"Father?"

Legolas turned at the sound of Edhelwen's voice. She stood by the door, carrying a tray of food. Her earth brown eyes, so like her mother's, looked worriedly at him as she said, "Your dinner is here."

He nodded silently from his place on the edge of his bed, "Just place it on the table, Edhel. I shall eat later."

She stared at her father, "I think you should eat this now, Father. You haven't eaten for days. I fear that you would weaken by the time Mother returns to us."

"I probably will, girl." Legolas said, as he continued to stare into space, "And maybe I should… I have sinned terribly against your mother, and I fear her forgiveness could not be easily achieved."

Edhelwen walked to stand beside her father, "Of course, she'll forgive you. You heard what Auntie Eowyn had said. I know somewhere Mother is very worried of you. And besides, if she could forgive Grandfather, I'm sure she could forgive you."

"And you?" He asked as he looked up at his daughter, "Have I gotten your forgiveness as well?"

She sighed, "I will not say that I hadn't been upset with you… for I am… until now." She said truthfully, and Legolas' eyes watered a bit. "But I will say that I have forgiven you a bit, now that I know the truth. But, I just want to know… why have you changed so much, Father?"

Legolas looked at his daughter, before smiling sadly and patting the place beside him. Edhelwen sat beside him and he put his arm around her, "Sometimes, my girl, Eru gives us a forked path… and it is up to us to decide with path we should take. And sometimes, deciding could be rather hard, for it could lead to a greater good, or an utter ruin." He kissed the top of her dark head as he continued, "It might not make much sense now, but when your years have passed you by, you will face the same path. And I hope that you would choose the path of greater good."

Edhelwen smiled up at her father, "Yes… I may not understand it now… but I also have a feeling that I'll understand it when the time comes."

Her father smiled proudly at her, "You are just like your mother… you and Ranthoron. Sometimes, I wonder what you two have gotten from me… aside from Ranthoron's looks, of course."

At this, Edhelwen laughed, "I think we had gotten your persistence, Father."

"Persistence… or hard-headedness?"

Legolas and his daughter laughed, but as their laughter died down, Edhelwen sighed as she asked, "How do you think Mother and Ranthoron are doing, Father?"

"I'm pretty sure they are alright." He said, "My heart tells me they are fine…"

Edhelwen smiled as she embraced her father, "Yes, I think so too."