"Miss, Miss, wake up," came a soft voice. I opened my eyes slowly.

"Good morning, miss, my name is Calimindil. The Lord and Lady sent me here to help you," Calimindil said.

I got out of bed with difficulty, "Thank you." Calimindil walked over to a wardrobe dresser and opened it.

"Uh, Miss Calimindil, I wish not to wear anything too fancy. I have a lot of walking to do today," I said. She nodded and started going through the dresser. She took out several dresses. I picked up one of them; it was the plainest one out of them all, but still pretty. It was a light purple, with long sleeves that had slits from the elbow down. It was a soft material, and very modest.

"Do you like that one, Miss?" Calimindil asked. I nodded. She helped me change into it and did my hair nicely. After a small breakfast, I looked for Legolas.

"Elrohir, have you seen Legolas?" I asked.

Elrohir broke into a large grin, "You are looking for the prince? He is in his chambers, I believe-" I started to walk in the direction of his chamber, "Why are you looking for him?" Elrohir asked curiously.

"He promised to accompany me to the city," I said, still walking to his chamber. I knocked briskly on his door and he opened it.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

He nodded and looked as if he was marching to his death, or at least what I imagined that would look like. He offered me his arm and I gladly took it. I led him to the city, where there were several stores and dragged him into one clothing store.

"Lencundu, do you like this dress?" I asked him. He shook his head.

"Minaiell, it is far too modest for you. You would look wonderful in this," he said, holding up another dress. It was quite lovely, but looked more like something Calwaiel would wear.

I sighed, "Sometimes I think you just want to see me in this so you can imagine Calwaiel in it. It is far too revealing."

"Then I shall make a compromise, purchase this one," he said, holding up a dress. It was beautiful, not too revealing, a thin purple one, going off the shoulders with long slits in the sleeves and skirt. It had a thin trim of slightly darker purple ribbon.

"This is beautiful," I said then I shook my head, "It is far too beautiful for me."

"Wear it tomorrow night."

I shook my head again, "I could not. It is too nice for someone like me."

"No, it is not. You will look lovely in it," he said, forcing it into my arms.

"Do you really think so?" I asked. He nodded. I bought the dress, along with hair pins and shoes.

Later that night, after dinner, I sat on the bed in my chamber reading a book. A knock came on the door.

"Come in," I said, placing the book down. It was Elrohir.

"Hello, Elrohir," I said, moving over so he could sit next to me.

"So, Legolas says you bought a new dress," Elrohir smiled. I nodded and proceeded to find it. I took it out and unfolded it, holding it up.

"I have never seen you wear something like that," he said.

"I know. Legolas forced me to buy it. Though, it is not something I would wear, it is more like something that Calwaiel would wear."

"Though it is something that you should wear," Elrohir said, "It would look far better on you than Calwaiel. Why do you insist on hiding yourself?"

I thought for a moment, "I am not like my sister."

"But that does not mean you can not have any similarities to her. You are twins- you both look alike. Alas, she is named 'beautiful-daughter' and you 'bold-daughter,' but even so I think you are beautiful."

"Thank you, though I can not accept your compliment. I know I am not beautiful, and I am fine with it."

"Why do you not accept? What I speak is the truth."

"You are the only one who could think of something as silly as that," I said, smiling coldly at him.

"No, I am not. I am sure others think you are beautiful, I know I do." I smiled at him. There was no point in continuing this further; he would win no matter what I said.

"Do not give up," he said.

"Give up on what?"

"Do not give up on love. There will be someone out there, he will love you for you, not for your sister," he sighed, "I know you tire of constantly living in your sister's shadow, but I fear her time is over and it is your turn to shine."

"What about you? You have given up on love." He seemed to have no response to this. We sat in silence for at least an hour.

"Perhaps, I have not given up on love."

"Why do you believe?" I asked. He looked away for a moment.

"I had fallen in love once, very many winters ago," he said sadly, "Alas, I do not know where she is, yet I still have hope. Someone is there for me. Whether it be her or someone else- once love has found you, it does not give up. Have faith," he said.

"I did not know that," I said. He just looked away. I could not think of anything to comfort him. I let my arm graze his shoulder and he looked at me, his grey eyes sad. I kissed him on his forehead and nestled up to him. I took his hand and squeezed it.

"I am sure she loves you, too," I replied, smiling at him. He did not respond.

"Come, now. Do not be like this, I am sure she would not want you to do this to yourself," I said, my voice being reduced to a whisper.

"Remember, that someone will always love you," I said, trying to make him happy.

"Who?" he whispered.

"I will. You will always be my big brother. You have taught me everything worth remembering; you never fail to make me laugh- I love you."

He smiled and squeezed my hand, "Thank you, Anvanima."

"Thank you, Voronildo."