A/N: Hey all. Thanks to Heidi for this chapter, she's the one of the two people I can to talk to about my fic without them keeling over with boredom! But your gonna have to learn their names dear…

In this chapter we get someone making a move…well you'll have to find out won't you, expect me to tell u in the summary? No chance!

Sorry I haven't updated in a while but I was on ma jollies in France. Just got home and looked in the paper. THE BAFTA'S ARE ON TONIGHT!!! Hope your all gonna watch and cheer lotr on and make sure they don't get robbed of best picture again! I mean seriously, how is a film about a schizophrenic maths genius better than lotr?   

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Áruinne

Nothing I do can stop me being an Aithianne. I might have my father's name but I have Fire Heart written inside me, inscribed in blood. I knew it when my father looked at me. All he saw was my mother, her eyes staring back at him, her stance and her way of defying him at every turn. I cannot understand, why me? Fiarén and me look like mother and Celen looks like father but I'm the only one that acts like her. I don't want to have thoughts and feelings so strong that I am their slave and bound to follow them to whatever end.

I have come to realise though that it is the strength of these feelings that have kept mother and father together through everything. I don't think they could live without each other anymore; it's too late for them to learn how.

My Aithianne blood is what draws me to him. I can do nothing but want him.

Áruinne put her pen down and gently replaced the book in a draw. A breeze whispered through the open shutters that led out onto her balcony. Standing Áruinne walked slowly to the fluttering curtains and went through. She stood by the palings, a tall and graceful figure silhouetted in silver moonlight. Something had drawn her out here; the call had been deep, beckoning to a part within her that every elf held. The part that bound them to the earth and that had first called them into being. Áruinne wrapped her arms around herself tightly. The night wasn't cold but the feeling was unnerving.

Above her the night stretched away into infinity but below her she could see the courtyard and beyond that the distant outline of the forest. Silver light from the round face of the full moon illuminated the scene and it was this that she saw reflected in the pair of eyes. They were by the path that wound into the forest from the flagged courtyard. Straining to see she leant forward. In the dim light she could just make out the shape of an elf.

"Vedui!" hello she called out.

The elf moved forward and into the yellow candle light from her bedroom. Áruinne's eyes widened and she could not help but smile.

"Vedui melarnin!" hello my love

Áruinne laughed at Celorfiwyn's words.

"Cormarnin lindua ele lle Áruinne!" my heart sings to see thee

"Quel undome to you too Celorfiwyn but what is with these words that are like your hair, honeyed?" good evening

He smiled and Áruinne could do nothing but stare at him.

"Mayhap you think they are honeyed but I would call them sincere. Will you come and walk with me?"

Áruinne smiled broadly and ran back into her bedroom. She knew his words were only in jest because speech like that had been a joke since all seven had been little. She dearly wanted the tease to become true, wanted him to forget it was a child hood quip and say those words in sincerity. Had she been older and wiser she would have heard the note of his voice when he had professed that his words were indeed sincere. Even he didn't know it but he had meant them.

Áruinne smiled and tried to compose herself. She breathed deeply and took one last look in the mirror before she crept silently from the room. The door clicked shut behind and her. She began to slink through the deep shadows cast along the candle lit corridors, her feet moved noiselessly and she kept alert for any sound. She doubted her father would like her sneaking out after the events of the previous few days.

A door further along the corridor was open and the warm yellow light spilled out in an arc. Áruinne bit her lip; it was Celen's room. That meant either her mother or father was in there, the muffled sobs told her that her little brother had been dreaming again. The Princess sidled closer to the doorway straining her ears to hear anything. A few words floated through the air. The voice was soft and soothing. Áruinne recognised it as her mother's.

"…Uuma dela Elleer…" don't worry little one

Celen sniffled and fell silent his ragged breathing the only signs of his nightmare. Taking a deep breath to calm herself Áruinne peeked around the doorframe.

The room was warmly lit and looked snug. Kĩyara was sat with her back to the door perched on the side of Celen's bed, his little body enfolded in her arms. She wore a simple dressing gown of silvery material and her loose hair fell in dark locks down her back, curling slightly at the ends. From the back she looked almost identical to her daughter. Gradually Áruinne edged around the door and made it to the other side breathing a sigh of relief.

"Áruinne."

Áruinne stopped in her tracks and stood still not making a noise. There was silence in which Áruinne's stomach did somersaults. She was so close! To be caught now would be a disgrace. It seemed though that Kĩyara wasn't going to come after her and Áruinne began to move again.

"I know you're there, I saw your shadow when you walked past the door. I won't stop you, but please be careful and don't do anything I'd do."

Áruinne smiled and moved off treading cautiously down the corridor. She had forgotten her mother was the best rule breaker there was.

The warm night air played on her face as the Princess stepped out of the palace, her light shoes made no noise on the stone as she made her way around the building to where Celorfiwyn was waiting. The night held no fears for her as it did her little brother. He had suffered things that she had not, even though his years were less then hers. All she could see were the beauty of the stars in the inky blackness of the sky. She didn't perceive the veiled fears that her parents had endured for so long on that distant land she barely remembered. Her life on Middle Earth had been brief and the memories were vague, the most prominent recollection she had was a man, a mortal man who she recalled clearly. He was quite tall but not very broad. He had a stubbly chin that she had found fascinating because elves didn't have beards. She could remember sitting on his knee once with her parents watching her. He had had a crown that he had let her wear and she had pretended to be a queen. Áruinne knew she had liked him very much but she couldn't remember his name for all the stars in the heavens. However this childhood memory didn't play on her mind for long because she had at last come upon the courtyard her chamber overlooked.

Stood under the nearest tree was Celorfiwyn, he was leant against the trunk with his arms folded across his chest. He smiled when he saw her.

"I thought you weren't coming. I was going to go home."

"Sorry, I was delayed. My mother caught me."

Áruinne put her hand in the crook of his elbow and allowed herself to be led into the forest.

"But she let you go because…?"

"Because she's called Kĩyara and she's done worse things than sneak out at night."

Celorfiwyn grinned.

"I'm sure you'll follow in her footsteps."

Áruinne scowled and punched his arm playfully with her free hand. He gave her a hurt look.

"Am I really that offensive to you?"

She rested her head on his shoulder as they walked.

"Not really."

"That's all right then."

They walked in comfortable silence. Their years of friendship not yet overcome by this new feeling that was slowly creeping over them. The trees closed further around and the path began to narrow.

"You'll have to let go now." Celorfiwyn said gently pushing her hand from his arm. He took the lead and began to take the tiny winding paths towards the secret archery targets. Áruinne followed dutifully behind, one hand used to keep her dress from trailing on the ground.

This was the reason she fell. Her foot connected with an outlying root that even her elvish eyes had not spotted, she stumbled and flung out her free hand but as she landed her wrist gave way. The pain in her head told her that she had hit another root. She lay there unable to move. A trickle of warmth down the side of her face gave rise to the slow realisation that she was bleeding. A concerned face appeared in her line of vision. Celorfiwyn's doe brown eyes flicked over her.

"You alright?"

She shook her head. He half smiled at her. Áruinne felt two strong arms grasp her and lift her as though she were as light as a feather. The feeling of subordinance overcame her as Celorfiwyn carried her gently towards the archery targets; she had an overwhelming urge to cling to him. She buried her face in his honey blonde hair and closed her eyes. Feelings that she had never felt before coursed through her and her heart began to race. Tenderly Celorfiwyn placed her on the ground and leaned her against a tree.

"I'm going to the stream. Don't go anywhere will you?"

Áruinne shook her head and smiled. A minute later he returned with a torn piece of shirt in his hand. He knelt beside her and made to clean the small cut on her head put she pulled away.

"It's alright Ári. Its just water."

Soothingly he wiped away the blood and pushed her hair back to look at the cut.

"You'll live its not more than a scratch."

"I suppose I will." She replied.

Celorfiwyn sat beside her and Áruinne rested her head on his shoulder once more. But now it was different, she wasn't resting her head on a friend anymore. Celorfiwyn felt it too; in the moment he had picked her up and carried her it had all changed. The world seemed to alter around them and the stars shined in a new way. A cool breeze sprang from nowhere, a soft caress on their skin. Celorfiwyn turned to the elf maiden sat next to him her head placed awkwardly on his shoulder. He put his hand under her chin and lifted it so that he could see the stars reflect in her eyes through the trees. She looked back at him unflinchingly. His voice was bear more than a whisper when he spoke.

"You have Greenleaf eyes but the face of an Aithianne. Lle naa vanima." you're beautiful

Celorfiwyn meant it and understood what had changed. The words flew straight to Áruinne's heart and nestled there, warm and comforting.

Slowly he leant down to her.

His lips touched hers, new and excitingly. Áruinne's fingers entangled themselves in his soft hair, pulling him closer and pressing his mouth more firmly against hers. She didn't know what she wanted, his lips were not enough but she didn't know what else there was. Then he showed her and for a moment he entirely filled her world. The warmth of his tongue in her mouth and the feelings it brought were enough to make her cry. The kiss shot through her like a bolt of lightening but then it was over. He was looking at her like a cornered animal, his face afraid. He stood up not speaking. Áruinne looked up at him her eyes drowned with the new feelings.

"I…We have to go."

Áruinne looked confusedly at him.

"Aniron…" I desire

"No! You do not desire anything! We have to go. You'll be missed." Celorfiwyn set off back through the trees.

Áruinne followed him. Celorfiwyn looked behind him and saw her following and broke into a run. She kept pace. Neither said a word until they had reached the palace. Celorfiwyn stopped by the stone steps leading to the palace and turned to her. She was breathing deeply from the exertion and she positively glowed.

"Here, you're home. Forget this ever happened."

His voice was shaky. As he made to pass her Áruinne grabbed his arm. He stopped and looked at her, she was still looking straight ahead. Slowly she turned to look at him. Her light cheekbones and soft lips, her blue eyes…

He kissed her again. She kissed him back. The moonlight shone down in ethereal arcs and illuminated the two youngsters. Celorfiwyn broke apart.

"I..I cannot do this!"

"Why?" Áruinne's voice was calm and soft.

"You are the Princess! There will be an uproar! I am not even a…"

"I don't care. Do you?"

He said nothing for a while but let Áruinne run her fingers over his face tracing the line of his lips. Eventually he spoke

"No. I don't."

Áruinne smiled at him and lightly brushed his lips with hers before turning and running up the steps to the palace. She looked over her shoulder as she reached the top and smiled before disappearing. Celorfiwyn stood for a moment then he too left.

From a window a face watched.

"So it begins."

Kĩyara sighed and shook her head. Her daughter was too young just like Kĩyara herself had been. She wished she could protect her but knew that she would follow her own path and her own heart. Kĩyara moved from the window and slipped into bed alongside her sleeping husband, nestling against him kissing his cheek before she went to sleep.