(A/N: Thanks to feanen, icy878, Lilena, Norie Ape, and little-lost-one. Hmm. I'm not quite sure what I think about Calwaiel. *laugh* She's a good *person* at heart but *hmm* lets just say she's a weird one. Elrohir and Elladan aren't going to be in this chapter *at least the first part* because they weren't at the Council of Elrond- sorry guys! Little-lost- one, thanks for catching my mistake *whoops* Calwaiel didn't exactly pretend to be Canyaiel. . . not really *angelic look* I'm thinking about making her part more important but I guess I'll just see- or, maybe I could write another version of this story, but in Calwaiel's mind instead of Canyaiel- tell me what you think. I can try to add Glorfindel to the story *hmm*)

A/N 2: Wow! 60 reviews! *gushes* I want to get to 100! ( Everyone who is reading this- leave me a review *please?*

A/N 3: Okay, question- what are OOC and AU and all those other little ff.net slang words?

"Even Gonnhirrim?" I asked, curiously.

She nodded almost gravely.

"Oh, that should be splendid! I have always wished to see one." Arwen looked at me, with a blank emotionless expression upon her face.

"You are quite a peculiar Elf," she said softly. I just laughed.

"Oh, I can not wait- in all my life I have never seen one!"

"Dwarves, is what they are called in the common tongue."

"Will there be, Apanónar- men? Is that what they are called in common speech?" I asked, correcting myself.

"Yes," she said; a faint smile upon her lips.

"I have not spoken the common tongue in quite some time," I laughed lightly, remembering in Lórien when Arwen was trying to teach me the common tongue.

"I can not wait until they arrive!" I said excitedly, twirling about and overreacting. Arwen just laughed.

"Let us go for a walk," she suggested. I nodded and we walked along the gardens- up and down many sets of steps, through flower beds, and somehow ending in the meadow. We sat down in the meadow, enjoying each other's presence and the fresh, crisp, pristine Quellë air. We spoke of all our memories, of times before the world was filled with so much evil.

"Oh, remember in Lórien, Haldir was chasing us," she said- I started laughing.

"Oh, oh, then we pretended to jump in the water-"

"And we jumped up to the tree branch-"

"And he kept running-"

"Straight into the water!" We started laughing uncontrollably.

"He was so cross with us!" I said, laughing, remembering seeing Haldir, walking out of the crystal blue water- blonde hair dripping wet, his braids all strewn about and his clothing sinking with the weight of the water.

"Oh, oh," I started, gasping for breath through my bouts of laughter, "remember when we were far younger, and Saelbeth was with us and Elladan took his horse when he wasn't looking?" Arwen laughed loudly- her song- like golden laugh.

"Oh, oh," she added, panting for air in-between attacks of mirth, "remember when Glorfindel was supposed to watch us, but we were so bothersome that he ended up running away from us, and we stopped running and hid from him- he couldn't find us for days! Father was so angry with him!" I laughed breathlessly.

"And he," I laughed then gasped for air, "and your father told him he was not-" I let out another laugh, "he was not allowed to come back until he found us!" We laughed madly together, rolling about in the sweet grass.

"We should go back, Ada was wishing to speak with me," Arwen said after we finished laughing. I nodded, laughing softly as we walked back.

"Oh, there you are, Arwen," Lord Elrond said immediately, "I need to speak with you-" Arwen glanced quickly at me as if saying 'I told you,' "-about some very important and urgent matters."

"Can you not tell me now?"

He hesitated for a moment, sneaking a quick look toward me, "Yes, well, Estel had gone to meet the ring-bearer in the city of Bree- Mithrandir had sent him. He has found danger. I have sent Glorfindel out to aid him."

Arwen just stared at him, her face blank and emotionless. Her skin was turning pale and her rose lips were clenched tightly. She nodded just barely.

"Arwen, Arwen, are you feeling well?" I asked softly, pinching her arm. She suddenly became normal again.

"Yes, it was just a bit of a shock," she said quietly, shaking her head a bit.

"I just sent him off- he should be back in a few days- a week at most." Arwen nodded. I did not know what to say. She looked so shocked and scared.

I don't exactly know how I made it that night- knowing that the one ring that could plunge Middle Earth into eternal darkness was so close to making its way back to its owner. Somehow, I dragged my long legs and forced them to carry me home, where I proceeded to give water to my horse. I changed into my slumber wear and collapsed into bed, but could not fall asleep.

I sighed, turning about trying to get comfortable enough to sleep- I could not. I rose and walked about the room a bit then I sat on the ground next to my trunk. I opened it and looked at my dresses.

Somehow, my eyes fell upon one dress. I moved my hands silently and took it out from the bottom of the trunk. It was rather wrinkled and had a few specks of dust on it, but it was still basking in its glory.

I stood and held up the purple dress. I waved it around a bit so the dust fell off and lay it on my bed, smoothing out the wrinkles. I looked down sadly at it. It was beautiful. I glanced around quickly to be sure no body was around- no body was.

Of course, why would there be someone in my home in the middle of the night? I took off my slumber dress and placed it back in the trunk. I covered myself in the purple dress, adjusting it only slightly. I walked over to the mirror and looked at myself.

The purple dress was of soft, thin, material- with darker ribbon surrounding the neck area. It fell off my shoulders and had large slits in the arms- and the skirt. I smiled to myself, smoothing it out more. I sat on the bed, feeling almost royal- like an Elven-princess in my beautiful, plain dress.

Suddenly, sleep came over me, and I drifted off slowly into a wave of dreamless slumber.

Sunlight streamed through the door and my eyes started to focus. I stretched my muscles a little then got out of bed. I walked over to the mirror and took a plain metal comb and gently undid the tangles in my hair.

I decided that I was far too indolent to do anything with my hair, so I left it down. I gently touched the necklace that I always wore- the nightingale wings with the blue gem in the center.

It was then that I realized I was wearing the purple dress still. I smoothed out the folds that were made as I was sleeping and walked over to the palace to find Arwen. She was standing in the hall, as if she wasn't sure what she was going to do next or what she was supposed to do.

"They are to arrive."

"Who?"

She looked at me, "The elves, from Taur-nu-Fuin- Mirkwood," I just glanced up at her- silent, neither breathing nor blinking, "Soon. Soon today."

"Which elves?"

She just took a deep breath, "You know which ones."

"No, no I don't, tell me," I insisted, my voice growing higher.

She bit her lip lightly, not saying anything for a few minutes then, "They are here."

I whipped my head around, seeing two white horses with a rider each on their bare backs. The riders- one with dark hair like the hair of wood- elves, the other- light golden hair, they both had very long hair and they were both clothed in long silver colored cloaks, but I could see the traditional wood-elf clothing underneath- they each had weapons on their back.

I could not do anything but stare. The elf with the golden hair dismounted and the dark haired one followed his lead.

Arwen walked down the steps then turned around, "Would you mind helping our guests- could you lead them to the stables?" she asked me. I threw her an evil glare but walked down the steps slowly.

"Of course I wouldn't mind," I said to her, curtsying to both her and the guests. I led the horses to the stables, noticing the horses kicking dirt on my dress. I ignored it. I closed the door on each of the horse's stalls and noticed the Elves waiting in the front of the room with Lord Elrond talking hurriedly and softly. I walked over to them, curtsying.

"Oh, thank you for helping our guests," he said, looking at me, "Would you be so kind as to lead them to their rooms?" I nodded, but growled inside. I'm not some maid- I'm not even supposed to be doing these things- where was Calimindil when you needed her?

I walked up the marble steps, walking quickly- half-wishing that they would not be able to follow me. I stopped at one room.

"One may stay here," I said, glaring at the golden-haired elf, hinting that he should go. He, in turn, looked at the dark haired elf, who walked into the room. I groaned to myself.

"You may stay in this room," I said, dropping my kind voice and manners, pointing to a room quickly before turning around and starting to walk back.

"Excuse me, miss," he said softly, I turned around, "Which room was it?"

"That one!" I said, annoyed, my voice growing louder as I opened the door for him. I took a deep breath before remembering my behavior again.

"Would you like anything?" I asked.

"Nothing," he said softly. I nodded and walked outside quickly, just wanting to get away from him.

I sighed to myself in success- I made it. Arwen stood in the hall, looking at me with light amusement in her eyes.

"I am very angry with you," I said, not looking at her. She just smiled lightly.

"No you aren't."

"I know," I replied, looking back at her, "I don't suppose I could ever be angry with you." She gave me what she hoped was an encouraging smile, but it was not so. She was so upset and grave now- after the passing of her mother- that I don't know if she will ever be the same again. She was young looking, but the youngest Elf at only 2777, yet it seemed as if she had seen much of the world- much of life.

I wasn't quite sure what to do, so I just smiled back and walked outside to be greeted by the golden sunlight. I walked through the gardens for quite some time- not quite paying attention to where I was going but noticing that my dark hair was getting increasingly hotter. Over stone steps and through golden archways I went until I came across a small bed of flowers.

I sat down in them- a bit off from the path. I inhaled the aroma of the sweet smelling flowers and lay down, almost hidden in the field of colors. I absentmindedly picked a flower that lay by my hand.

I don't know how long I stayed there- hours at the least. I drifted off to sleep, completely comfortable in the bed of flowers.

"It is a nice night," I heard someone say. Instantly, I sat up and adjusted my skirt and sleeves.

"Go away," I replied, looking in the opposite direction, "I do not wished to be bothered at this moment."

"How about tomorrow morning then?" he asked, laughing lightly.

"No! You infuriating Elf- I do not wish to speak with you, I do not wish to talk with you, I do not wish to see you- I do not wish to be with you at all!"

Silence- but only for a short-lived moment, "Not at all?"

"No! Not at all! Go away."

"Do you really mean that?" I turned around and gave him what I hoped was a menacing look and stood up.

"Good day," I said, mock curtsying before I muttered to myself, "Lencundu." I walked past him toward the palace.

"Before you leave," came the crisp unaffected voice of Legolas, "Look up at the sky." I tried to ignore his command, but nevertheless I stopped walking and glanced up- hoping he wouldn't notice- and saw the beautiful deep blue sky lit with the pink sunlight. I looked down toward the horizon, my eyes studying everything in the sky, and saw the great pink circle of fire and the sky fading from pink to orange to blue to midnight. The stars were half pink and half silver.

I watched the pink stars for little while before the sun started to set; the stars turned silver, and the sky- deep blue. The sun was under the horizon now.

"It was beautiful, wasn't it?" he said, looking at me. I ignored him, but not before his eyes met mine- pale, crystal blue even in the starlight- but I peeled my gaze away and walked back to the palace.

"Oh, Canyaiel, I've been looking for you." I nodded, motioning her to go on. Arwen just smirked lightly.

"Since, well, since you know our guests from Mirkwood, my father was thinking-"

"No- absolutely not- I will not wait on them!" I heard someone clear their throat.

"Canyaiel, do not be so stubborn," Lord Elrond said, "Just please do this, as a favor- there are few Elves that now live in the palace." I shut my eyes slowly in defeat and sighed.

"Yes, Lord."

"It will only be until the secret council- which I suppose Arwen has already told you about," he looked at Arwen, who was pretending she wasn't listening, "Only a few weeks- you shall stay in the palace for that time- in the room closest to theirs. Be sure to be there when they wake and as they are getting ready for bed."

Weeks. I nodded and proceeded back to my home to take my horse to the stables- I also retrieved my weapons, which I hid under my cloak. I placed my horse in an empty stall and patted his golden mane before I walked back to the palace toward their room. The room closest to theirs was next to Legolas's room.

I walked inside. The room was lit by candles- the bed was neat and tidy, with large fluffy pillows. There was a large wooden honey colored dresser. I opened the large doors of it only to see dresses and dresses. I laughed to myself, amused. I placed my weapons at the bottom and noticed a deep blue dress which I took it out from the dresser.

It was the color of my eyes- dark sapphire colored- and dipped downward in a soft curve. It was quite modest- and made out of soft material. The skirt was long- I inspected it closer and noticed that someone had hemmed an extra bit of cloth on it so it would fit properly. Where the old cloth met the new, there was a ring of gold ribbon.

I noticed ribbons of gold surrounding the sleeves too- someone had added cloth to the arms also. I inspected the arms and found that in the left arm there once was a hole in it, which was now mended.

Then, I realized it. It was the dress that I was wearing when Legolas shot me. I almost laughed at the memory of this, but could not bring myself to do it. I placed it back in the dresser. I heard footsteps in the hall and I walked outside. It was the dark haired Elf from Mirkwood.

"Greetings," I said, "my name is Canyaiel. The Lord sent me to assist you should you need anything."

He nodded and quickly walked into his room. That did not go as well as planned. Legolas was walking down the hall, though, and for a moment I thought about running back to my room to hide but I remembered that I promised Lord Elrond and that I owed him very much for all the help he had given me.