(A/N: To 'me' yes, perhaps she is a little too 'spoiled and selfish.' *shrug* thanks for telling me if she was a Mary Sue *snork* I'll work on changing it. But Elves don't really forget things, especially about the one's they love- and Legolas will change. . . trust me *insert evil laugh* maybe she is a little brat- I don't know, it's not like anyone is spoiling her- she doesn't have a family any more *lol* but thanks for reviewing anyway *maybe you'll read this?* Trust me- changes ahead *mwahaha* Good things don't last forever. True, some of my chapters are Mary-Sue-ish and even my character could be considered a MS but it's only because MS is everything good and um, good, so if you're character has one good thing about her, she's considered a MS. *sigh* But don't judge it on the chapters itself, wait for the story to finish. *evil laugh* ahem, I know you didn't say that it was a MS but you were sort of hinting toward it, so this doesn't all apply to you- just my little rant *sorry you had to be part of it*

To Lilena *haha*

To little-lost-one hmm I don't know *actually I do, because I'm sort of writing it haha* but you'll just have to wait and see

Other: this story is coming to an end soon *sob* it'll be done either this weekend or the next. This chapter is sort of short [sorry! Ahh] and it took me forever to write [writers block lol]. I think either the chapter after the next will be the last one *sigh*)

It started as a cold journey through the High Pass- but Lord Elrond was correct because there were no orcs that far north.

Glorfindel, Saelbeth, and I were so scared of an orc attack that we did not rest at all those two months for fear of being found by orcs. We saw a band of orcs only once; they were riding west toward the mines of Moria- I prayed to Elbereth- I prayed that we would make it to Lórien safely.

"Mae govannen," called a voice from a tree. I heard the Elf lower his bow, "Glorfindel, Saelbeth, a Canyaiel o Imladris." A tall marchwarden jumped from a tree, bow on his back and long blond hair waving about softly.

"Lord Elrond sent us here," Saelbeth said. The Elf nodded and smiled softly. We started walking into Caras Galadhon.

"It has been long since you have stepped into these woods, Canyaiel," he said, with a laugh.

"Yes, Orophin," I replied, "I have not seen you for many years."

He laughed, "I am not sure if that is a good or bad thing. When you were in these woods, you had created trouble for my brothers and me." I just laughed. We reached the center of Caras Galadhon and spoken to the Lord and Lady of the Golden Wood, explained why we were here, and found flets where we could stay and still be in the city. Our extremely tired and exhausted horses were nursed back to health.

"You are an uncanny elf," Saelbeth said one night, after we had been staying in the Golden Wood for a few moons- it was now Rhîw, and getting colder. We were sitting together alone near the river.

"How so?" I asked, laughing slightly.

"He's right," Glorfindel replied, "You stand out quite in the forest of maidens who wish to find love."

I laughed, "Oh, just because I will not marry does not mean I am not a normal maiden." Saelbeth shrugged.

"You might."

"And to whom?"

"Oh, I don't know, Elrohir?" I just laughed.

"Have you told anyone of your knowledge of the ring?" Saelbeth asked me solemnly.

"No, of course not-"

"Good, we do not want you attracting the attention of those who seek the information you hold." I nodded. We sat there in silence for a while- thinking our separate thoughts. I was wondering what Glorfindel and Saelbeth were thinking about.

Saelbeth was a young Elf- older than I was but not by much. He had traveled the world and come back wise- wise enough to stay on Elrond's council. His father was on the council also- but was slain while Saelbeth was but an elfling and his mother died of grief. He had no brother or sister. He lived in Imladris then Mirkwood for a while, with his father's sister- his last remaining relation on Middle Earth, before returning to Imladris and joining Elrond's council.

Glorfindel was young, also- yet older than I was. He was born early in the Third Age, as I was, but fought many battles and was considered a hero. I did not know any of his family personally, but I was told that they were in Valinor. His horse, Asfaloth brought the young ring-bearer back.

They were both around the age of 2900, family-less, blond, young-looking, and extremely beautiful.

"What are you thinking of?" I was shaken out of my thoughts by the charming, song-like voice of Glorfindel.

"Oh, I was thinking about you and Saelbeth- you are quite similar."

"I am not!" Glorfindel said, pouting.

"How so?" Saelbeth asked, curiously.

"You are both very young- for Elves-"

"So are you," Glorfindel pointed out.

"-And, forgive me for saying so, but you haven't a family in Middle Earth-"

"Neither have you," Saelbeth responded.

"-and you both have golden hair," I said smugly. They looked at each other in defeat.

"Go on," Saelbeth said, not able to think of anything else.

I smiled to myself, "And you both look extremely young and even more so beautiful." Both Glorfindel and Saelbeth's cheeks were now tinted pink.

"And so are you," Saelbeth finally managed to say. I just laughed and he seemed almost annoyed that I was not embarrassed.

"Perhaps we are all more similar than one might have imagined," Glorfindel said, "Perhaps you are the family I never had."

"Perhaps," Saelbeth responded, smiling.

I could not help but smile also, "I have always wanted brothers."

"Come on, neth-gwathel," Saelbeth said seriously yet with an almost devious smirk, "It is time for the young ones to sleep." He stood up and Glorfindel did also, so I joined them by standing up.

I pouted, "I am not younger than you by much."

"Yes, neth-gwathel, you should go to sleep," Glorfindel added. He started walking along with Saelbeth toward the city.

"I am not tired," I insisted. I sat back down facing the river. I did not hear anything for a few moments and decided that they finally left. I was about to turn around when I felt myself being picked up.

"Put me down," I persisted. Glorfindel and Saelbeth just looked at each other and laughed as they walked toward my flet. I tried getting use of my arms back from Saelbeth and my legs from Glorfindel- but alas, no avail.

"Hah!" I said once they reached my flet. I laughed in triumph, my arms still being held by Saelbeth, "Now how will you make me get up there?" There was a rope ladder in which I was to climb, but only I could make the choice to do so- for they could not carry me up there. For a fraction of a second I could use my legs again but I was too surprised to do so and then was handed to Saelbeth. I looked up at him.

I pouted and then tried to look angry, but he just smiled. I looked over and Glorfindel was climbing up the ladder. Saelbeth handed me over to Glorfindel, and I did not struggle to get away for fear of being dropped from the tree. Glorfindel held me in his arms for a moment while Saelbeth climbed the ladder.

"Hah!" Saelbeth said in victory, "You did not think we could make you get up here." I pouted then sighed as they put me in bed.

"Good night, neth-gwathel," they said, smiling as they climbed down my flet ladder. I sighed to myself in defeat. I was not one hundred years old anymore- I was two-thousand-seven-hundred-ninety-seven years old. I lay awake that night until the sun shone.

I got out of bed and opened one of the two trunks- one had clothing and garments provided by the Lady, who had remembered me from my last visit, and the other had food. I took out the bottle of wine, a piece of bread, and an elegant looking drinking-vessel. I poured out a glass of wine and sipped it, humming to myself. I nibbled at the bread and sat, leaning against the tree in the center of the flet, smoothing out the wrinkles in my plain white dress.

The leaves of Lórien do not fall when it is the season to do so, as in other places- like Imladris, instead they turn gold. I looked up as I was eating and humming to see the golden leaves which do not fall. I smiled and continued humming.

"You will never guess-"

"No, I am afraid I will not," I replied, annoyed, "What do you want Saelbeth?"

"Guess," he said, climbing up to the flet and sitting next to me, smiling widely and almost sickeningly.

"Tell me," I said, after a sip of wine.

"May I?" he asked. I nodded and he drank the rest of my wine.

"Well?"

He smiled, "The Fellowship has made it to Lórien."

I smiled, "That is wonderful news." He nodded and stood up.

"Come, they came the night before, we must be off to greet them." I nodded and ate the rest of my bread quickly- in one bite and in a very un-ladylike manner.

To which Saelbeth scrunched his nose but waited nonetheless. I swallowed it without even finishing to chew and followed Saelbeth down the ladder.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"They are staying in the city," Saelbeth responded.

"Where are you going?"

"Oh," Saelbeth turned around, "We are going to greet the Fellowship- have you any cares to join us?" Glorfindel grinned and walked along with us.

"How did you rest last night?"

I glared at him, "Oh, I did not sleep at all." They just exchanged glances and smiled. I shook my head to myself as we continued walking to the center of the city. Glorfindel saw them first- they were sitting near a tree, being served by two other Elves.

"Oh! Look, Mr. Frodo," said a rather stout short human-like creature- which I assumed was a hobbit- with curly reddish hair- something I had never seen before- and large hairy feet. He was sitting next to the one he was talking to, whispering- thinking we could not hear them.

The hobbit next to him just smiled though, "Elves," and let out a slight laugh, "They never cease to fill you with wonder, do they, Sam?"

I looked over and saw the two humans and the dwarf, sitting two trees from the hobbits, conversing only with a few words. One I noticed was Estel, and the other was the one whom I had seen at the council. The dwarf had a long red beard and looked upset over something.

There were two more hobbits- never had I seen so many in my life- following the two Elves that were carrying trays of food around. The two Elves seemed to get annoyed, though, and just handed them the trays- to which they smiled broadly and did not even stop to find someplace suitable to eat, for they just ate right there. I laughed a bit at this.

I couldn't help but notice Legolas standing alone under a tree, seeming to be deep in thought.

"Mae govannen," Glorfindel said. They all stopped what they were doing and looked up at Glorfindel.

"I did not expect to see you here," Estel said, smiling. He looked at me and did not say anything before turning to Saelbeth and acknowledging his presence. The other human looked at us with chilled eyes, so I looked away.

"Have you anything you need?" Saelbeth asked almost pathetically after a moment of silence. Estel shook his head. This was a bit uncomfortable. I walked over to the two hobbits that were talking about us earlier and sat next to them, leaning against the tall mallorn tree.

"Mae govannen," I said, unsure if they knew what I was saying, "Welcome to Lórien. What are your names?" The red curly-haired hobbit grinned at the other hobbit.

"My name is Samwise Gamgee, young maiden, may I ask yours?" Samwise asked. I laughed a bit at this.

"Oh, I fear that you are the young one, Master Samwise. My name is Canyaiel, and what is your name?" I asked the other hobbit.

He looked up at me with big blue eyes, almost fearful, "My name is Frodo Baggins."

I smiled, "Oh yes, are you a relation of Master Bilbo? He lived in Imladris- Rivendell," I automatically corrected, "now, I never had the chance to speak with him properly, but he when I did speak with him he was quite kind."

Frodo smiled, "Yes, he is my uncle." Two other hobbits walked over- after they finished eating all the food they could manage and sat with us.

"Hullo," one said. He was the shorter of the two, "My name is Peregrin Took- Pippin if you wish."

I grinned, "Canyaiel, of Rivendell."

"I am Meriadoc Brandybuck- Merry," the other hobbit said, smiling. I spoke to them for a while, listening to them tell me stories of the Shire as I told them about Imladris. We stayed there for hours, and I had to say that I liked their company. Although, I did notice the two humans sending me unfriendly glares. It was getting dark and I decided to leave for they seemed to be getting tired.

"Sleep well tonight, young hobbits," I said, bidding them goodnight. I walked over to Glorfindel and Saelbeth, who stood up. We started wandering around the woods.

"There will be a celebration tonight," Saelbeth said, smiling.

"There is one every night," Glorfindel looked over at me.

"Let us go," Saelbeth said. I nodded. There was nothing else to do, so I went with them. We walked to an average sized room, where the walls and ceilings were the trees. There were only about six or seven Elves there, all were sipping wine, talking, singing, dancing, or playing music. I sat down next to Saelbeth and Glorfindel and we just spoke of whatever crossed our mind. We went there every night after that for a few months. Legolas went there occasionally, along with his dwarf friend- whom I found out was named Gimli. I did not speak to him until the last night that the Fellowship was to stay in Lórien.

I decided to take my chances and speak to him, for I felt he and his company would leave soon.

"Is anybody sitting here?" I asked, pointing to the chair next to him. He was sitting alone at a table, drinking a heavy red wine.

"No," he said, looking away. I sat down and he did not make any effort to speak to me.

"Why are you still sitting here?" he asked after a few minutes.

"I am not sure," I responded, wondering what he wanted me to say. There was so much we needed to talk about, but how to go about it was another question.

"Perhaps it is better this way." I don't know why I still sat there. Maybe I was waiting for something?

"Perhaps it is," I agreed. I tried to smile.

"I must be off now," Legolas said, standing up, his hair blowing about softly, "We have duties to fulfill." I stood up. I'm sorry, I'm sorry for everything.

"Legolas, I-"

"It is fine," he said, turning away, "You need not tell me twice." He walked away, "Good day, my lady." He tried to smile at me, and I tried to smile back, but we both knew that they were not real. The only reason we bothered to pretend was because we were in the presence of others. He bowed his head and I curtsied before he walked outside.

"What was that about?" I looked over at Saelbeth.

"Oh, nothing," and I smiled to reassure him that I was fine. He just nodded but I knew he didn't believe me.

"I'm tired," I lied.

"Do you want me to walk you back?" he asked, offering me his arm. I took it with a nod and we walked back.

"Thank you," I said, unweaving my arm, "Good night." I climbed the ladder, changed quickly, and lay in bed; not sleeping for deep thoughts still haunted my mind.