Notes: another chapter and stuff… in this chapter you actually find out the plot and stuff (yay!)… this is most likely a mary-sue so if you don't like them then I guess you'll just have to deal…sorry it took so long to update… a lot has been going lately and I just haven't had time… enjoy!

Disclaimer: same as the last ones…

A large fiery figure as tall as a building rose in front of Ena, its huge flaming sword swinging in the air. She stood in front of it with defiance feeling the heat on her face. They stood in a valley of ruins, a very familiar valley. Charred remains of trees and such scattered around like dead bodies, their souls long gone. The ruins of buildings jutted out of the ground, a memory to the long lost city. A once great kingdom, her real home. She looked back to see Legolas being restrained by Aragorn and Gandalf. She smiled and looked back at her task, unsheathing her sword. Flames sprung from the blade as the power of the fire elf was called. She stood firm in her place and raised the sword above her head…


Ena woke to the sun on her face. She could feel its heat or was that from her dream? Or was it a dream? It had seemed so real. Could it have possibly been a vision? She lay there thinking when Ladwen came bursting into the room.

"I see you've woken already," she said, "I'm supposed to give you this." She handed her an envelope. Ena took it carefully wondering it could possibly be turning it around to find Elrond's seal on the back. She furrowed her brows and broke the seal and read the letter.

Dear Lady Ena,

There will be a meeting at 12 sharp this afternoon in my study. You must be in attendance. It is of great importance. Please don't ask questions, you will soon find out the reason for this.

Sincerely,

Lord Elrond Peredhil

A meeting? What for? 'This is very odd,' she thought, 'could my dream possibly have anything to do with it?' She shrugged it off and got up, stretching.

"I've prepared a bath for you," stated Ladwen.

"Thank you," she replied and headed into the bath area where she quickly stripped off her nightclothes and slipped into the hot water. It smelled of lavender and was very relaxing. She sighed and smiled remembering last night. How could she have forgotten? His warm touch, the feel of him against her body and his soft breath caressing her neck. She finished her bath and wrapped a towel around herself and went back into her room. Ladwen had already laid out a dress for her to wear. It was a forest green with even darker green trim and fitted her figure nicely. She checked herself in the mirror and went down to the dining hall for breakfast.

Legolas lay on his bed dreamily thinking of the night before. She smelled of lavender. He remembered her scent perfectly as if it hung about his room as well as the feel of her heart racing as his body pressed against hers. He had been so close. If it wasn't' for Arwen then… Oh well, what happened, happened, and he couldn't change the past. A tray of tea, biscuits, and fruit sat on a table nearby. He had wished to take breakfast in his room today. Not sure if he could face Ena. A letter from Elrond rested on the tray as well. There was to be a meeting at noon. He said it was important but what was it about? He would have to wait. He got up and poured himself some tea and took a bite out of an apple.

The day went by quickly. There weren't many people in the breakfast hall and she just went to the library to pass the time until noon came around. There she read a musty old book that went on about the happenings of Middle-Earth at the time. Noon came and she gladly put down the book and went to Elrond's study. She knocked on the door and a muffled voice answered.

"Come in."

Inside seated around a large table were Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Merry and Pippin, and Gandalf.

"Please have a seat Ena," stated Elrond, "Now, that you are here we may begin. I've called you all here to discuss a growing threat. A great evil is starting to grow in the mountains near Gondor in a city long forgotten by all except a few." He looked at Ena when he said this.

"What is this threat?" asked Aragorn, clearly concerned for his people.

"It is an evil that has been asleep for many years now but ever since the Dark Lord was destroyed it has awoken. The most powerful of all balrogs of Morgoth. This is no ordinary foe. He has been calling the remaining orcs and uruk-hai to him and any other evil that may be able to aid him. It must be stopped before it is too late."

Ena contemplated these words and averted her gaze to the ground. It could not be. They all sat there in silence for a little while until Legolas spoke, "Where is this lost city?"

Elrond looked at him and then said, "I'm not the one who knows. That question is for Ena to answer." She was afraid of that answer. That was a long time ago during dark times. She didn't want to recall those memories or that day. She continued to stare at the ground when she remembered her dream. The balrog. So it had been true.

Everyone looked at her waiting to see if she would say anything when she finally spoke, "Why do you ask this of me?" She looked up, tears glistening in her eyes. Legolas was shocked and confused. What was wrong?

Gandalf looked at her with kind eyes and said, "You are the only one left and the only one who knows the location of the city."

"But it is that reason I would not wish to return."

"You weren't the only survivor but you're the only one left on Middle-Earth. We need your help. Will you do that much?" Ena looked away and fidgeted with her dress. She knew she had to and there was no way out of this. Legolas watched her nervousness. What was she the only survivor of?

Ena locked her gaze to Gandalf's and said, "I will aid you." Her eyes were glistening with tears. He knew she did not do this willingly.

Aragorn broke the silence and voiced the question everyone was mentally asking, "What do you mean she's the last survivor? Of what?"

"The Elves of Amarurnenlim," stated Gandalf, "A very secret race. They lived in a hidden city for thousands of years before it fell. Ena is the last one of their kind left on Middle Earth."

"So what was so special about these elves?" asked Pippin.

"They're the race of elemental elves."

"I've never heard of them before," said Legolas.

"Few have. They control the element fire, air, earth, and water. But not all the elves control all of the elements. Each one controls a specific element. The fire elf controls fire, water elf controls water, earth elf controls earth, and air elf controls air. It's as simple as that. Being able to control these things gives them special abilities. For example, Ena is a fire and water elf so she controls both. Perhaps you could give them a little demonstration, Ena?" She nodded and put her hand out. A blue flame erupted from the palm and danced about. She made it contort into different shapes and then it went out. They all looked in amazement.

Gandalf smirked, "Being of this race also gives the elf a different appearance. Ena's fiery hair gives away that she's of fire. But her blue eyes contradict that and show she is of water. The earth elves are much similar in appearance to regular elves only darker skin. The air elves almost look even fairer than the noldor with their hair of white gold and eyes of a very light blue. Now, we must leave soon before the darkness grows too large."

"You all have been chosen to go on this quest as well as some of Rivendell's and Lothlorien's best warriors. You will be leaving in a month. I hope you use that time wisely," stated Elrond, "I believe it is already supper time so let us go." They all got up. Ena walked slowly behind everyone and digested this new information slowly. She walked to the dining hall and instead of going in, turned around and went to her room.

Ena glided in and saw Ladwen tidying up, "I will be taking supper in here Ladwen."

"Alright miss, I'll be back in a second," she curtseyed and left the room quickly. Ladwen was back sooner than Ena thought she would be with fruit, rolls, venison, and sweet berry wine. She thanked her and the servant left. It had been a long day and even though she hadn't eaten since breakfast she wasn't that hungry. In fact she felt sick to her stomach. She shoved the food aside and lied down on her bed clutching her tummy and clenched her teeth. The tears began to fall from her eyes as a sob escaped her lips. She lay there for a long time before she finally fell into a restless sleep.