Disclaimer-we do NOT own any character in our stories except for Aerriane, Claenoic,The Elf Queen Eleanir, and some other characters that may pop out of our heads next time.

A/N: I REALLY want reviews please.I don't care if it's good or bad.I NEED it!!! Thanks so much for your co-operation.p.s:this is my very first fan- fic.pls don't be TOO critical.*grin* anyways, enjoy. :D [oh yes I forgot.from now on, any words between these will officially be thoughts. My damn computer suddenly developed a disliking for *s or #s and even 's.
Chapter 2-The great banquet, and what happened after

The two siblings arrived at the great banquet in time. Their mother and father, The Elf King Thranduil and The Elf Queen Eleanir, raised both their eyes at the two, as Legolas and Aerriane stumbled into the banquet hall. "You're late, Legolas." Thranduil said softly in Elven tongue. Legolas looked at his father indignantly. "I'm not the only one, father. apparently Aerriane got here half a second later than me."

Meanwhile, Eleanir was busy nagging away at her daughter. "Aerriane Bluefeather! You look an utter mess! What in the whole of Middle- earth have you been up to? Look at your HANDS!" Aerriane rolled her blue eyes and looked down upon her once fair and pale hands.

They were now covered in dust, dirt, and soil and there was even an adorable looking caterpillar crawling on the centre of her palm.

She grinned sheepishly at her mother. "Well, at least it brings some color into my hands." Eleanir groaned. "I'll never for the lives of me understand you, Aerriane, but I think the best thing you should do now is to wash your hands."

The feast was marvelous. Every corner of the dinning table was filled with the most delicious and sweetest-smelling food. Aerriane could hardly see her brother, who was just opposite her, over the big round turkey which was in front of her.

*Father had seriously prepared this meal to the best* she thought, as she bit on her meat roll. (A/N do elves eat meat rolls? I'm not sure.I just put it there cuz I was eating one just now.)

Looking around her, the dining hall was filled with laughter, chatter and clashes of spoons against forks and forks against knives. Thranduil had indeed given lots of thoughts about making his anniversary perfect. He had even invited his old friends, those who were once kings, and those who were kings. All of them seemed so grand to Aerriane and at the sight of one of her dad's friend's daughters, she looked down at herself and muttered, "Disgrace."

A noise that seemed like a knock on a glass cup awoke her from her thoughts. "Welcome, my honored guests. T'is a pleasure to have all of you here to celebrate our anniversary. I hope that all of you would return home full and merry!"

Every one in the hall clapped. Some cheered. Some drank. Then suddenly, silence. Thranduil cleared his throat with a huge gulp of wine. "There is still one more announcement to make. This I have been pondering for very long if it was the right choice to make. The other day, Elrond's messenger came upon us with news that Elrond had decided to hold a secret council. He had suggested that not only should I go. but my youngest son, Legolas." Legolas raised his eyebrows.

"What?"

Thranduil turned to his son with a look that none of them had ever seen him like that before. "I'm old, Legolas. Look at me." Legolas turned his gaze to his father. He started to feel the slightest discomfort. Ever since he was young, the furthest away from home he had ever been was the forest. He knew that if Elrond had called upon him, it meant that there was a great task ahead of him.

After the great feast, Aerriane returned to her room. She had a strange urge to ask her father and mother's permission to follow her older brother. Thinking over it again, she realized that if she really were to attend Lord Elrond's council, Lord Elrond may ask them to go on a journey, which would be a serious matter between life, and death. Finally, she made up her mind. She was going no matter what.

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Running to her parent's chambers seemed an awfully long time. When Aerriane finally arrived, she knocked on the door and almost immediately, it opened.

"Aerriane? What brings you here?" her father's surprised face answered her. Aerriane opened her mouth and poured out her wishes.

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After bidding good night to her parents, Aerriane slowly walked back to her room. He father and mother had seemed a trifle doubtful on letting Arriane follow Legolas, but she was certain that this was one choice that neither she, nor her parents will ever regret. She let her mind wander to when she was extremely young. All her life, she had dreamed of stepping out of the castle and wandering into some adventure. Now, this once in a lifetime chance was laid neatly before her, and she could not bear the risk of losing it.

Back in her room, Aerriane dropped on her bed and looked out of the windows. Without her knowing, her life was going to change before her very eyes.
A/N: my thanks to Chatelaine (jerika) for giving me that thoughtful review.I was kind of thinking about re-doing my first chapter, but I decided that my second chapter was going to be much more serious (no more crud or crap anymore, I promise. It's just that I was reading one of the fan fics on LotR and it involved quite a lot of these words..so.but nvm). Oh yes, about the female elves being called "elf maiden" or Elf girl.thanks anyways. I'll try not to put in she-elf. Pls review my second chapter.I would really want to know how good/bad it is.