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~*~A/N: thanks for the reviews!!! So encouraging! :) Okay, onward with the story! Ooooh when's Leggie coming?! Hehehe~*~

"Yana, are you ready?" Arwen called, entering the other Elf's room.

"Yes, Arwen, just about. I only need to fix my hair. Do you think you can help me?"

"Oh course, Yanira! When would I not help you!" Arwen crossed the room to where Yana was standing in front of her mirror.

"Why is Elrond making a big deal over this visit from the Elves of Eryn Lasgalen?" Yana asked, curiously.

"Well, they are coming to see Rivendell, just as a visit, so Elrond wants to make it most comfortable for them," Arwen responded, rather vaguely.

"I see. But then, why am I made to dress so properly and welcome them so?"

"Yana, you know that my father wants to make the best impression possible, and he wants everyone to be well dressed and mannered. That is it; there is no other reason."

"If you say so," Yana replied, suspiciously.

Arwen pulled half of Yana's blond hair into a ponytail, leaving the rest free on her shoulders. Yana was dressed in a royal blue gown with faint prints of flowers creeping up the sleeves and skirt.

"Okay, now my father is expecting you. You are to accompany him."

"And where will you be, my dear?"

"I will be with you, as well," Arwen replied, laughing.

The elegant Elf-ladies walked to Elrond's library, knocking on the door. He called for them to come in.

"Ah, both of my young ones! So beautiful!" Elrond said, admiringly.

"Well, then, Father, should they not be arriving any moment?" Arwen inquired.

"Yes, they should. Shall we wait in the courtyard?" Elrond asked, offering both his arms to the ladies.

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After an hour had elapsed, the party from Eryn Lasgalen had still not arrived.

"I wonder what is taking them so long?" Elrond thought aloud.

Suddenly, Elodon appeared, taking them all by surprise. Yana had to resist the urge to run into his arms. Elodon had been asked to scout the border in order to ensure that the arrival of the Prince and his people.

"Lord Elrond," he began, "the party approaches. They were caught off guard by a band of Orcs in the forest, and were forced to fight them. They will be arriving shortly and sent me ahead to tell you. I think one of them may be injured, but I am not sure."

Thanking Elodon, Elrond readied an area where he could heal any injured Elf. While Elrond was busy, Elodon stole a quick kiss on Yana's bare shoulder before she shooed him away in apprehension of Elrond.

The sound of approaching hoofbeats alerted Elrond, Yana, and Arwen that the group was but a few miles away. Elodon's ears could not pick up the sound from such a distance.

Soon, the hoofbeats were so loud that even the ears of the Man could trace them.

"Lord Elrond," called a fair Elf from the back of a grey horse. His blond hair fell upon his shoulders, shining brightly. "Greetings from Eryn Lasgalen! The King Thranduil sends his regards. I am Legolas, his son."

"Greetings, Legolas, Prince of Eryn Lasgalen. But I was told a member of your party was injured?"

"Yes, that is true. Actually, four were."

"Oh my!" Arwen cried. "Are the wounds very serious?"

"No, just a few slashes with a sword," Legolas replied.

"Yana, come, let us aid Father," Arwen called.

It was then for the first time that Legolas noticed the fair lady standing nervously beside the Man Elodon whom he had been introduced to earlier. She was beautiful!

The beautiful Elf strode away, preparing a healing salve for the injured, of whom Legolas was one.

"Here, be seated," Arwen said, gesturing to eight empty cushions for the eight foreign Elves. "I am Arwen, daughter of Elrond, and she is Yanira, ward of my father. She has lived with us for many years."

Yana smiled her greeting, still concentrating on the healing salve. Arwen and Elrond cleaned the wounds of Legolas and the other three injured Elves of Eryn Lasgalen.

Yana walked to each of them, applying the salve.

"Lady Yanira," Legolas said, cringing slightly as the salve burned into his skin.

"Does it pain? The salve?" Yana asked softly.

"Somewhat, but that is okay," he replied, smiling at her concern.

"Well, I'm almost finished, Prince Legolas, so you may rest."

But Legolas did not want her to be finished. He liked her soft touch on his arm. Her beautiful blue eyes bored deep into his every time he looked into them. They were pools of silver, glistening in the moonlight of the evening.

She walked away, to the next injured Elf. After healing everyone, Elrond showed each Elf to his room, telling them to wash and come down for the evening meal afterwards.

Legolas, once in his room, could think of no one else but Yanira, the striking blonde Elf.

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Yana set up the table for an extra nine people, including Elodon. She wanted to sit near him, though not too close. She was to sit near the head of the table, since she lived in the House of Elrond. The eight Elves of Eryn Lasgalen entered the Dining Hall. Elrond seated himself at the head of the table and Arwen sat next to him. Yana sat down across from her. Then Elrond told the other Elves to be seated in the next few chairs. Yana frowned for this left the last seat possible for Elodon to sit in, farthest away from her.

"Lord," she said to Elrond, "do not you think it more correct for Elodon to sit closer here? For he does live here, kind of…"

"Yana, we are entertaining a prince! He is to be seated, with all of his subjects closer to the head of the table."

~*~Sorry, ends so quickly… I have to go now because I have to go out of town tomorrow and I need lots of sleep. Hehe.. Anyway, I may not write in a while, so sorry! Bye!!! *read my other story's most recent chapter for the full details* elenya~*~