Someone please r&r! I'm disparate!

Hanariel took Legolas and Arod across the mountains for several days until they came to a clearing in the hills. Legolas couldn't belive his eyes when he saw what he did, a white city that was even more beautiful than Minas Tirith in Gondor. It had towers higher than mountains and a stone wall surrounding it.

"Usually you can't see it at all," Hanariel said.

Legolas gasped. "You can't? Why not?" His blue eyes darted nervous around.

"Magic," she explained.

"Oh." Legolas looked skeptically around.

"Let's go into the city. It is called Eritlen, Refuge of Light. I work for the ruler."

"Do all of your kind look like you do? I mean with the white and blue hair?"

Skeptically raising her eyebrow, she said, "Of course. We all look rather similar. Don't your kind?"

Legolas shrugged. "Yes, we do. But we look more common place."

With a laugh Hanariel said, "What is common for you might not be common for me."

Arod snorted in agreement and Legolas smiled at this wisdom. "True."

Later that day they were allowed access to the great city. Elves there were all beautiful there with white hair and blue highlights. Their blue eyes pierced Legolas as he walked through because they were unused to seeing an elf such as himself with long blonde hair and sky blue eyes. Hanariel led the prince up to the top layer of the city which was set up rather like Gondor's with the throne room at the top.

Hanariel dropped him off at a room. "Here is your room for the night, Prince Legolas. I shall tell the king of your coming. Good night. Take rest. I shall see to Arod."

Legolas nodded and studied the room. It was covered in blue paint and had a white bed in the middle. A snowflake decorated vanity was by the bathroom and a soft blue set of drawers was on the other side of the room. It was beautiful. He took a bath and went right to sleep, sound and happy.

Hanariel reflected on her visitor as she went to her own room. He was not bad looking for an elf from Mirkwood, she decided but he did save her life so she owed him big time. She would take him to the king but first she must change. Washing herself, she braided up her long hair and made a half pony tail on the top. Her dirty pants were taken away and she put on a long snow white dress with crystal embroidery on the sleeves and hem in the pattern of snow flakes and tundra animals. Last of all she put on a crystal crown that covered her head, a symbol of elven royalty. She sighed, went down the hall, and entered the king's room.

The king smiled at her. He was an old man with snow white hair and pale cheeks and sat upon his throne with an air of sadness but that vanished once Hanariel entered the room. "My lady, how are you?" he cried. "What happned to you?"

"I was captured by snow orcs. I am so sorry, father! My escort couldn't fight them off and I was taken. They tried to get me to tell the location of the city and nearly raped me when I didn't but the Prince of Mirkwood rescued me." She said.

"Hanariel!" the king was unhappy about this. "That is it! No more traveling alone in the wilderness. A lady like you shouldn't be doing so."

"yes, father," she pretend to agree.

The king changed the subject. "So Legolas of Mirkwood rescued you, eh?? He must have a damn good reason for coming up this way." And he laughed long. "Does he know you are a princess?"

"No father. I shall not tell him."

"Very well. Go fetch him."

"Yes, father."