the sand. Only Áruinne stayed silent and serious, that was until the boys came out of the water.

They ran up the beach towards the girls who were sat in a line on the warm sand. Their hair was dripping and they were laughing happily.

"Pass that towel would you sister?"

Áruinne was about to hand the material to her brother when Celorfiwyn stopped her.

"Now think about this Princess Áruinne. You could give it to him, your brother, or you could pass it to me."

Smiling and laughing slightly Áruinne gave it to the honey-haired brown-eyed elf that stood in front of her. He smiled back rubbing his head and bare torso dry.

Fiarén frowned.

A/N: Hey all. Thanks for reading. Please review! Kat dear Nilmadë is for you coz she's bouncy (like you) talkative (like you) fun (like you) full of imagination (like you) and most of all she's so great to be around!! Keep writing and fight that block!!