A/N: Um….don't shoot? Sry this chapter was so long in coming but I've been grounded thanks to my inconsiderate math teacher.
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Far off in the deep green forest of Gadlenin*, the council of elves assembled to answer the call received from Gandalf.
"Oloorin* has called from the fort of Helm's Deep. You're daughter has become wounded in the grand battle that fell there. Oloorin has called you there Endiesh*." Silda*, a She-elf from the east guard spoke the words that every mind in the room had been dreading. That their princess had fallen, when she had disappeared the elf-kind had thought that she had simply run to Rohan to meet with Eowyn.
"You should let her die with her honor, Endiesh. You know the punishment she faces if she lives." Moka glared at Silda, thinking her weak.
"I will do what my heart tells me, Moka, Silda." Endiesh's amethyst eyes flickered out over the council's heads, "My judgment, let it be known now and not later, is that my daughter, you're princess, is forever banished from the woods of Gadlenin, any who catch sight of her may shoot her on sight."
Silda's head of auburn hair fell in disappointment. "I thought better of you Endiesh. But so be it. If the girl lives then she is in exile, never to return."
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In one of the cloistered rooms of the deeping comb, Firith fell deeper into darkness. Eowyn sat at her side, wiping the sweat from her forehead when it appeared with a cool cloth. At a knock on the door Eowyn's head went up and her hand fell to the hilt of her sword.
However when the door was pushed open her hand fell from the hilt and she swept a curtsy. "Lord Endiesh. I fear you come to late."
"It is never too late for an elf Lady Eowyn." Endiesh's amethyst eyes dismissed her and she left closing the door behind her.
Endiesh placed his hand on his daughter's forehead, whispering "Melda moore taape nwalka, nuuruhuine taape. Qualme foalooke. Hear my voice daughter, death holds you as a dragon holds treasure fight it and you shall win."
Under his hands Firith stirred. "Father?"
"No more am I your father exile. You have broken the codes of the elves and I can not let that pass. So you knew when you left my home." Endiesh snapped and spun on his heel.
Firith held her tears, held them just as she'd been forced too when her mother died. Now she had lost her father too. Shaking herself Firith rose from the bed healing her shoulder with the last of her power. Her father had given her that chance, but now as she felt the amber fire in her go out she felt suddenly very empty. She had never been with out her zxquie* and it left her empty.
Changing into one of Eowyn's spare changes of riding leathers, Firith opened the door of the dim room, blinking as she stepped into the light of the hall. Walking outside, past various men who saluted her and down to the stables. What did she care of their respect now? Her people, her own FATHER had abandoned her. By law she was allowed to keep anything she had with her, and that included her enidien war horse.
As soon as she stepped into the dimly lit stable she heard someone in the stall with Fylorn. Anger welled up inside of her at her father's presumptions as she opened the stall door. The elf who met her was not her father, but the princling of Mirkwood.
Firith lowered her eyes and backed out of the stall. She knew the laws and she was to stay away from all of elf-kind, including her comrades in arms.
"Lady Firith?" Legolas peered over the stall door at her small defeated form before cracking opened the door and stepping out to her.
Firith turned on her heel and fled the stable her soft footsteps carrying little sound. She collapsed somewhere, lost as she was, and did not hear the patter of small footfalls and a pair of light footed people headed her way. She jumped when a slim hand, a hand she knew from somewhere fell on her shoulder.
"Easy lady. We will not hurt you."
"Haldir? You know you shan't speak with me. I am an exile, doomed to walk the paths alone. My father has put death-price on me." Firith whispered this, and a few silvery tears slipped from behind her closed eyelids. "I was a fool to disobey him. I knew the laws. Eomer was right, I threw it away for my own glory."
"Firith," this new voice was a light baritone, "Cease your self pity."
Firith sat up and drew her tattered dignity around her. "As you wish Highness. I should leave your royal self to his work." Firith blinked away her tears and put up the façade that she allowed the world to see. Brave, arrogant and self-assured. Bowing slightly to the pair, Firith turned on her heel to find Oloorin.
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" Death-price?" Legolas questioned Haldir closely.
" She's been exiled prince. Her father, Lord Endiesh, has banished her from her homeland for the rest of her days. She will turn suicidal at the worst and be come a spineless coward at the best. She has nothing to live for now highness, so please do keep the biting comments to your self." Haldir's grey eyes where dark with worry, for her or for him was unclear. "We risk exile to contact her, however Milady Gladriel was an exile and so she should understand. You princling should stay far from the she-elf."
Legolas heard him out, giving off an aura of pity. "How could a father do that to a child? Who cares if she fought in a battle."
"A day ago you were of the same mind prince." Haldir turned on his heel, following the path of the she-elf.
"I was wasn't I?" Legolas's heart filled with sorrow.
