Alright. I hope this chic doesn't mind me saying her fic is frickin' awesome, but I have to say it. Saltwater a mary-sue hater (like me, even though there is some of it in this fic) has the most awesome story, a collection one-shots (even though if it's a collection of them, they ain't one-shots any more…uh, yeah, my bad). You should look into her fics. They rock.

So here me be…

Thanks to Mariette: Yeah, but I didn't think of anywhere else, so I decided to say Gil-Galad's wife was raised in Imladris. Thanks for the mithril flute bit. Try and imagine me making one…Hah, dangerous thought right there…

Thanks lossendholiel greenleaf: Thanks for you support. You've been great! Kudos for you!

Thanks LunaFairy87: Thanks for your kind words. It really mad me gush about how great I am, but then I remembered I ain't great at all. I'm actually a loozer! Hee hee…

Disclaimer: I own nothing of what the man-man( a.k.a. Tolkien) has made. If you haven't gotten it through your thick skull yet then your are…well, thick! (sorry, some in-kept anger seeped onto this computer screen cuz it hates me…I hope you didn't buy that stupid joke, then it wouldn't be a joke anymore…ner hur. I'm certainly a funny one)

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Ch.4

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Anarion woke to see her sister's back. The elder she-Elf was standing at the window, drinking a warm mug of tea and watching Imladris wake. The younger sat up and yawned. Her hair was in tangles, and she knew it was as she yawned again and stretched her stiff legs over the edge of the couch.

She stood and walked, groggily, to her sister's side. Below their window afewdwarves were sharpening their axes, loudly. Clearly they didn't mind if they happened to wake a few Elves from their sleep.

Anarion rubbed her eyes as she looked to her side to see her sister gazing through the steam of her mug, out towards the main courtyard.

"Something wrong?" the younger asked. Anariel smiled, sadly, and her gaze flickered to her sibling.

"The twins are leaving this morning." The depressed smile was still there.

Anarion nearly groaned, but suppressed it as she heard her sister sigh. It was obvious to all who saw, and unfortunately, Anarion was the one who saw it more than anyone: Anariel fancied Elladan.

Now, Anarion loved her sister beyond all, but her older sibling's childish crush of one Elrond's sons was annoying; absolutely, utterly annoying. "But they just returned last night." she said what her sister expected.

"Yes, I know." Anariel replied, sadly. "But they are their father's sons, in that they do what they are told. Elrond used to serve under Ada once. They were dear friends." she drabbled on. Get to the point, sister…"I hope to see them before they leave." Anariel finished; and by them, she meant Elladan.

"Of course." Anarion said, and left it at that.

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The scouts were back. Months ago they had set out, and they were finally returning. The Fellowship had been established long before, as well, and now it was mid December. The Company would leave on the twenty-fifth, and at that time, they would be heading out to destroy the One Ring. It was old news, two months old to be exact.

Elladan and Elrohir's sudden return from the errand Elrond had sent them to take care had thrown Anariel into a fit. She was constantly rushing around fixing her hair. She had abandonedher favorite red gard, and wore simpler dresses of green.

Anarion rarely saw her sister the next week, for the elder she-Elf had skipped their morning ritual of playing instruments together, and instead she rushed off without a word. It had begun to make the younger feeling more melancholy than usual. She wasn't accustomed to having an entire day with out speaking to anyone but herself, and she had found that her harp brought no sympathy to such a plight.

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Anarion had been feeling quite neglected when Elrohir asked to meet her in a garden. Elrond's cheerful son had nearly skipped into the yard when he immediately went to the depressed harpist seated on a bench.

He suddenly yanked the she-Elf to her feet and spun her around, causing her to slap him upside the head to put her backdown. "Ai! I know, I know, nauco!" he cried, but held fast.

"I am no dwarf, orku!" she cried, and boxed his ear again. Finally he set her on her feet, and stepped back. He understand her love and need of personal space over the years he had known her, and even though he occasionally broken that unsaid rule, he still respected it.

"And I am no goblin." he countered, and grinned at her.

"What do you want?" she said quietly, though her friend knew a grouch when he heard one; even if this one never showed enough emotion for a normal person to tell.

"Now why do you have to be so snappy?" Elrohir asked, and sat down on the bench.

"Because I am troubled by Anariel." she replied, softly, afraid she had said too much. Anarion saw the Elf's flash of a smile, and she allowed a small one of her own.

"What do you know?"

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Elrohir had told her to meet him at their table at the Fellowships farewell banquet, so she had nothing to do but agree. The night of the feast came, and she had to go to it alone, for Anariel had left earlier without much more said than, "See you soon."

Anarion entered the large dining hall and found her seat, not drawing any attention to herself. As she watched- without interest- the chatting occupants of the room, she searched for Elrohir. She needn't have, for the Elf appeared from behind, trying to surprise her; he failed.

She never understood how he was the best hunter in Rivendell, for he tip-toed louder than Elf she had everseen. "Good evening." she said, and he sat beside her, dejectedly.

"Another failed attempt to scare you." he muttered.

"Believe me, your face is enough to scare me." Elrohir had always brought out the worst in Anarion, since the first time he had given her a generous hug for no apparent reason. But she loved him like a brother, and she appreciated the occasional release of stress. She didn't mindreleasingiton him, becasuehe was always the best at throwing her mock-barbs right back at her.

"Well, as long as it can scare youaway,I don't mind." he said.

"I'm still here."

"Yes but only until I tell you what I know." Elrohir said, and the she-Elf waited for him to speak. "Elladan has been disappearing since we have gotten back, and he returns late at night and won't tell me where he has been."

Anarion nodded. "The same with Anariel."

"They have been spending time together."

"I gathered." Anarion replied, resisting the urge to sound sarcastic. Elrohir looked past her suddenly and smirked.

"Look."

"Where?" Anarion turned to see Anariel and Elladan in each other's arms, dancing with the other couples. "Oh." she muttered to herself.

"Come on, let's go by them," Elrohir said and he caught her arm. Anarion shook her head, and watched as he smiled an understanding, and he left to speak with his friends who were wavingforhim to come.

Alone, the harpist finally breathed in the warm air and she began to feel lighted headed. She looked down at the table before her to clear her head and spotted someting ofbored-interest.What a clever napkin design.

"Attention," Anarion was drawn from her little napkin, and she looked up to see Elrond, standing in the middle of the room with Elladan and Anariel at his side. No…Not now…I'm not ready…

"Before we begin the feast I have an announcement…"

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Uh, oh. Guess what's gonna happen! (as if it isn't obvious…way ta go me…) I know Anarion was out of character during this chapter with Elrohir, but you have to understand that she only opened up to one person in allher years inImladris, and that was him.

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