Disclaimer: I own Margaret, Sulwen, and any other OCs.

-!IMPORTANT!- Chapter 6 has been re-done for those of you who have not read it. I originally had an authors note there, but now it is part of the story.

Margaret walked along the stone steps that lead out of the House of Elrond. She made here way through the paths that were alined with flowers. She had discovered a new trail, one that was well used, just the other day.

Passing a large row of cedar bushes, Margaret stepped off the path, and onto a field. The field was enormous, with trees surrounding the outside of it. Many elves were sparring or firing arrows at what Margaret guessed to be targets.

'This must be the practice field,' she thought. Margaret watched in fascination as an elf took aim at a large, wooden circle on the opposite end of the field. He drew back his bow and fired. Margaret could tell that the shot was good, because it landed very close to the center.

As she looked to the elves sparring, she noticed something colorful in the grass. Hope began to rise in her. 'My ribbon!' she thought excitedly, ' I found it!'

It had been two days since the elves of Mirkwood had left, and Margaret wondered if she would ever get the hair piece back. She knew Sulwen would be angry with her if she told her about losing it to that elf. Hair ribbons like the one she had were very expensive in New York. And the ones she wore now did not even seem to match that of New Yorks.

Margaret leaped across the field, heedless of all else, and snatched up the hair ribbon. She observed the way the yellow, pink, and silver threads curved and cris crossed to make a unique and beautiful pattern. The material itself seem to be made of a delicate silk. Margaret sighed contentedly, and clutched it to her. She finally found it.

But the next instant changed. All Margaret heard were a few yells from the practicing elves, and she was thrown to the ground. She felt her face hit the grass, and her hands scrape across small pebbles and stones. Pain laced through her left arm, making it feel as if it were on fire. She felt someone lift the arm, and cried out.

"Margaret," said a voice she recognized, " Youre going to be alright."

Glorfindel looked down at the tiny child in his arms. He had been watching his warriors practice when a shout had caught his attention. One of the warriors had not seen the child until the last minute after lunging to attack his opponent. His opponent had stepped aside to miss the attack, only to have the sword hit Margaret. The wound on her arm was not deep, for the warrior had pulled back when he saw her. The other warrior had just pushed her to the ground, making the sword miss her head, and hit her arm instead.

The said warriors were apologizing profusely, but Glorfindel did not have the time to comfort their guilt. He had to bring Margaret to Elrond. Picking up the small child, he walked quickly to the healing room.

Once inside, Elrond cleaned the cut, and wrapped it in bandages.

" She will be well," Elrond told Glorfindel, " Although it wasnt deep, the sword almost cut to her bone. Her lack of nutrition has thinned her out more than she should be. At least now, she is beginning to gain some weight. However, we must be careful that she does not get hurt again."

" I have no intention of letting her near the practice field. I never did for that matter," Glorfindel told Elrond. He frowned as her tried to figure out why she would be there to begin with. Then he caught sight of something in her hand. Taking it out, he noticed that it was a hair ribbon.

" I wonder why she was holding this?" Glorfindel asked Elrond.

Elrond shrugged, " We will have to wait until she wakes up to find that out. I put her under very strong herbs. It will be a while. "

Glorfindel nodded and sat down in a chair by the bed. He would wait for her to awaken and ask her why she had been out there.

It was a few hours later that Glorfindel found himself talking to a very drowsy Margaret. She had awoken only a few moments ago and inquired what had happened to her. Glorfindel explained that she had been hurt, but would be alright.

"Now, little one, may I ask what you were doing out there?" asked Glorfindel.

Margaret sighed, knowing that this would be hard. She did not want to tell Glorfindel about the embarrassing incident with the elf.

" That elf from Mirkwood took my hair ribbon, and he wouldnt give it back," she explained, " I was so afraid that Sulwen or Elrond would be angry with me for losing it. So I didnt tell. And then I saw it today on the training field, and I was so happy to see it, that I just ran out to get it." Margaret tried to keep back her tears, but it was no use. She was so upset, and so tired. She just wanted to rest.

Glorfindel noted the exhaustion that Margaret was showing. " Alright, penneth, we will discuss this later. Just know that losing the hair ribbon was not your fault. I also want you to promise me that you will never go on the practice field without my or Lord Elronds consent again, alright?"

"Yes Glorfindel," said Margaret with a yawn. It didnt take long before the girl was asleep again.

Penneth- little one

PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE!

A/N: Ok, here is what Im thinking. Im probably going to make this into a series instead of trying to put it into one story, because then it will just get confusing. If I do that, then there will probably be only a chapter or two left to Strawberries and Sugar. Tell me what you think of the idea. Keep in mind that this is not set in stone and could change.

Anyway, review about the idea or if you have any comments. Im not entirely happy with this chapter. Feel free to point out suggestions.

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brownie- Thank you! I trying to keep it as original as possible.Im glad you like it!

elfiehead- Yes, I finally got it fixed! Im glad you are liking this story. I thoughtElronds and Glorfindels reaction should be one of shock or surprise or something along that line. It just seems the only thing anyone would do in that situation.

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