Gandalf and Lord Elrond were on the balcony talking about what is happening about Ayriel and Legolas.

"King Thranduil will not like this. Legolas was to wed a Princess Serena from another planet. I can see that they both care for each other a little more than a friendly relationship," Lord Elrond spoke.

"He knows, my friend, he has foreseen this. Just between you and I, I know who this girl is. She has a past that would even make Sauron tremble. But now is not the time to reveal this to you or Thranduil. What you are seeing between these two Elves is unpreventable. You will see as you witness more," Gandalf informed.

Legolas returned with the clothes that he promised: an Elven dress of lavender, with bell sleeves, and soft boots. He laid them on the bed and escorted her to where she could bathe. Ayriel looked around at this room. The skylights poured in the morning sun, and the windows around the room were all frosted glass save one, where a beautiful waterfall could be seen. The floor was laid with blue tile, the walls carved with ivy and tree designs. In the floor were two small pools. She let the cloak fall from her shoulders and stepped gently into the bigger pool. The water was warm and felt wonderful to her dirtied skin. Her ears picked up a light steps leading away from the pool.

Legolas started to leave when Ayriel spoke to him. "Where are you going off too?"

Legolas stopped in his tracks but did not turn to his back to face her. For this was improper for a gent elf to watch a lady elf bathe.

"To give you privacy and time to think of your past," he replied, still his back to her.

"Do you know why I was being chased? Please tell me what you know," she asked. "No, I have not seen Orcs in our East Forest. Them being here confuses me," he replied.

"I do not think I am of your race of Elves," she sighed.

"I could tell. You sleep with your eyes close, which is rare for any Elf to do. What do you remember?" he asked

"Not much I am afraid. I only know what I found in the archives. But every day my memory is losing what it has stored. My mind is almost rebirthing itself, to make room for new memories," she said as she looked up through the skylight.

"Ayriel, will you permit me to escort you to the banquet tonight?" Legolas stammered.

Ayriel partially turned to face Legolas. She was in a bit of a daze when he spoke to her.

"Hmm? You were speaking?" she whispered.

Legolas, a bit offended by her not paying attention, repeated his previous statement.

"Of course. I would be delighted," she blushed, not expecting him to ask her such a request.

"Glad to hear your acceptance. I will be waiting right outside this room. Do not be alarmed for I will be here in case of trouble," He spoke gently.

Ayriel nodded as he began to depart from her. She sank deeper into the clear water. Her mind was racing with unanswered questions.

"Why am I here? Who am I really? Why do I remember so much of this world?" Ayriel thought hard, her brow creasing. She plucked a strand of hair from her head, and stared at it. The sun glinted of the piece of hair, and the strand shone blue then back to the blonde color. Afraid of what might come of this prodding into her past, she ceased the process for now. She stood out of the water, finished bathing. She pulled Legolas's cloak around her body and moved out from the baths. She lowered her head, her heart raced.

"Did you rediscover any new facts about who you are?" Legolas pondered.

"An odd occurrence happened. I pulled a strand of hair out of my head and in the sunlight; the color glinted blue then back to the blonde. What could this mean?" she sighed.

"Maybe the oracle is trying to notify you of who you used to look like or your past look. Maybe you should look through the old library to see if anyone may resemble this person. We will head up to them after the banquet if you would like," Legolas suggested.

"Yes, I would enjoy that," Ayriel replied, blushing again.

They had reached the room, and she looked up as Legolas held out the dress to her, she clasped the dress in her hands. She watched him shut all the windows or openings and leave the room, closing the curtain behind him. Ayriel lightly stepped over to the bed. She picked up the undergarments and placed them upon her body. The soft silk was a treat to this traveling princess. She then, slipped the dress over her head, laced up the front and back, and then fastened the belt. She pulled on the soft boots and looked around for a brush.

"Legolas, are you still here?" she called.

"Yes, Ayriel, what do you need?" he replied softly.

"Will you enter here please?" she asked.

He pulled back the curtain and slowly reentered the room. Ayriel looked absolutely stunning in that dress. He walked towards her, her hair was a mess, and she bore no tiara or any jewelry for that manner.

"I need a brush, please," she asked.

He held one in his strong hand. He motioned for her to sit down on the bed, so she followed. He sat behind her and began to brush her hair. Her blonde hair was tangled to the extreme but with Legolas's help, the hair was untangled. Her hair was stunningly soft to the touch; Legolas just ran his fingers through her hair. Arwen strode into the room and glimpsed Legolas and Ayriel.

"Ayriel, would you like to borrow my jewelry?" Arwen asked. Ayriel nodded in response.

Arwen clasped Ayriel's hand and ran out of the room with her. Leaving Legolas behind to prepare himself for the banquet. He sulked out of Ayriel's room and to his quarters that he always resided in. His heart still raced as he thought more of Princess Ayriel. She was so familiar and he could not put his finger on this, but this seemed right. After moments deep in thought about this Elven girl, he rose from the soft bed that he was rested upon.

"I do hope that Ayriel will suit in my parents' eyes. I think that I am beginning to love her. If this is the feeling that I am getting," Legolas whispered to himself. "Maybe I am just over thinking my friendship for her."

He strode to the oak dresser in the corner of the soft-lit room. Carefully, he prodded the doors to open, and inside this dresser was Elven clothes for all occasions. He selected a pair of dark blue leggings similar to his woodland attire that he wore in everyday occasions. He also selected a bluish sliver poet's shirt and upon that shirt were embroided ivy vines down the right side of the material. He searched for an Elven silk cape to match his new attire that he was going to wear to the banquet. He had found some sliver jewelry. He carefully picked out sliver earrings that hung below his earlobes. Then he selected an Elvish engagement pendent, which was similar to Arwen's Evenstar. He picked out a few sliver rings with sapphires embedded into the band. Legolas strode over to the mirror, gawked at what he looks like. In Mirkwood, mirrors are rare item to behold.

"I wonder if Ayriel would like my hair down or back like earlier today?" He pondered to himself.

After a few moments staring his crystal blue eyes into the glassy reflection, he decided to allow his hair to flow down. Legolas groped for a brush of some kind, and found an ivory one close to the box wherein he found the present ornaments he was wearing. He brushed the blonde strands until he felt his hair was smooth. Peering into the mirror once more before he departed from his chambers, Legolas thought of who he was to wed and hoped that he could find the perfect match.

Ayriel and Arwen were having a splendid time rummaging through Arwen's jewelry.

"Oh Ayriel, this headdress will match your attire perfectly!" Arwen squealed with approval.

Ayriel grasped the tiara. The crown was made of sliver with adorning tanzanite gems. The sliver pieces bent themselves and intertwined themselves with other pieces. Ayriel glided over to the mirror and placed the crown upon her blonde hair with such grace, Arwen gasped. Ayriel borrowed a pendent that closely resembled the Evenstar. She placed the delicate sliver chain around her petit neck.

"What are you staring at, Arwen?" Ayriel whispered.

"You look like a queen, you really do," Arwen replied softly. "Follow, we are late to this banquet. And I am sure that someone is waiting for you."

Ayriel only glanced at Arwen. Quietly, she followed her lead the way to the banquet hall. Ayriel may be a princess but she had been a prisoner for so long, that she followed the strict guidelines for that occupation. Ayriel was occupied with eyeing the floor that she bumped into someone.