A/N Wow! So many reviews. . . *laughs* Thank you Melissa, icy 878, and especially little-lost-one- who has ever heard of reviewing the disclaimer? Haha! *that made me chuckle* All right, as for your questions, Canyaiel and Calwaiel are twins. Elenya is their mother. Canyaiel means 'bold daughter' and Calwaiel means 'beautiful daughter'. "Canya" is bold, "iel" is daughter, "Calwa" is beautiful. Yavannildi duties are making the lembas bread. Yavanna is the harvest Valar. The twins have long dark brown hair and blue eyes. Canyaiel used Elrohir's or Elladan's sword. *whew* That took a while- now back to the story.

"Are you all right, Miss?" came a voice from the hall. I sat there frozen.

"Yes, I am all right," I called back, opening the door. It was Lord Thranduil.

"Oh! Lord Thranduil," I stood and bowed low, "Please excuse me." I ran away from there as quickly as I could. I am so stupid! These things always happen to me. I hid behind a large pillar, drying my eyes. I came out from behind it and looked for Arwen.

"Greetings, Canyaiel!" It was Lord Elrond. I turned around and bowed.

"Greetings, Lord Elrond, if you will excuse me-" I turned the opposite direction.

"What is the problem, Canyaiel?" My eyes widened and then shut.

"Nothing, Lord Elrond, I am looking for Arwen," I said, not looking at him and running off. Arwen and Calwaiel were sitting on the steps, along with Elladan, Elrohir, and Legolas.

"Greetings," I murmured softly. The three princes were dressed in impeccable outfits of Imladris- Legolas no longer wearing the funny clothing of the wood-Elves.

"Greetings, Canyaiel," Elrohir said, taking my hand and kissing it gently. I smiled. I glanced over, Legolas and Elladan were both mesmerized with the flawless looks of my sister. One would think that we were twins and we would look identical. We were identical twins- but her hair had grown longer; her legs, longer; her eyes, more blue; her nose, skinnier; her lips, fuller; her skin, fairer- I could go on and on. Well, I suppose our differences in nose were my fault- it was I who always ran into people- and things. I sighed.

"Oh, Legolas!" Calwaiel laughed. I rolled my eyes angrily. Elrohir looked over at me, but I would not look at him. People were finally starting to arrive. Elladan, Elrohir, and Arwen stood at the palace doors as Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrían came and greeted everyone. After the last people passed, we walked in. First it was Elladan and Calwaiel, then Elrohir and I, Legolas and Arwen, then finally the Lord and Lady. Lord Elrond commanded the music start with a flick of his wrist. Harps and flutes played and the Lord and Lady made their way to the center of the floor, dancing merrily. Gradually, more elves followed. I saw my mother- alas, not on the dancing floor but singing. Legolas walked to my sister, who blushed madly and agreed to dance with him.

Fury grew in my body. I turned angry and stormed out onto the balcony.

"Canyaiel, what is the matter?" a familiar voice asked. I turned around. It was Elrohir.

"What do you think is the matter?" I snapped back. He seemed a little saddened by my rudeness and I could feel my eyes water as I saw his face fall.

"Oh, Elrohir, I do not mean to be so mean- not to you! You have been nothing but kind to me, and I love you dearly as if you were my brother."

Elrohir smiled sadly, "Come, sit with me, and we shall speak." I sat down next to him on the bench, but could not bear to look at him. I looked up at the sky, it was so beautiful.

"Now, tell me what is distressing you."

"Elrohir- do not tell me your eyes are blind. Tell me truthfully- who is more beautiful- me or Calwaiel?" I looked over at him, my eyes watering. He looked away.

"You know it is true- I am the 'bold daughter', but more importantly she is the 'beautiful daughter.' Do not tell me you have never noticed that before. Do you know what it is like, living in the shadow of your twin?"

Elrohir was silent for a while, "Oh, Canyaiel. I had never known that you were always so grieved. You do not ever open up to anyone." His last statement fell heavily on me- I had just told him something I was never to tell people.

"I am sorry. Do accept my apologies, I do not wish to be a burden." I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around me for a moment and finally the tears spilled over.

"Canyaiel, stop, please," he said, his voice pleading. It was so hard!

"I can not stop."

"Canyaiel, know that I shall always be here for you, you are eternally my friend, and I love you as if you were my sister."

I looked up at him through glistening eyes, "Do you really mean it?"

"Yes, I mean it."

"Now, let us go back inside and be merry," he offered me his arm and I gladly took it.