"Calwaiel! Come on!" Canyaiel said to her sister. Calwaiel took no notice of her hurriedness and instead sat even more still, looking at her reflection.

"Canyaiel, did you borrow my comb?"

"No!" she said back.

"Well where is it?"

"I don't know! Come on, we're going to be late."

Calwaiel sighed, "You know, Canyaiel, you should be more patient. We are going to see the princess, not some friend."

"Calwaiel, we've known Arwen for a long time. Well, not really, only seventy-six years- But she won't give a second thought as to how your hair looks. Let us go now and be off!"

"Oh, Canyaiel, you're right I suppose. We have known her for much of our lives- seventy-six years as of now. I suppose it's not much, but we are only ninety-nine. I shouldn't be fussing so much over what to wear. I suppose I just worry too much," Calwaiel said. Canyaiel grinned and ran out the door of their beautiful white bedroom decorated with golden leaves. Calwaiel, being the more lady-like of the two, walked after her.

"Where ever are you two going off to, now?" Elenya asked. Canyaiel stopped in her tracks and whipped her head around.

"Oh mother," she said in her sweetest voice, "Calwaiel and I wanted to share a sisterly walk in the gardens." Elenya bore her pale blue eyes into Canyaiel.

"I suppose that shall be fine. Only because I have my Yavannildi duties- please don't go off bothering the young princess!" Elenya said. Canyaiel flashed a beautiful smile and walked off, Calwaiel following her.