I silently cursed myself as I clutched my nose.

"Canyaiel, you must watch where you are going, always be aware of other's presence," Arwen mockingly said.

"Oh, Arwen, you know I will never change, you agreed on it yourself," I said back, smiling. We laughed together for a moment.

"Mother and father are having visitors. They are attempting to keep the peace between Imladris and Greenwood," she sighed, "It is such a bother having visitors so often."

"You know you can always come with my sister and I. As of current times, I am quite bored and have naught to do."

"I thought you were getting your revenge?"

I shook the hair off my face a little, "Oh, I forgot about that. It matters not now." I sighed a little, feeling disappointed that I had not caught them.

"Would you care to join me for a walk?" Arwen pleaded upon hearing the great doors of the palace open and the soft singing and odd music of the wood-elves.

"That would be wonderful," I replied. We walked outside to see the bright mid-afternoon sun.

"Why do you not want to meet with the visitors? I think I would like it very much- so many Elves- from everywhere possible. Even humans would be wonderful to meet," I sighed, "All I have is my sister and mother."

Arwen gazed off for a moment, "You have me, also. Do not forget! However, visitors are much of a bore. They are so much older and wiser, and often they try to give you unneeded advice. It gets quite bothersome, actually."

I nodded. I always hated when elder-Elves gave advice. Usually, it was all the same- mind your manners, don't do this, don't do that, and so on. They walked to the familiar split in the road, where the right led to flowers and the left to the forest and meadow.

"I am supposing you wish to travel the left," Arwen said, looking at me. I looked back at her.

"Yes, I fear it never tires me," I smiled.

"Let us walk the right, just once. Then, we shall go to the meadow," Arwen said. I glanced to the right and saw all the beautiful flowers. I still dearly wished to go to the left, but agreed with Arwen.

"That is fine, I suppose. I dearly wish to go to the meadow, but I should like to travel a new way just once." Together we walked along the beautiful golden and red flowers. The path wound around in a circle through the forest.

"Is something on your mind, Canyaiel?" Arwen asked.

"Oh," I paused, "Yes. There is. Arwen, do you think that I am, different?"

Arwen looked up at me, confused, "Different?"

"From my sister?"

"Yes, quite," she laughed, "You are two completely different beings."

"Thank you, that means very much to me," I said to her. I did not want to ask her our differences, for she would obviously say that Calwaiel was prettier, taller, smarter, and so on. That would terribly crush me. We walked along the path in silence until we reached the forest.

"Oh, finally, we are so near to the meadow," I said, walking faster. Arwen just laughed and followed my pace.