The next few days consisted of training for Sydney, exchanging barbs with Legolas and having fun with Elladan and Elrohir. Climbing the stairs to the house of Rivendell she whistled happily to herself and skipped up the last few steps. Turning, she looked out across the forest and smiled as the sun shone brightly on her face.

            "Such a beautiful day," she said until spying dark rain clouds in the distance. "Except for that however."

            Not concerning herself with the clouds, she turned and walked into the palace, making her way towards Elrond's study. As she rounded a corner, she was knocked to the floor and landed hard on her rear end. Her yelp was noticed by a few Elves walking the corridors as she looked up at her assailant.

            "Where is the bloody fire Legoals?" she asked as she took hold of his outstretched hand and stood.

            "Sorry about that Sydney. I have other things on my mind."

            Once saying that he stalked off down the corridor as Sydney stared after him.

            "I wonder what got his knickers in a twist," she murmured as he moved out of sight.

            "Might have something to do with the messenger that came today."

            Sydney turned and looked at Elladan as he stood behind her. She wasn't shocked to see him there; she had sensed him coming up behind her. With a quiet sigh she looked in the direction that Legolas had gone and felt a slight twinge of worry work its way into her heart.

            "A messenger from Mirkwood?" she asked curiously.

            "Yes and it appears Legolas did not like the message."

            "Should someone go after him?"

            "He will be fine. He just needs to calm down a bit; he will go and walk in the forest to calm down."

            "I hope you are correct Elladan," she said before turning and walking down the corridor.

            Making a few turns here and there, she finally reached Elrond's study and paused outside the door. Taking a deep breath she knocked and pulled her shoulders back.

            "Enter."

            Walking into the room she looked around as she closed the door behind her. Elrond was seated in one of the plush chairs, reading a book which he put down as Sydney stepped closer.

            "You wished to see me my lord."

            "Yes Sydney I did. Please, take a seat."

            Cautiously she sat and tried to relax even though she knew it was futile. Elrond's polite manner was the total opposite of what she normally expected from him. The change had caught her off guard which was not normal for an Elf and very disquieting.

            "Everything about you is telling that you do not trust me."

            "To be honest my lord, I do not. The threats that you told me before I left are still repeating in my mind and I do not wish for you to carry those threats out," she replied honestly.

            "Sydney…you know that those threats were spoken in anger."

            "Yes, but things spoken in anger still have a ring of partial truth and honesty. I am watching out for my own ass my lord," she said, using one of her favorite learned terms.

            "I shall pretend that I did not hear that part about your ass. I would like to discuss what happened to make you leave."

            Once the words were out of his mouth Sydney knew exactly what he was talking about. The memories flashed across her mind as she looked at his face. Behind the mask of calmness she saw regret, a bit of anger, sorry, sadness and fear. It was almost concealed from her sharp eyes but she saw it in him. Fear of what she might do with the knowledge that she and only she knew. Seeing him about to speak, she held her hand up for his silence.

            "I have not told a living soul about what I saw and I never will. I will carry it to my death from battle or to the Undying Lands to never speak of it there. I could never bring that kind of pain to Elladan and Elrohir or to you," she said as she held him gaze.

            "You care for them deeply."

            "I do. They are like the brothers I never had. I would lay down my life for either one of them if it ever came to that."

            Sydney thought she might have imagined it but it seemed that Elrond held a new level of respect for her. She knew what she had said was pure truth. If it ever came to that, she would forfeit her life for the twins. Elrond looked at her closer and sensed how serious she was on the matter.

            "The twins are lucky to have a close friend such as you. That kind of friendship is hard to come by," he said as she slowly nodded in agreement.

            "I am privileged to be called their friend and honored."

Elrond nodded and Sydney stood from her chair and went to the door meaning to leave before Elrond's voice stopped her.

"I will not lie and say that I do not feel anger towards you but I can say this truthfully. The anger is lessening and I can see that you do regret what happened. I do not know the length of time it may take but I am granting you forgiveness. It will take some time, however, before I can look at you and not remember what occurred."

Sydney opened the door as she softly smiled to the lord. "We are Elves my lord, immortal. We have all the time we could need, and to receive your forgiveness and be in your good graces once again will be worth the wait."

Walking down the corridor, she slowed and looked out the window at the story that was unleashing its fury on Rivendell. It rarely rained at Rivendell; but when it did, it continued for several hours and no one dared to go outside. Just a few mere seconds in the rain and it would soak someone to the bone. Shaking her head, she went in search of something to do to stay out of the rain.

Legolas stalked through the forest trying to expel his anger that coursed through his blood. His anger had been created when the messenger of Mirkwood had arrived and handed the message to him. His father was requesting-no more like demanding-that he come home to discuss some important matters. Normally it wouldn't bother the prince but he had only been at Rivendell for about two weeks and did not desire to leave yet. Instead of continuing to walk he grabbed onto the nearest tree and climbed it effortlessly before sitting on one of the many branches. The tree offered him comfort as he slowly exhaled and allowed himself to calm down. Leaning his head back against the tree, he allowed his mind to drift as he stared up the sat the sky through the trees. He must have drifted off to sleep for when he opened his eyes it was badly overcast and just starting to rain. The few drops quickly turned into a downpour as he started to move through the trees back towards Rivendell. He slipped once, when the rain became almost impossible to see through even for an Elf. Knowing that the ground would be safer, he decided to see if he could find some shelter and wait out the rain. Moving down the tree, he reached a safe height and jumped down to land on a fallen tree.

            Just as his feet touched the tree he knew that he just made a drastic error. The tree and ground fell out from under his feet almost immediately with a sickening crunch. Before he could grab onto something, he fell with everything else into the hidden pit. It was pure instinct that made him reach under him to stop his fall or at least absorb some of the impact. He realized his mistake when he hit the bottom and heard a painful snap from his arm and felt the immediate pain shoot up his arm. His head hit something hard, causing starts to explode before his eyes. His body registered another pain as the trunk he had jumped onto landed on him, sending his body into pain overload. His battered body and mind slipped into unconsciousness.

            "That is the last time I participate in one of Elrohir's pranks on Elladan," Sydney muttered to herself as she carefully picked bits of food from her hair.

            Whenever the twins were bored and couldn't go outside they started to pull pranks on each other. Being bored herself, she couldn't resist when Elrohir asked her to help him with one. Needless to say, at the end everything came to a huge food fight between the three. It had all come to a screeching halt when Elrond came into the room and was almost hit with a peach that Elladan had thrown at Elrohir but missed when Elrohir ducked. Sydney had no idea that Elrond could turn that bright of a red in anger but was more shocked when he started to laugh once he saw the state all of them were in. He laughed even harder when he saw the reaction on their faces when he informed them that they would be cleaning all of it up. Elrond was laughing so hard that the three of them had looked at each other and realized what the lord found so hilarious.

            All three of them had food covering every exposed inch of their body. Elrohir's hair was matted with cake that Elladan had slammed on his head. Sydney had some kind of pudding covering her face when the twins had pounced on her. Elladan had berries squashed in his hair and marrying his fair skin with purple blotches. Once everyone had stopped laughing at the situation, Elladan, Elrohir and Sydney started to clean up the mess they had created. That was several hours ago and they had just finished cleaning up the room. Getting cleaned up, she found a quiet room and sat on the bed, cross legged intending to spirit travel a bit.

            The first thing that Legolas knew was that he was wet; no correct that, more like soaking. The next thing that made itself known was the pain. Releasing a groan of pain, he slowly opened his eyes and blinked a few times to clear his head. Slowly he focused on the situation and the tree that lay across the lower half of his body. Trying to move his legs, he gasped in pain when he moved his left leg and waited for the pain to fade before he tried to move again. With his good arm he attempted to push off the tree but with no luck. Looking up from the deep pit, he shielded his eyes from the rain and groaned in frustration.

            "This is definitely not my day," he mumbled before trying to move the tree again.

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Okay everyone there is the new chapter of this story. In response to the reviews that I got for chapter 4 here are some answers:

Tara: I have it planned out exactly what happened and it may seem a very long stretch for an Elf lord but I think it could happen. But you'll have to wait and find out what occurred; I will put it in a chapter farther down the line and that's where you'll find out. Had a really long discussion with a good friend of mine about it and she said go for it.

Phoenixqueen: I probably could make it a lot worse! Don't know how but I could if I thought about it long enough. But it's okay, just review whenever you're able to and I'll keep on writing as often as I can.

Okay everyone so please R/R for the review-whore and I'll keep working on the story. Peace out.