To Wild Tangent: I actually got the names from this website: which was linked to the third website you gave me, but thank you for trying- and failing- to prove me wrong. Some of the names I use in the story are Quenya rather than Sindarin, however, which is where you may have gotten confused. 'Calwa' is to mean 'beautiful,' in Quenya, and was on page 254 of The Book of Lost Tales 1 by J.R.R. Tolkien and edited by Christopher Tolkien; however, it was spelled with a 'k' rather than a 'c' in his writing. I made it a 'c' because in other books it was less common for one to see a 'k' which started a word rather than a 'c'- although the change has not made much of a difference to you self-made 'experts.' Other names I got from this website: , of which I am not too sure of its eligibility; however, I tried checking it back with the Quenya word-list of the first website, but may have just forgotten. However, thank you for the second website- no one has given me that link yet, and I find it quite helpful.

Anyway, onto the chapter- but I have to ask, why did you review if you didn't even read it? {I've noticed that I've been saying 'you' although this person is probably not going to read this}

Thanks to little-lost-one for reviewing each chapter of this story (and 'Back to You' and 'In the Shadows')

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I heard tapping on the glass- similar to the time that Canyaiel dropped mother's pearl necklace on the marble floor in Lord Elrond's hall. I sat straight up and saw little pebbles being thrown at the window. I looked over- Canyaiel was still asleep, and I walked to the window. I looked down at the grass to see Norno standing there, grinning with a handful of rocks. I ran to the seeing-glass to comb my hair quickly and I opened the window slowly, checking behind me the whole time to see that Canyaiel wouldn't wake. I stood on a little ledge and latched the window shut.

"Norno, what in the name of Elbereth are you doing?" I hissed down, "It's still dark."

"I couldn't sleep," he said back, "Come down."

"No," I responded, almost wailing, "Mother will be so cross!"

He sighed, "Do you always do everything your mother tells you to do?" I allowed myself to click my tongue slightly and slid down, holding on to the ledge that I was just standing on with my fingertips. Norno took my legs and placed me down on the floor.

"I'm leaving soon," he whispered into my ear and squeezed my hand, "I just wanted to tell you that I shall see you in a little while… And that I'll miss you." He smiled and left as quickly as he came. I looked up at the window and sighed to myself- there was no way in all of Arda that I could get back up there before mother woke up.

I heard the clicking of a tongue three times, "Perfect little Calwaiel, sneaking out? I never would have thought…"

"Oh, be quiet, Canyaiel and help me up!"

Canyaiel grinned as she leaned out the window, "I am most certainly rubbing off on you." She placed her hands on the window ledge and hooked her feet onto the window then released her grip on the window ledge- hanging only by her feet.

"You're going to fall," I said, worriedly.

She just smirked, looking at me upside-down, "You underestimate me, dear sister. Take my hand- come on now- before she awakes." I did not need prompting twice and I took her hand. She, somehow, managed to pull both herself and me up into the room.

"What were you doing?" Canyaiel asked, amused.

"I," I made a noise which sounded like 'eh-rum', "I was, I was… well, Norno was throwing rocks at the window and asked me to come down so I did-" I took a breath and paused my extremely quick talking, "because he's leaving tomorrow."

Canyaiel blinked. "Oh, my," she said, grinning broadly. I could make out her blue eyes, shimmering slightly in the moonlight, and her crooked, mischievous grin.

Days passed and passed and Norno still hadn't returned.

"Stop slouching," Nana said, letting her crystal eyes move away from the embroidery she was stitching, "keep your back straight." I sat up even straighter. "Those stitches are so large a dwarf could fit through them." I made my stitches smaller than they already were.

"Calwaiel!" I turned around to the part-screech, part-groan, part-hiss, part-cry of Canyaiel. I placed my stitching on the table.

"Excuse me," I said softly, getting up to walk over to Canyaiel, "What are you doing? Nana will be so cross."

"No! This is important- Norno was slain just yesterday," she hissed into my ear. I felt my mind completely leave, allowing me only to stare blankly into the distance.

"Calwaiel, Calwaiel?" I felt Canyaiel poking me with one of her long slender fingers.

"I… I am fine… I am fine…" I said, telling myself more than Canyaiel, "I'll see him in a few years, am I not correct?" I asked Canyaiel, trying more to convince myself rather than her.

She thought for a moment, "Maybe in a few millennia."

I groaned, "I… I don't know what to do," I wailed quietly.

"Calwaiel, come and finish your stitching," Nana commanded. I started to walk over to her.

"You are a vile excuse for a nana! Can you not just let Calwaiel settle? It is bad enough that Norno has departed from this world- you need not add any more pressure to her-"

"Be quiet!" Nana shouted, raising her voice for the first time, "You should shut your mouth!" she paused in her shouting, obviously unable to think of a retort that would offend Canyaiel.

"I hate you," Canyaiel said calmly, yet smiling wickedly with an ethereal gleam in her eyes, almost as if she was looking straight through Nana into the light of a star, "I wish it was you who was slain rather than father." She remained extremely composed, but I could hear her taking hurried, rushed breaths through her nose. She pronounced each word clearly- and for a moment, I wish I had the bravery to do that.

Nana snorted, still not able to think of a suitable riposte. "Go away- far away! I can not look at you!" she shouted.

Canyaiel looked about the happiest she had ever been, "Oh, I am only too glad to do so. Just wait," she said with appreciation, "until everyone finds out that you, the horrid, vile, creature you are, sent your own daughter out of the house."

Nana looked a little worried at this, "Leave," she said, sounding nervous. She took a breath, "I don't have a daughter." I cleared my throat and she ignored me.

"Goodbye, then Elenya," she said, walking out of the house.

Nana looked at me with icy blue eyes, "She will come back."

But she did not come back for a whole year, and only then she would just crawl into her bed late at night and leave first thing in the morning- leaving me to deal with Nana's complaining. After a few more centuries, she, gradually, decided to stay about an hour before she went to sleep and after she woke up.

My sister was simply anomalous.

I could prove it, too; every day she went off to go sword fight with Elladan and Elrohir, while I had to stay home and stitch, clean, and groom. Maybe I was just jealous- but, as mother reminded me, she was the one to be envious of me! I couldn't believe something as silly as that- I was the one working while she became spontaneous and had much more excitement then I could ever… even imagine to have. I told myself that I wasn't invidious.

"Your begetting day is tomorrow," Nana said. I looked up from the embroidery of a nightingale I was stitching.

"Yes, Nana." I sighed to myself- I wouldn't forget something like that. Nana must take me for some sort of an idiot. Wait…

I stood up, "Excuse me." I walked up to my room and took a basket and filled it with a few of my most elegant looking dresses. It was quite a pity that I was already going to trade them away- some haven't even been worn. I played with a little sapphire on one of them and took a deep breath before making my way to town.

What would Canyaiel ever wish to possess? Nothing… it seemed. I noticed a dusty silver sign at the beginning of town and looked around before entering the door beneath it. It was a small and dark place- dimly lit by candles. There were no windows.

"Excuse me?" I asked into the darkness, feeling more and more frightened by the moment.

"This is no place for a young mistress like you."

"Is that Calwaiel?" I turned around and sighed.

"Oh, thank Elbereth! Náro!" I said, sighing, "What are you doing here?"

"I should be asking you. This is a weapon shop… I… I make some of the swords." The other, older Elf turned around and had left by then.

I cleared my throat, knowing fully well that Náro's father owned the shop, but was gravely injured and had sailed, "I'm actually looking for a sword." I could almost see his eyes light up, though they always seemed dark.

"A sword?" he repeated, "What type of sword?"

I hesitated for a moment, not knowing much about swords, "It's for Canyaiel," I paused, "Something light, I suppose," I continued, thinking she could not hold anything too heavy, "Or not," I added, remembering how she had pulled me up from the floor with just her feet, "She is just beginning," I included, "No, perhaps she is not. She has been sword fighting for a good few… centuries?" I wondered, clearing my throat, "Perhaps," I cleared my throat again, "Something pretty," I added lamely. I blushed.

"Do not worry," he said, not sounding if he cared at all, "I have something she would like." He walked off into the darkness and I stood there, in the center of an extremely small room, feeling quite compressed. Náro came back within moments, holding a gleaming, silver colored sword on top of his hands. I wrapped my fingers around the middle and took it, but immediately dropped it.

"It's sharp!" I said, surprised as I wiped the blood from my fingers onto my other hand. Náro bent down and picked up the sword by a golden handle.

"Pick up a sword with the hilt. And if you need to take the sword by the middle, do not touch the edges," he said, demonstrating for me how to take a sword by the middle. He held it with his fingers nimbly, not holding the edges but the slight bump in the center.

I smiled as I studied the beautiful flowing Elvish script inscribed on the blade, "'Nai tiruvantel ar varyuvantel i Valar tielyanna nu vilya,'" I read out loud then looked up at Náro, "What would you like for this?" He walked over to a shelf and took a silver metal cover and handed it to me.

"A scabbard- Canyaiel will need one of these," he took the sword and placed it inside the scabbard, "It protects and covers the sword." He took the sword inside the scabbard and placed it in my basket and stood staring at the sword.

I'm not sure how long he stood there, staring at the sword. I cleared my throat uncomfortably and he looked up at me, his eyes gleaming with a twinkle that left as quickly as it came. I blinked a little, wondering if I had only imagined a hint of light in Náro's dark eyes.

"What would you like for this?" I asked again, quietly. I could almost see his cheeks tinge a little.

"Nothing," he snapped back, "Nothing," he said again, quietly, softer.

I felt a little incongruous, not wanting to stir up his temperamental behavior, "Surely there is something you want?"

He looked up at me, straight into my eyes, and I looked back at him, "No, there is nothing."

"Thank you," I said, awkwardly, not quite able to turn around and leave.

He walked closer to me and I thought I saw something- "You can leave now." I nodded and quickly walked outside into the gleaming sunlight.