Notes: thanks for the reviews from the wonderful people… I feel so loved.. I'll try and put more about her people somehow into the story…maybe not in this chapter but other ones… this probably won't be a long chapter… but I hope you like…

Disclaimer: Ditto the first one… and I don't own the song I used either…

Ena sat on her bed lost in thought absent-mindedly playing with her hair while her maid, Ladwen, picked out a dress for her tonight. Ladwen noticed this, "What are thinking about Ena?" At the sound of her voice she came out her thoughts and blushed.

"Nothing," she lied. Ever since that afternoon the Prince of Mirkwood had been on her mind. His smile so clear in her mind. Ladwen glanced at her a little suspiciously and went back to deciding between a couple of the dresses. Ena picked up the songbook and read the song she had picked over and over again until it was engraved into her mind.

"Alright miss," said Ladwen as she held up a beautiful light purple dress with slit sleeves that fit around the waist and flowed elegantly to the floor. Ena smiled sadly, she loved that color, it reminded her of her mother. She took it and went into her bathroom and slipped on the dress. When she came out Ladwen sighed.

"You look lovely as usual Ena, I love dressing you up," Ena laughed. She knew quite well how much Ladwen liked to dress her up especially for things like this. "Now sit down while I fix up your hair." She sat in front of her mirror and let her have a go at whatever she was going to do. Time passed and Ladwen finally decided to just braid her hair in pigtails and then put them in a crown or wreath around her head. It actually appeared quite nice. Ena thanked her and left to the feast.

Legolas paced his room thinking about the young maiden he had just met. She didn't look like an ordinary elf. He had never seen one with red hair before. He had wanted to know more but Aragorn pulled him away before he could ask anything. Darn him. Maybe he would see her tonight. Of course he would, she was practically Arwen's sister. 'The feast!' he realized. He hadn't even begun dressing and it would begin soon. He quickly rummaged through his clothes and found his silver colored tunic and put it on. After a quick look in the mirror to make sure he was presentable he rushed out the door to the great dining hall.

The hall was decorated lavishly for the arrival of the guests and the tables filled to capacity with food. Not everyone was there yet. Elrond sat at the head table with Aragorn on his right and Elrohir and Elladan on his left. Arwen was next to Aragorn and an empty seat next to her. Quickly before anyone else did Ena made her way to the seat and sat down.

"Good Evening Ena," said Arwen. Aragorn looked around his wife and waved at the newcomer. She waved back and looked around to see who was here. The hobbits that she had met earlier were talking to Gandalf and the Mirkwood elves were here. But she didn't see the prince. She was about to ask Arwen if he was coming when he rushed into the hall just as everybody started taking their seats. He took his, in all places, across from her. Ena stared at him and he saw her and smiled. She looked away embarrassed.

The feast commenced and she conversed with Arwen a couple times and tried to avoid making looking at Legolas. A couple times she caught him staring at her and this unnerved her slightly. She hated when people stared at her. She felt so conscious of herself when they did.

Legolas seemed completely unaware of how uncomfortable he made her. He kept looking at her and sometimes would stare. Her hair was a fiery red like flames but her eyes contrasted completely with a deep ocean blue much like his own. He was so captivated that he hardly noticed when Elrond directed everyone to the Hall of Fire where there would be music, stories, and singing.

Ena was relieved when Elrond moved everyone to the Hall of Fire. She just wanted to sing and go to bed. It had been a very tiring day. She walked over there in silence trying to avoid Legolas. She didn't know why. The hall was peaceful and everyone sat around telling stories. Soft music played and it calmed her soul.

"Ena, come here," called Elrond. She walked over obligingly, "You were going to sing us a song, were you not?"

"Yes, of course," she replied.

"Then why don't you." She nodded her head and stood at the front of the hall. The elves quieted knowing what was happening. Arwen stood at the back with Aragorn and Legolas as they waited for her to begin. She began to sing and the hall filled with her song:

O for a voice like thunder, and a tongue
To drown the throat of war! - When the senses
Are shaken, and the soul is driven to madness,
Who can stand? When the souls of the oppressed
Fight in the troubled air that rages, who can stand?
When the whirlwind of fury comes from the
Throne of god, when the frowns of his countenance
Drive the nations together, who can stand?
When Sin claps his broad wings over the battle,
And sails rejoicing in the flood of Death;
When souls are torn to everlasting fire,
And fiends of Hell rejoice upon the slain.
O who can stand? O who hath caused this?

O who can answer at the throne of God?
The Kings and Nobles of the Land have done it!
Hear it not, Heaven, thy Ministers have done it!

(LULLABY
Lyrics by William Blake, music by Loreena McKennitt)

When she was finished everyone was silent at the sad and beautiful tale and then applauded. She smiled weakly and quickly left. Legolas watched her leave and quickly followed. The moon was barely a sliver but you could still see if you were an elf. The air was calm and a small breeze moved the leaves. Ena made her way to the garden unaware of the male elf close behind. She found her favorite spot near an old oak tree. She walked up to the tree and put her hand on it feeling its comforting warmth and closed her eyes. Whenever she felt overwhelmed she came here. This tree had always helped her feel better, ever since she arrived here those hundreds of years ago. A leaf crunched and she turned around to see Legolas standing there.

"Sorry if I have frightened you, milady," he apologized quickly.

"No, it's quite alright. I just didn't think I'd see anyone out here."

"Well I saw you leave early and was wondering if everything was alright. You sang beautifully tonight."

"Thank you," she blushed, her heart was beating faster like earlier. He looked even more handsome at night in what little moonlight there was.

"I've never seen an elf with red hair before," he said curiously.

Ena laughed, "Then I supposed you've never met an elemental elf."

"A what?"

"That's what I thought."

"Tell me more about your people."

"Only if you can catch me," she smirked and ran off. Legolas stood there for a second not realizing what was going on and then took off after her. Ena ran through the gardens laughing. The air felt nice and cool against her skin. She got to another oak tree and started to climb, her dress hindering her slightly. Legolas was close behind and started up after her. She reached the top branch and he got there only a second later.

"I've got you," he said triumphantly.

"Not quite," she said and leaped out of the tree landing softly on the ground. She did not notice Legolas had done the same and was standing behind her and he grabbed her. She shrieked and fought to get away and they both tumbled to the ground and rolled down a small hill laughing. They stopped and Legolas ended up on top of her, his face very close to hers. The laughing stopped and she held her breath. Was he going to? He looked into her eyes and moved closer. She could his breath on her neck. The air between them grew tense. So close….

"Ena!" yelled Arwen from a distance. They both bolted upright and Legolas got off her. Ena quickly ran to where she thought Arwen would be. Legolas watched her leave, his heart pounding in his chest. He was so close.

"There you are, I've been looking all over for you. Father wanted to know why you left so quickly."

"I just needed some fresh air. I think I will retire now though."

"Alright. I will see you tomorrow," she waved her goodbye and Ena ran off her to her chambers.

Did that really almost happen? The Prince of Mirkwood was going to kiss her? If it wasn't for Arwen then it would've happened. She got ready for bed; she still couldn't believe that night's event. She lay there thinking how good she had felt with his body so close to hers, his warm breath on her neck. She smiled and fell asleep with one last thought, 'almost...'

Notes: well wasn't that different… I guess the chapter was longer than I thought it would be… I hope you liked it… you may express how much you did by reviewing ;)