Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR. I also don't own Caleniel, Cadunír, Rodwen, Thinedhel, Elvellaswen, Gaenír, or Aearoniell; they belong to Tador and Aearoniell, who have given me permission to use their characters for my own twisted ideas.

Lady Caleniel

By: Mika Saito

Chapter 14- Retribution

Gaenír stared at the two laying on the floor in shock. Stepping into the room, his demeanor surprisingly calm, he slammed the door shut behind him. The sudden loud noise caught their attention and they both looked up, surprised.

"Am I interrupting something?" He asked sarcastically. Caleniel pushed Legolas off her and got up, her mind clearing a little; it cleared enough that she could tell she was in a very bad situation.

"Gaenír, I can explain." She said quickly.

"I don't want to hear your explanation," he said, his demeanor still surprisingly calm.

"Please, this isn't what it seems," she begged.

"I believe it is exactly as it seems," he snarled. She knew he was right, but she had to try to convince him otherwise.

"But it isn't! Legolas helped me back here, and when I tripped he tried to catch me!"

"It doesn't matter." Gaenír told her, bringing his right hand up before him.

"It wasn't her fault." Legolas stepped forward, having recovered from his shock at Gaenír's surprise visit.

"It doesn't matter whose fault it was," Gaenír glared angrily at the two elves, "only that it doesn't happen again."

Aearoniell watched the elves around her suspiciously. Her gaze was constantly wandering, but often it would return to the two she-elves who sat across from her. Elvellaswen, the half-breed servant, and Rodwen, Caleviel's friend and servant, were just as suspicious of her as she was of everyone. She could tell they were suspicious of her from the way they watched her; they were doing a very poor job of hiding the direction of their gaze.

Her gaze was just wandering over Cadunír and Thranduil when she felt it. The wave of angry energy washed over her. She recognized the energy as Gaenír's and was instantly on her feet and heading towards the door. Rodwen and Elvellaswen saw her surprise and her quick departure, and with barely a glance at each other they followed her; trying their hardest to make it look like they weren't following her, or in a rush.

Gandalf calmly watched the three she-elves leave before he turned back to Cadunír and Thranduil.

"I believe something is happening near your daughters room," he commented calmly, almost as if it were an everyday thing to talk about something that involved a couple of very dangerous elves. Cadunír looked up sharply at the comment.

"What do you mean?" He asked.

"A servant was just here a few minutes ago informing Gaenír of a disturbance near Caleniel's room. He left, to check on her I believe, and his companion just left looking quiet surprised and slightly fearful." Cadunir went to stand up, but Thranduil placed a hand gently on his shoulder.

"I'm sure everything is fine. It was probably just an argument. They need to be able to work such things out on their own. I think you can leave it be for now." He glanced at Gandalf for agreement. Gandalf looked doubtful, but nodded anyway.

"Interference isn't needed right now." He agreed. Cadunír, looking quiet put out, sighed resignedly and settled himself back down in his seat.

"Alright." He agreed with another sigh.

Aearoniell began to run the moment she was out of the hall. She had an idea of what was going on. Nothing else could really make Gaenír so angry that his energy could be felt from a distance. It did not help matters any that when he was angry he tended to make bad decisions, so he could be endangering his own plan because of his anger.

Rodwen and Elvellaswen could see Aearoniell's retreating back when they stepped out of the hall and began to run after her. She could have been heading anywhere, and they did not want to risk losing her. They were not surprised when they found that she was leading them to Caleniel's room. They had overheard only a small part of what the servant had said to Gaenír. The part they had heard, coupled with how Gaenír had left soon after, only helped the idea that it had to do with their friend grow.

They turned a corner a few yards behind Aearoniell to find her throwing the door to Caleniel's room open. Light from within the room flooded the hall, and they arrived at the door in time to see Gaenír, with his hand outstretched before him, attack Caleniel.

Caleniel's scream pierced the air as they watched on in horror.