Author's Note-Things are going to get really steamy later in this chapter so be warned. (But it's not that graphic).

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Legolas and Elrohir ran outside, laughing. The Mirkwood prince soon ran after the twin and was soon being outran.

"You'll never catch me!" cried Elrohir.

"Oh, I have caught you before! In several traps that my sister and I set up for you and your brother," Legolas told him.

"Well, now you're not going to catch me," Elrohir said as he stopped and faced the Mirkwood elf.

The two soon fell to the ground in a wrestling match. They tumbled around a bit before Legolas was soon pinned to the ground.

"Legolas, don't you wish you had a brother that you could do this with?" wondered Elrohir.

"Sometimes but I am glad I have Nanaylia. I wouldn't trade her for all of Middle-Earth. We have this bond that I cannot explain," Legolas replied as the two stopped and laid on the ground.

They laid on their backs, looking up at the sky. Elrohir sighed before glancing over at Legolas.

"Do you think it would be similar to the bond my brother and I have?" wondered Elrohir.

"I believe so but I would not be certain of how much more or less of a bond it is. We feel so close. I miss my mother. I wish she were still here. I've always thought that maybe she had some answers to questions I have," Legolas told him.

Elroihr had to start wondering about that and a few other things. He knew that Legolas and Nanaylia missed their mother a lot. Especially since she died when they were quite young. He also had some questions and he wasn't sure who had the answers.

'There is so many questions and it seems like no one has the answers. At least I do not know of anyone knowing the answers. Maybe someone does know or even suspects something and they just aren't telling anyone. I wonder if there is such a person? I feel there is... somewhere,' Elrohir thought to himself.

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Galadriel watched Legolas and Elrohir through one of the windows. She took her hand from the curtain and it fell back into place in front of the window. Thranduil and Celeborn were standing behind her, watching and wondering.

"We were lucky. The guard arrived just in time and Nanaylia, again, did not lose her innocence. I first thought she might have lost it over the centuries she was gone but she didn't. Now, I am certain she will choose when she allows a man to be intimate with her," Galadriel murmured.

Thranduil nodded as he walked over to her. Celeborn also walked over.

"I can tell you that Elrond is not going to be happy once he finds out about what happened here," Celeborn told her. "But it seems that whenever the children go about doing something like this, someone always gets hurt. It never fails."

"Of course he would. Two of his children were nearly taken as slaves by a group of men trespassing into Elvish territory and it was not even for good intentions either," Thranduil agreed. "I would be the same way if my children were at Imladris and they were nearly taken as slaves by people wandering onto their land."

Celeborn and Galadriel glanced at him before she looked back out the window at Legolas and Elrohir.

'I have so many questions. I never had a chance to ask one and the other is dead. Or is he? I do not understand this,' Galadriel thought to herself as she looked closer at Legolas.

She narrowed his eyes as she looked at him even longer. She watched him do what he was doing before turning her head away slightly.

'Maybe they will be explained in time in another manner? Something about Manlin never did make sense. Just something about his personality and abilities. I would like to know what it is. Is he truly dead as everyone says he is? Did Legolas really kill him?' Galadriel said to herself. 'I know there's someone who knows and for some strange feeling, I know that that this someone is in Middle-Earth. Who could it be?'

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Nanaylia walked down the hall and she came to a room. She knocked on the door and heard a 'come in'. She walked inside to look at Elladan sitting on the bed, reading a book. They smiled at each other as he placed the book on the nighttable beside the bed.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him as she walked up to the bed.

She sat next to him as she placed a hand on his arm. He looked at her do so before staring into her eyes.

"I am doing well after these few days of rest. Where is your brother and mine?" he asked.

"Outside. I think they're trying to best each other before they're even fully healed. I am not surprised with this," she replied before standing up and walking over to the window. "You know how well those two get along. You know how their relationship is. Best of friends until there's a 'war' between them."

Elladan couldn't help but laugh at the statement. He knew she spoke the truth.

"Of course. They'll never learn. We will never learn because I feel it's the same between us," agreed Elladan. "But I feel we will always have those wars between us, no matter what age we are. That is, if no one is unexpectedly 'killed'. I really wish I didn't hear what your father told me that day. I couldn't take it at first. I thought it was a sick dream. Even after centuries, I still couldn't believe it and I didn't want to. When you returned, we all thought it was a miracle. It was like you came back from the dead."

"I know," she said. "It felt like I came back from the dead as well. All those centuries, away from my family and friends, I felt dead. You will never know the horror I went through during my time in the 'Dark Forest'. You will never understand. I felt so dead under their influence."

"I know I won't understand completely but I will to understand if you explain at least a little to me," Elladan told her, almost wanting to get out of the bed to go to her.

"Pain. All I can remember is the pain. At first, after I took the drink from them with the dust in it, there was pain. Transforming into one of them. It was a slow process that didn't start right away. It did not begin until several days later. After the transformation, I was very rebellious. They broke me down so I would obey them. I still have some faint scars from it. I still cannot believe how they name their young, which is how they gave me my gargoyle name."

"And how is that?" wondered Elladan.

"Part of their naming is dealing with plants and trees. Sometimes animals. The other part derives from names long ago. Believe it or not, they do remember their history," explained Nanaylia. "As you might have already figured out, my gargoyle name is a variation on a flower."

"I have a question for you," he asked her, heading off topic.

"What is it?" she wondered.

"Elrohir and I saw you at the pond. I could swear the two of you were wearing nothing, then you were. How did you do that?" Elladan had to ask.

"The magic that now flows through my veins. That is how. That is all you need to know. Having this capability is as much of a curse as it is a gift in my opinion," Nanaylia replied. "Respected in one sense and shunned in another. I do not like it and I do not wish it upon another."

Nanaylia nodded as she took notice of the two elves outside. She lowered her head as her brother and Elrohir began an archery contest. She could even hear them arguing on who was going to win.

"Why aren't you with them?" wondered Elladan, a knowing smile across his face.

"If I were out with them, I would not have time to spend with you," she replied before she headed back to the bed and sat down again.

She moved her hand to his leg and gently caressed his injured thigh. She looked at his bare chest, her eyes soon coming to the shoulder injury he suffered. It was still a bit painful for him to put clothes so he never bothered to put any on unless he absolutely needed to. He didn't mind except for when things became real personal. It was then that Elladan noticed that the female elf sitting on the bed next to him was wearing a robe around her.

"Nanaylia," he gasped.

Before he could say anything else, his mouth was covered by a pair of lips. He found himself enjoying the kiss he was having with Nanaylia. He placed a hand behind her head, deepening the kiss. She accepted his advances. She soon broke the kiss and moved so that she was hovering over Elladan in the bed, her legs on either side of him. They kissed each other again.

"Nanaylia, I would like to..." he started, barely moving his lips away from hers.

"Hush," she said. "And it will come to those who wait."

Elladan placed his hands on her hips as they stared at each other. She placed her hands on the front of the robe and gave him a somewhat sly look. He wondered what she was going to do but it was soon answered when she opened the robe, revealing herself to him. He stared at her fair skin in amazement as the robe hung from her body. He lifted his hand and placed it on her neck. He heard her gasp slightly as he moved his hand onto her shoulder.

"What's wrong?" he asked her.

"I'll never forgive you for when you shot an arrow through that shoulder all those years ago. Sometimes when I think about it, I can still feel the pain coursing through me. If Aragorn hadn't found me, I would have died within a short time," she explained. "I still have a faint scar from that. It appears any scars I received while as a gargoyle remain while I am in elf form."

"That was 15 years ago. But you are still beautiful to me, no matter how many scars you have," he murmured to her as he leaned in to kiss her, his hand moving back behind her neck.

He could that she was enjoying his touch as much as he enjoyed hers. The kiss soon left her mouth and began to head down to her neck. She groaned at the touch as he still cradled her.

"So are you. At least what I can see of you," she told him.

"I will show you more but all within time. A short time if you will allow it," he said with a laugh.

She moved enough so that he could move the blanket down a bit from his body. She glanced down at him.

"You are beautiful," she said before kissing him again.

"Are you ready for me?" he asked her, his voice becoming filled with anticipation.

"I am," she replied, only wanting at that moment was to touch him.

"If I begin to hurt you, don't be afraid to tell me," he told her.

"I won't be afraid," she replied as he took a hold of her hips.

"Do you think it's really fair? I'm sitting here injured and we're about to do something strenuous," he asked her.

"I know," she said. "What's wrong? Shall I leave?" she asked him, reaching for the robe.

Elladan grabbed her wrists and they looked at each other. He shook his head in reply.

"No, don't go. I would like to continue, if you'd let me," Elladan replied.

Nanaylia smiled before they continued on. She bit her lip at the inital discomfort but they both embraced the feeling of being together as they kissed each other again.

The End.

Author's Note-That's it for this story. Sappy ending but I suppose that some people's suspicions are now confirmed. (There are some hints in my other stories). Thanks to everyone who's reveiwed. They mean a lot to me. I've got a story in the works and it's called 'Dangerous Instincts'. It occurs during 'Fellowship of the Ring'.