Disclaimer: Finally, welcome Legolas' annoying cousins. Oh, and Elrond makes a visit to his dear daughter. Natila still feels left out and more of the Princesses of Gondor and Arnor are named. Also, for your reference, I have here Milyla's names. To Legolas she is known as "My-lie-la", to her family "Me-lie-la", to Imladris "Me-lay-la", To Elrond and his family "Lady of Wind" , or "Free Sprit", to Aragorn "Testy Half-sister", to Mirkwood "Lady Me-lay-la of Imladris", to Lothlorien "Princess of Half-elvens Me-lay- la", and to all others(With exception) "Lady Me-lay-la of Imladris". From this chapter on, all names other than just different pronunciations of Milyla(Legolas', her family's, Imladris') will be put into effect.*=Elrond and Arwen sometimes call her Me-lie-la instead of Lady of Wind, or Free Sprit. I didn't have this before because I didn't think of it. So, as you can tell, this is gonna get more complicated.

Chapter Four: Meddlesome Family and Some Sibling Rivalry

"Estel! Estel! Please, help me!" Milyla cried out in the middle of the night. Her voice was strong again, and she woke all of Imladris. Elrond and Elrohir were the first to go running, as neither had been asleep, each for his own reason. Elrond reach her room first, as his own was the closest.
"Milyla*" Elrond shook her awake clearly worried about her. Elrohir came next.
"Is she alright Ada?" He had a look of concern on his face, which nowadays did not look out of place. However, to the awaking Milyla it looked scary.
AH! LEGOLAS! ELRO-" Elrond clamped a hand over her mouth, god forbid some part of Imladris or other lands that hadn't woken with her crying out before, wake up now.
"Shhh. Lady of Wind, all is safe, all is cared for. What troubles you?" Elrond removed his hand to allow for Milyla to talk. Also because in her panic she had bit his hand which hurt tremendously. "And what causes you to bite others?"
"I meant no harm Lord Elrond, yet I was in a panic, for the many years I have known Elrohir, he doesn't have a look of concern on his face." Elrond and Milyla laughed, however Elrohir just crossed his arms looking grumpy. "No harm meant to you either Elrohir." Elrond laughed, as did Legolas, making his presence known.
"Perhaps it's just me, but she seems to be showing you the same respect you show to everyone else Elrohir." Elrond said with a smile.
"It's not just you. Elrohir shows respect to none but you, Lord Elrond." Elrohir glared at Legolas as he said this.
"I resent that, Legolas. I'll have you know I also respect Estel, and, well, uh, Eldarion!" Elrohir said at last.
"And how many of them happen to be here right now?"
"HELLO! HAVE YOU TWO FORGOTTEN ME HERE?" yelled Milyla. Legolas and Elrohir turned towards Milyla and blushed. "I thought so."
"Lady of Wind, what was in your dream?" Elrond asked, losing patience with his son and Legolas.
"Well, it began as normal as any other a dream, for me at any rate, with myself falling asleep. But then, my mind seemed to turn back into time, and I relived what I thought had been Estel's death." Milyla took a breath and continued, while Legolas kneeled next to her to hold her hand. "He fell over a mountain side, but then he came back. Then, I was attacked by the people of Gondor, before crying out." She looked nervous, and was sweating heavily.
"Milyla, would this be what you were dreaming of last night?" Legolas asked with sympathy.
"Legolas, I think that would be something to discuss at another time," she replied through clenched teeth.
"No, Legolas, please enlighten us on how you would know what she was dreaming of last night?" said Elrohir. He smirked and Legolas gave him a sharp glare.
"It was nothing. She was just crying last night, and when I came into her room this morning, she told me she had had a bad dream." Elrohir gave him a look that clearly said he didn't believe him. Just then, a yell came from the entrance to Imladris, and Legolas looked at the floor, thoroughly embarrassed.
"LEGOLAS GREENLEAF OF MIRKWOOD! COME OUT HERE NOW!" Elrohir looked out the window to see two blonde elves staring up at him.
"Eowéniel and Celoril! He's up here!"
"Elrohir!"
"They are your cousins Legolas."
"I hate them."
"As does the rest of Imladris, yet we welcome them."
"Only to their faces."
"Would you two shut up? They're coming." Elrond gave a glare to his son and Legolas as the door burst open, and two identical tall blonde blue- eyed elves ran up Legolas, who gave a look that said "Help me" as he became buried under his cousins, who were taller than him.
"Legolas! Oh, how you've grown! Every time we come to Imladris or Mirkwood you are never there." The female elf spoke up. She had softer features than the other one, making that pretty much the only difference in appearance between them.
"Dear cousin Eowéniel! I would love to stay and talk, but Milyla and I-"
"Were just finishing up their talk. I think that's about it, right Legolas?" Milyla gave him a look that said "you haven't seen them in a while, go and hang out with them." He returned it with one that said "I hate them!" "Oh Legolas, go and visit your cousins."
"I was just about to say, Celoril, how have you been holding up?"
"My sister is a nightmare; please explain to me how it seems I am holding up."
"Celoril! How would you like it if Father found out you call me a nightmare? Anyway, you go visit with dear cousin Legolas; I would like to talk to Milyla." Milyla gave a forced smile, while seeming to plead at Legolas with her eyes, who just shook his head, smiled, and walked out the door with Celoril, followed by Elrohir and Elrond.
"Eowéniel, I must go actually. Please, could you leave while I get dressed?"
"Of course!" Eowéniel walked out of the room, Milyla quickly shoved a light blue dress over her head. She heard Eowéniel talking to her outside her bedroom door. Milyla was quick to brush her hair and go out to the balcony. Just her luck, her room was three floors from the ground. Thank the Valar she was an elf. She closed her eyes, took a breath, and jumped. She waited for the landing, but it never came, at least, not a landing onto the hard ground. She heard a crunch, and opened her eyes.
"Elrond! Oh, dear, sorry." She has landed quite ungracefully on top of Elrond. He gave her a weak smile, and hobbled off to where his son sat on one of two horses, laughing at them. "Elrohir! Shut it! Where are you going?"
"Where else my dear, but to Lothlorien. Celeborn has asked us, by request of Galadriel, by request of darling little Sis, to come to Lothlorien to see her. Actually, Galadriel wanted Father to come. Arwen said something about her annoying brother it appears." Elrohir gave a small laugh. "And what are you doing down here, besides jumping off of balconies onto Lords of Imladris?"
"What do you think?"
"Now you see what a horror she is, don't you?"
"Oh yes. Anyway, M'lord, I must be off."
"Off to where?" Elrohir raised his left eyebrow at her.
"I have my place Elrohir. As do you, with your father and sister."
"And at a later time, with my brother and mother. You are right, Free Sprit. I shall take my now pained father and ride to Lothlorien."
"You are the only one left to give us hope Lady of Wind." Elrond said. "Although you can never replace Arwen, and you know that, you give us hope. Maybe you should have been given the name Estel, not Aragorn." They all laughed, and Elrohir and Elrond rode off to Lothlorien, while Milyla continued her journey away from Legolas' cousin.

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"Galadriel, what troubles him?" Natila was clearly concerned as she stood there, beside her sister Galadriel and her brother Eldarion. Faramir was also obviously concerned. As Estel was dieing, Eldarion was beginning to fail at his job of King of Gondor. Eldarion simply looked at the floor, not willing to look at anyone as his sister gave her answer.
"I know not what troubles him, he seems fine to my eye. Maybe he misses Naneth, I do not know. That is what I would assume." Galadriel looked around her. In a line standing before Faramir, Eowyn, Eomer, and Lilth, Arwen's friend, were her, Eldarion, Natila, Kelis, and Galilia. Her three youngest sisters were accompanying the Elves in their homes, caring for them. She sighed to herself, and stared straight ahead again, towards Faramir, who began to pace.
"Princess, with all due respect, I know them very well. If he simply missed Lady Arwen, he would tell you so. It is something else." Lilth had a quiet voice, but in the still room it seemed very loud indeed.
"However, it makes plenty of sense Galadriel would know, as she forbids all of us, with the exception of Eldarion, from ever seeing Ada."
"Natila! How dare you! You must learn to hold your tongue. While you are a princess, you do not get the exact same privileges you do with your parents around, and this includes your mouth." Eowyn, it could be seen, was overly-irritated with Natila, which confused her. Natila was quiet, and right.

Okay, before you start to yell at me for taking too long, I couldn't decide if I wanted to make chapter four and chapter five and possibly chapter six one chapter, or not. I'm not. So shush and keep your flying forks to yourself. Oh, and to my wonderful reviewers:

Roses-and-Rue: ...... 1) There is a reason why. 2) Well, sad as this is to admit, I didn't know that! 3) Once again, there is a reason why. 4) How many daughters did he have than? From everything I've ever read, it just says several. There was no certain number. 5) It's fan fiction. GET OVER IT! 6)... She has a purpose, and it will be revealed. Near the end. And, as an additional note, I never mean to be mean to my reviewers, just pointing out something to this one. crazy4X5-494: I have no idea. But how else do we expect them to get dry? Heavenstar3: Thank you so much!