I walked down the dirt path, kicking up the golden sand with my soft leather shoes.

"Good morning, Canyaiel!"

I turned around and smiled, "Good morning."

"Would you like to come in?" she offered. I smiled and walked inside. It was a large room, but filled completely with furniture and trinkets of gold and silver and any other material on all of Aman.

"Have you bought your home yet?"

I peeled my gaze away from a particularly beautiful pearl vase, "Yes, it is off on the outskirts of Valmar- near the stream. How is life with you and Náro?" I asked, quickly changing the subject as I looked at a little red, leather-bound book.

Calwaiel smiled her perfect smile as soon as I looked up at her and for a fleeting second, I was envious of her again, "It is lovely- better than I ever imagined."

I smiled back at her, despite my jealousy, "That is wonderful news. I am glad to hear. Shall we be expecting any Elflings?" I said in a half-joking manner. I looked over at a pretty seeing-glass, decorated in a frame of intertwining, silver branches.

She, however, sighed unhappily, "Come now, you know Arwen was the last born."

"Yes, yes," I replied, half-listening as I gazed up at a beautiful chandelier, "I don't even think you would want Elflings anyway- if they are going to be nearly as horrible as their aunt!" The chandelier was gold and had gems of glass dangling daintily- looking like stars. I looked over and something caught the quick gaze of my Elven eyes. It was a cherry wood box. I walked over to it and took it from the shelf.

On the lid was an intricate carving of the white city of Imladris- it was so detailed that I could even see my old home in the shadow of the palace. On the side was golden Caras Galadhon and opposite it was the carving of the Grey Havens. On the front, was Valmar, complete with the golden paths- and the stream that I lived by, and on the back was Eryn Lasgalen, no longer dark but rather green and brown with lush trees and beautiful forests.

"Do you like that?" I looked up at Calwaiel, still holding the box in my hands.

"It's beautiful," I softly agreed, placing it back on the shelf.

"Take it." I took my stare away from it sharply.

"I beg your pardon?" I asked, looking up at her with shocked eyes. She moved her arms around me and took the small box, placing it in my hand.

"Take it." I blinked a few times.

"You must take something in return for it. I refuse to simply 'take' it."

Calwaiel sighed, "I wish for nothing." I sighed, annoyed, to myself.

"I will get you something in return," I insisted, starting to walk out the door, "Hannon le!" I added quickly, almost as an afterthought. I placed the small box in the pocket of my cloak.

I walked further down the streets of Valmar. I stopped at a particular store. It belonged to Meldawen, one of Calwaiel's old friends- it was a seamstress' shop. I walked inside.

"I bid you good morning, Canyaiel," Meldawen said almost without a thought- as if she had been expecting her. She looked up at me with crystal eyes, peeling her sight away from a green book she was reading. "Back so soon? You were here just yesterday."

I laughed almost hastily, "Yes, but I still need more fabric." Meldawen just shook her head and laughed. I fluttered around the small shop, picking up the finest and most beautiful of the fabrics.

"Which one would you like?" I asked.

Meldawen thought for a moment, "This one." She took out a rose silk and took some golden, red, and pink ribbon and then walked across the room to take a handful of glass gems. She took some thread and a few needles and handed them to me.

"You always manage to work wonders," she said, smiling, "Surprise me." I laughed to myself.

"Thank you! I'll bring you some things from my garden," I replied, "And I'll bake some bread."

"Oh, you don't need to go through all that trouble!"

"I owe it to you," I responded laughing, "Elbereth knows how much you have given me. Just making you clothing in exchange for some cloth is not enough."

Meldawen smiled, "Thank you." I walked outside, carrying a large bundle of cloth and an assortment of other things.

It was half of a league to my home and I had almost walked a half of the way home when I was cursing myself for not bringing Lómo. He was a strong horse and would easily help me carry my goods home.

I walked on until I heard, "Canyaiel, do you need help?" I looked up to see Saelbeth atop his horse.

"Oh, yes, please," I said, smiling, "You have come just when I needed." He laughed and took a good portion of the bundle and the little threads, needles, ribbons, and gems. He took all of the little pieces and placed them in a small satchel that was in his silver cloak. Saelbeth balanced the cloth carefully in his arms.

"I shall be back," he said. I nodded and he rode off toward my home. I continued walking and he returned back in only a matter of moments. He dismounted and guided Tasara alongside him as he walked with me. He took the rest of my bundle from my hands.

"Allow me," he insisted. I scowled to myself, feeling quite useless, but let him carry it- only because he was far less clumsy than I and he wouldn't trip and stain them golden like I would- but that only happened once, and that was because Glorfindel scared me as a prank. We walked along the path in silence. Every so often I would look over at him and then he would look at me before he turned away.

I took the bundle of cloth from him as soon as we reached my home, "Hannon le." He smirked back at me and mounted atop his horse before riding back toward the town. I stared after him for a moment, as I let the cool morning breeze tickle my cheeks, but I soon went into my home.

My home was not nearly as small as the one I had in Imladris, instead it was rather large. It had more than enough space for one person- and for any guests. I walked through the sitting room to the storeroom where I took an apple from the shelf. I walked outside, bundle of cloth still in my arms, and handed the apple to Lómo. I walked back into my home and placed the cloth on the table of the sitting room.

I took my cloak off and placed it on a hook on the wall and took the box out of the pocket. I walked over to my bedroom and placed it on the table next to the four poster bed. Then, I walked back to the sitting room. I sat down on the soft chair and took the silver needle, already threaded with a long thread of rose colored thread. I took the pink fabric that Meldawen wished the dress to be made of and laid it across the table. I shook my head and walked outside, abandoning my thread but taking the fabric with me. Outside, there was a large, flat rock on which I carefully laid the silk.

Hanging on the wall of my home was a knife, which I took and walked back to the rock. I started cutting the silk, making it far larger than I needed to. I knew Meldawen's size by heart- it was our deal. For every bit of cloth I would get, I would make an outfit for her or for her husband, Tirmo. Of course, I would also bring her some fresh food from my garden- or perhaps a bottle of wine from my vineyard.

After I finished cutting the silk, I folded the remnants up and took the dress parts. I went inside and started sewing the bodice of the dress, then the skirt, and then the sleeves. I was quite proud of myself because I had finished most of it before she even started to set.

I sewed the sleeves to the bodice, then the bodice to the skirt and I was nearly finished. I looked outside. She was starting to set. I placed the dress on the table and walked outside. Lómo was nibbling at the grass. I opened the door of the stable and he walked inside.

"Losto mae, Lómo," I said softly as I closed the door and walked back inside. I walked to my pantry and took a tall goblet and a bottle of rose wine. I poured the sweet drink into the glass and closed the bottle. I placed it back inside the pantry and looked for something to eat. As I was doing this, I thought of what I needed to do tomorrow- bake some bread, deliver the goods, make something for Calwaiel- I took a piece of bread from my pantry. I nibbled at it as I leaned against the wall. I took the thin handle of the goblet and drank steadily. I placed the goblet back into the pantry and walk to my bedroom to sleep.

I woke up the next morning just before the sun rose. I seemed to be doing that quite a lot lately. I walked outside to let Lómo out of his stable and then retreated back to finish sewing Meldawen's dress. I added some ribbon around the waist and some gems around the sleeves and skirt. I folded it up so it wouldn't get wrinkled or dirty and placed it on the table.

I remembered that I needed to bake some bread for Meldawen. I started a fire in the oven and made some dough- the secret recipe of lembas that my mother had taught me. After I placed the dough into the fire I walked to the storage room.

There were quite a bit of things in this room- almost any kinds food you could imagine- grapes, apples, carrots, mushrooms, peas, corn, celery-

"Good morning, Canyaiel! What's for breakfast?" I jumped a bit then turned around to see Master Samwise and Master Frodo.

I scowled playfully, "You mustn't give me such a fright! What would you like?"

"Surprise us," Master Samwise said.

"And next time, do tell me if you are coming over."

"Well, we don't mean to be rude, or anything," Master Frodo said softly, "We just didn't have any food, so we decided- Ho! Why don't we go visit Mistress Canyaiel? She always has food!" he exclaimed, his blue eyes lighting up.

I laughed a bit at this as I took two plates and two glasses. I placed some bread, mushrooms, strawberries, corn, potatoes, and apples on their plates.

"What would you like to drink?" I asked, "I have plenty of wine." Master Frodo looked up and stopped eating for a moment.

"Yes, wine is good." I poured them a bit of wine and watched as they ate and drank happily.

They both finished at the same time and got up, "Thank you for the lovely breakfast. Well, if you'll excuse us, we have to be off, now!"

I grinned, "Yes, yes, come visit more often!" I cleaned up after them- they were quite messy- yet, I missed their company, already. I walked over to check on the bread- which was not done yet, and walked back to the storage room. I took some of my freshest grapes, strawberries, apples, peaches, and pears and placed them in a basket. I took a bottle of wine and added it to the basket then started to wonder what I would do for my sister.

I decided to make her a dress- not just a regular wearing dress, but rather a gown- a beautiful ball dress; it would be the prettiest dress any of our kin had laid their keen, swift eyes on. Ideas raced through my head. It had to be long- tie in the back- with a silk ribbon, perhaps? It would have a tight bodice and tight sleeves that would flow out at the elbows, a curved neckline which dipped down in the back- and was covered in lace, and a long skirt that would not only touch the floor- but would trail on it only slightly.

I took the prettiest fabrics I had- blue velvet and white lace- and started cutting it- I already knew the size- for it was mine also. I placed the cut up pieces of fabric on the table and walked down to the stream with a vase. I filled it up with water and took a stick on the way back.

As I walked inside I could already smell the bread. I took the stick and maneuvered it around the oven so I could get the bread out. After I placed the bread on the table, I took the heavy vase and poured the water on the fire. Silvery-grey steam rose and settled quickly. I took the bread from the table and wrapped it up in a large leaf and placed it in the basket. I took Meldawen's silk dress and placed it in the basket.

"Lómo," I said softly as I walked outside. He eagerly walked over to me and I mounted carefully as I held the basket. "We're going to visit Meldawen." His ears seemed to perk up at this- Meldawen was a great friend of all animals and Lómo instantly knew the way. He trotted along happily and within a matter of moments we reached her home. I dismounted as I held the basket carefully and peered inside through the door.

"Meldawen?"

"Mae govannen, Canyaiel." I turned around and saw her standing there. I handed her the basket. "Oh! Hannon le! You didn't have to go through all this trouble!" I just shrugged and smiled. Meldawen handed Lómo a carrot as I mounted and rode back home.

I dismounted and let Lómo graze about. I rushed back into my home to start sewing the dress. I finished quickly and tried it on.

It was the perfect size. The top was quite tight and not something that I would wear- but it would fit to Calwaiel's liking quite well. It went off the shoulders slightly and there was a piece of silver ribbon at the elbow, which marked where the sleeves started to flow out. There was a thicker piece of silver ribbon at the waist and the skirt went out only slightly. The back was beautiful- from where it stopped in the front, it dipped far down into the back, stopping right above the backside. That part was not bare-skin, for that would be far too revealing, but it was, rather, covered in lace and had midnight blue ribbon which fastened it closed in a crisscross pattern.

I smoothed out the indigo colored velvet against my thighs and looked at myself in the seeing glass. It was a beautiful dress. I was almost tempted to keep it for myself, but I decided that would be far too selfish. I changed into my regular dress- a plain, misty rose colored, silk dress and placed my soft boots on my feet. I folded up the indigo dress and decided that I needed slippers and other accessories to go with it for it to be a presentable gift.

Abandoning the dress on the table, I decided that it was time to go back into town. I took my basket, some bottles of my finest wine, and a glass flask of miruvor. This time, I remembered to bring a scrap of the velvet. Almost thoughtlessly, I placed some food in the basket- potatoes, nuts, strawberries, corn, apples, and a bit of wheat. I walked outside, letting her soft light hit my face, and mounted atop Lómo, all the while balancing the basket carefully.

"We're going to town now," I said softly, clicking my tongue. He seemed to understand what I was saying and we reached town in a matter of moments. I dismounted and he followed me. I walked into a shoe store owned by Tamuril, a gentle Elf who was only, perhaps, two hundred years older than I.

"Mae govannen, Canyaiel, I have not seen you here for quite some time," he said in his soft voice.

"I am sorry," I said, smiling apologetically, "I am looking for a pair of slippers. Have you made any in dark blue?"

He smiled, "Of course." He walked over to a wall and I followed him. There were two long lines of slippers- separated by silk and velvet- in every blue color that existed. I looked at the top shelf, which was the shelf with all the velvet, and looked for one that matched the dress. I dug through my basket to find the scrap. I pulled it out victoriously and held it against the slippers. Some were the same color, but the wrong texture; some where the wrong color, but the same texture. Finally, I found a pair of slippers that were both the same color and texture. I took them from the shelf triumphantly and tried them on. They were a smidgen big, but Calwaiel would have to live with it- because I knew that Tamuril would not have made any other ones.

I walked over to Tamuril, "What would you like for these?" I showed him my basket. "I have your favorite wine," I said in a tempting voice, smiling. He laughed and I handed it to him along with two ears of corn.

"This shall be enough," he said.

"Hannon le," I replied, smiling. I took the slippers and placed them in the basket and walked outside, "I shall see you, soon!" Lómo was waiting outside and I handed him an apple. We walked further down to Calimo's jewelry store.

"Have you any necklaces?" I asked him upon entrance. He looked up and smiled.

"Of course, for you?"

"No, not for me- for Calwaiel." He smiled almost knowingly and took out a few necklaces. I picked up one that particularly caught my eye. It was a midnight blue, thick, velvet choker and had little diamonds in a rectangular pattern around the middle. There were swirls of more little diamonds within the square.

I held it in my hand and looked up at Calimo, "What would you like for this one?"

He pondered for a moment, "I don't know. This one was quite hard to make," he paused and looked at my neck, "The golden brooch you wear upon your neck will be adequate." I looked down at my neck and realized I was wearing the golden, Elanor brooch.

I felt myself grow embarrassed, for the first time that I could remember, "Oh, I'm sorry. This brooch is quite dear to me-"

"I understand," he said quickly, smiling comfortingly before looking away.

I placed the basket on the table and he gazed at it curiously, "I have a flask of miruvor," I took the flask out and placed it on the table, "A bundle of wheat," I took the wheat, tied together with a scrap of ribbon, and placed it next to the miruvor, "Potatoes, and strawberries." I took a handful of strawberries and a potato out. "I have a bottle of red wine and some corn, also." I placed the rather large bottle of wine and two ears of corn on the table.

He smiled, "That shall suffice."

"Hannon le," I said, taking the basket and placing the necklace inside it before walking outside. I mounted atop Lómo and rode back home quickly. I dismounted and gathered another, smaller basket and placed the slippers, dress, and necklace in it. I took the brooch from the neck of my cloak and walked to my bedroom.

As I threw my cloak and shoes across the room, I sat on the soft four poster bed and sighed unhappily.

The brooch itself was beautiful. It seemed to capture the essence of the Elanor flowers- five, pointed petals- golden. I didn't think that it was made from gold, rather something else- it was far too hard to be gold, and it was not as yellow, rather clear- and it sparkled rather then shone.

I scowled to myself. Why did I care, anyway? I opened the box and threw it inside. I placed the lid back on it and stared at the top. I saw the miniature carving of Imladris seem to move to the meadow that I loved.

Enchanted, I watched as a young elf-maiden sat on the branch of a tree and a little elf walked around underneath her carrying a bow and arrow. The maiden saw him and leaned all the way over to the edge of the branch. The elf prepared his bow and arrow and aimed carefully at a target painted on the tree. The maiden moved even closer to the edge and the elf drew the bowstring back. The maiden bent even further and started to fall and the elf released the bowstring. The small arrow hit the maiden's arm and the elf ran over to him. Her lips moved, and although she said nothing, I spoke with her.

"What are you waiting for- get help, Lencundu!" I whispered along with the maiden. I swallowed the lump that had gathered in my throat and felt tears that threatened to spill- but I didn't want to blink. I watched, still captivated by the moving box, as I saw the elf pick the maiden up and carry her back to the palace- no, I saw Legolas pick me up and carry me back to the palace.

I could hold the tears in no longer and they spilled. I quickly wiped them away and looked back down at the box, but it had returned to the picture of the palace where the meadow was far off and forgotten.

Well, how is that for the start of a sequel- this is for Melissa, Lilena, Norie Ape, and Kaiirei- I'm expecting reviews! Oh, and thanks to Novvilyaiel, who reviewed about the last chapter (I'm guessing...)

Some translations:
Hannon le: thank you
Losto mae: sleep well
Mae govannen: welcome [lit: well-met]

I want at least one review before I update again [just one? *pleads*]