Wait. It is all that we can do. It has been long since Milyla left, and Rivendell still waits for its child. The nights grow cold without her presence. Arwen has fled from her father and Aragorn to the safety here in Lothlorien. She speaks to none other than myself and Celeborn. Elrohir worries of his sister, as his brother has fallen dead. The earth is no longer safe. Suaron and the dark forces have been destroyed, yet an unknown evil lingers. It has since Milyla left. Since than, all elven kingdoms besides Lothlorien have no safety. Gondor and Arnor are at war, with King Elessar dying. Rohan has forgotten peace, and the Rides fight each other. Elrond is sick, and the heir of Gondor and Arnor has forgotten himself, tending to his father, while the few daughters of Men who have stayed in Minas Tirith tend to their brother, who is becoming sick himself. The youngest three daughters of Men have been thrown to the Elves, with the youngest tending to her grandfather Elrond, and the oldest of these three in Mirkwood, with Legolas and his people. The middle of the three is here, alone, not speaking to even her mother. Only the Shire remains in health of any, yet Frodo Baggins seems to want to escape his home. Every day, more elves and people leave their homes for Lothlorien. Should this evil not be killed, the world shall suffer. The world itself is as cold as the nights. No warmth remains, even here in Lothlorien.

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"It is not a choice, Prince Legolas. If you do not, you have no chance." A tall black-haired gray-eyed elf spoke quietly to another elf. The elf had on long flowing robes, and his gaze seemed to pierce the eyes of the other. Beside him, on the right, sat another elf, identical in appearance, with a somewhat younger look, however.

"Lord Elrond, if it is not a choice, then I must stay. To defy is better than to go and search in vain." Legolas replied in anger. His long blonde hair swayed a little in the wind, and his gray eyes glared back into Elrond's.

"Legolas, it is not in vain in which you search for Milyla, it is in hope." The younger elf next to Elrond stood up to address Legolas. "You know as well as any elf of Imladris that Milyla would do the same, would you be lost. She would search in hope. Why can you not?"

"Elrohir, Milyla has courage beyond the imagination. This should explain her disappearance. She took no warning seriously, unless that which she was warned of proved true. You as well know she took no heed of the thought the Ring was back until the council. Why do you waste your time on things that cannot be recovered?" Legolas asked. Elrond and Elrohir were asking of him something that could not be done.

"Prince Legolas, should you stay, it is the same as if you were to say you care for her no more. Is this the message you wish to send?" Elrond questioned of Legolas.

"It is not. However, I must follow my heart, and my heart tells me she is dead." With that, Legolas walked from Elrond's study, back to his rooms. There he was greeted by Elendil, the youngest of King Elessar's daughters. Elendil had come to Imladris two years ago, two months after Milyla's disappearance. It had been then Lord Elrond had been taken ill, with the news of his son dead, and his daughter fleeing to Lothlorien. Since that time Elendil had cared for him, and all others to enter Imladris. It was no surprise to Legolas to find Elendil waiting for him in his rooms.

"Elendil."

"Legolas." As Elendil rose from Legolas' bed, her long light brown hair fell to the middle of her back, and her blue/gray eyes stared into the gray of Legolas. It seemed to Legolas Elendil had taken the appearance of Milyla, with some changes due to Elendil's parentage. "What is that Lord Elrond asked of you?"

"Nothing more than something that could never be done." Legolas gazed sadly at the floor, as he could not bear to look at Elendil any longer.

"Would this have to do with finding Milyla?" Elendil walked over to him, and being a tad shorter than him, she picked up his face with his finger, bringing his gaze into her own. "What makes you doubt Milyla's being? Milyla is strong, and wise, though she might take warnings lightly. I do not believe Milyla was taken, but that she left, and had she left, she would have done so for a good reason. She would not do anything she thought would kill her, or hurt you."

"Which brings us to the fact she did not leave of her own accord?"

"No it does not. Legolas, why must you be the most stubborn of all the elves? I swear, you are worse than Elrohir, and that is certainly saying something."

"And you are the worst princess of Men, and that it also saying something considering how Elenty is a prat."

"What does that matter? I am amazed you just figured out that Elenty is a prat." Elendil turned red at Legolas' mention of her sister. It was true, Elenty was a prat, yet she was also the eldest of the three princesses who had been sent to the Elves, which did in a way explain why Legolas had been so eager to leave Mirkwood. "Tell me, Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, how is my sister at caring for elves?"

"Very badly. Unless she stops trying to help us, we are all going to die, and only the elves of Imladris and Lothlorien will remain." Legolas and Elendil laughed.

~*~*~*~*~

"Undomiel, safe is Lothlorien, however, you have a duty to Elessar." Arwen could hear the voice of her grandmother Galadriel ringing in her head.

"Grandmother, please. Since Milyla left, the world is in pain. I must stay here."

"As you wish Undomiel. But remember, it would help Elessar more to return."