Disclamer: I don't own Legolas but I do own everyone else. Set before the War of the Ring which is why there aren't many references to LOTR in this story. Two girls, Leila and Shí disguise themselves as men and join the army. It's an elvish sort of Mulan with two heroines. Shí/Ahora. Legolas/Leila. (For once none of the characters are based on me!) The original version of this story was a swap story between me and my mate Liz. Ada means father and Nana mother.

The way I'm doing the elves ages is that 500 is the equivalent of a 5 year old so 1500 is a 15 year old. Basically minus the 2 0's and you got the age they look like. And I'm having it that they stop growing at 2000 or 20 so that's why they always look so young. Got it?

To all those who flamed about Éowyn already doing this...she is a human! These are elves. Éowyn fought in one battle, these two fight in lots and train for years. If you notice the whole of the elven army is male so I thought this fitted. Éowyn may do the same but this is set a long time before Return of the King OK? I know Éowyn is a cool character, one of my favourites actually but this is totally different to her. One small note which had been pointed out to me, the reason the girls have joined the army is explained later on because I know it says they wasn't girl power basically but later on it is explained why girl power is so important to them.

This is dedicated to Liz who helped me start it and has told me in person that she loves the fight scenes and ended up cheering out when she was reading it (causing her parents to look at her).

Thanks to whoever it was that informed me about the kids name problem. This Tinw is supposed to say T-I-N-W-E but the e has 2 dots over it but it doesn't work sometimes.

This contains FemSLASH ok?

One more note, I said earlier about the age equivalent things thing. Well with baby's they learn to speak after about 10 years but in reality they looked about 1, this scares allot of humans. Sorry if this is confusing.

Hidden Identity

Chapter 25, Sindadil the Second

"Ouch...oh...pain...ow..." Shí continually muttered as she walked her horse to the stream. They'd ridden 5 hours strait but the horses and men needed refreshment so they had decided for an hours break. Shí's legs were killing her. 'So this is why most women ride side saddled.'

"Gaalin! Stop complaining and come and help me cook!" Dallas snapped laughing as 'Gaalin' tied his horse to a tree near the stream and shuffled over to them. They were cooking some rodent they had shot and Shí didn't want to ask what it was. Once it was cooked they ate it quickly, flinching at the slightly burnt taste.

"You really need to take cooking lessons" Dagon said to Dallas as he frowned at his portion.

"Theres nothing wrong with my cooking!"

"Other than burning it to a cinder?"

"It is not burned to a cinder!" Shí laughed quietly and pulled out one of her knives and her sharpening stone. The other 2 looked at him.

"Gaalin, how many times do you need to sharpen those?" Dagon asked.

"What do you mean?" Shí asked, not realising she did them all the time.

"Every time we sit down, you start sharpening your blades. They must be sharper than anyone else's in the whole of middle earth!" Dagon exclaimed. Shí thought back and realised they were right.

"Wow, I do sharpen them allot don't I. Must just be a habit."

"An annoying one." Shí glared at him and threw the sharpening stone at his head. She then sheathed the weapon and sat twiddling her thumbs while the others talked, only catching snippets of different conversations.

"When I meet a girl I look at her eyes first..."

"I've never fought in battle before..."

"I look at her bum..."

"Back home I would have been sharpening arrow heads that had come out of the forge..."

"I like a girl to have big tits..." This caused her to look down at her own cheast, binded as flat as it could be considering their enormous size, but they still made the shirt hang out slightly causing her to seem fat or muscled, she hoped people thought the latter. She was so deep in thought she didn't realise she was being called by someone until Dagon pushed her.

"The Prince want's you" he said, pointing to where Legolas was beckoning to Shí. She quickly jumped up and walked to her Prince.

"Sorry Highness, I was...distracted" Shí said.

"I noticed, I was wondering it...well, before we left, had you heard...I mean..." Legolas stuttered.

"Leila's letter arrived 2 days ago. She's fine and happy and..." here Shí faltered. She could see it plain as day that Legolas secretly adored Leila. Shí couldn't...wouldn't tell her about Leila and Elrohir.

"What?" Legolas asked, having caught the slip.

"She's got good friends, everyone likes her" Shí mumbled.

"What are you not telling me?" Legolas asked. Shí looked back towards the camp. "She's got a lover hasn't she."

"I wouldn't go that far...well, sorta" Shí said. Legolas growled angrily and threw his dagger into a tree, rather close to Shí's head. "Hey! Don't shoot the messenger!" Legolas mumbled an apology and stalked off. Shí breathed a sigh of relief and went back to the other warriors.

"Why did he throw a dagger at you?" Dagon asked.

"Bad news" Shí mumbled. Most of the others were settling down to sleep but their little group was on the first watch.

"What about?" Dallas asked. He was busying fixing one of the fletching's of his arrows so didn't look up.

"Leila, what else?" Shí asked wryly. The men gave an oh of acknowledgement, Legolas was always touchy wherever Leila was concerned.

Leila flinched as the new baby reminded her yet again that it was still there as she tried to sleep. To put it frankly it wasn't working. She grumbled as she slipped out of bed, wearing only her thin silk night-gown and walked out onto the balcony, holding her heavily bloated stomach. The wind blew gently around her, catching in her once again growing hair and pressing her dress tightly against her body. She suddenly had a strange feeling of liquid travelling down her legs and gasped in shock as her first contraction happened. The baby was 2 weeks early.

"Ah" she gasped as a different pain filled her body, nearly causing her legs to buckle. Something was different to when Tinw was born, worse it felt like something was wrong. She scrambled towards the door and opened it with shaking hands, she was so scared. She made her way slowly towards the healing halls, contractions causing her to stop to wait for it to pass. When she arrived there the healer's didn't even ask what was wrong with her but sent for Lord Elrond and lay her on the bed.

When he arrived she was screaming with pain. It was so much worse than before and she was being held down by 2 other healer's. Elrond rushed to her side and placed a soothing hand on her hot cheek before checking the baby. He frowned and checked again, building to Leila's worry.

"Her baby has not turned and is 2 week's premature Lind" he said quietly to the only other woman present. "Fetch me my sleeping herbs and what I will need for a caesarean" he ordered before moving to soothe Leila who was breathing in short gasping breaths.

"What's wrong?" she asked, fear evident in her trembling voice.

"As you've no doubt noticed your baby is early, but it has also not turned meaning it is not ready to be born" at this Leila gave a pitiful sob as pain overwhelmed her. "Do not fear though, I will do all I can to take the pain away" he said kindly as Lind returned. "Please prepare a strong knock-out potion for Leila" he ordered her, still stroking Leila's hair gently. Tears were leaking from Leila's eyes of both fear and pain.

"My lord" Lind said quietly, holding out a mug of liquid.

"Here we go Leila, this will take the pain away" Elrond said, pressing the cup to her lips. She drank slowly and soon the potion took effect and she tumbled into a pain free void of sleep.

"Is she alright?" Arwen asked worriedly when she entered the next morning, having just heard the news. Elrond was seated next to Leila's bed holding a small bundle of cloth in his arms.

"She is unconscious" Elrond said to his worried daughter. Arwen was carrying Tinw who reached for his mother when he saw her.

"No no, she needs rest little one" Arwen said to the 1 year old baby. "Is it a girl or a boy?" she asked her father.

"A boy, too frail to be left out of the sight of healer's for a while though. We had to do a caesarean because he decided not to turn properly" he said smiling at the baby in his arms. Arwen looked at the tiny little face hidden partially by blanket's and smiled.

"He look's like Leila" she said smiling.

"He does doesn't he" Elrond agreed. They were interrupted by a quiet grown from the bed. Leila blinked a few times, trying to get her eyes to focus. When they did she saw Arwen holding Tinw and Elrond holding a small baby, her baby. She reached out her hand, feeling very weak and Elrond gently put the baby on his mother's cheast. Leila noted that she was naked under the blanket and her stomach felt...funny.

"What happened?" she asked, her voice raw from the screaming she had done.

"Your baby didn't turn so we were forced to...well help. You'll have a scar on you stomach to prove it" Elrond said kindly. "He'll need supervision until he's a little healthier. What would you like to call him?"

"Sindadil, after my brother" Leila said, gently touching the pale blonde strands on her baby's head.

"He looks like you" Arwen said.

"Poor him" Leila said laughing quietly.

A/N There we go, the second birth of this story but not the last. Just so you know all those of you who keep saying Leila and Elrohir should get together they do (with consequences) but I'm afraid for the already partially written sequel to work she must marry Legolas. That will not be for quite a while though.