Elladan was woken the next morning by the sound of someone digging through his closet.

"Arwen what on Arda are you doing?" he asked. She didn't turn around, but burrowed father into his closet, pulling out triumphantly.

"What does it look like I am doing?"

"Getting out my leggings from when I was...400 years old!"

"Exactly," she smiled, brushing hair out of her face and grinning at him.

"Yes, so why are you doing this?"

"Well, Bridget does not like dresses, so I thought to give her some of your old leggings..." Elladan groaned.

"She has lessons with Erestor this morning," Arwen continued conversationally.

"That's nice."

"Well, are you planning on staying with her to help? Estel can't, and she is more comfortable around you then me."

"All right."

"Gee, you sound so very enthusiastic, Valar Elladan, do you ever clean out your closet!" she held up a wine soiled robe distastefully.

"No, Arwen I know this is hard for you to understand, but normal elves do this thing called sleeping…." He stopped talking when he realized she wasn't paying attention, she continued to ramble on.

"So, I was thinking after her lessons, they should end around lunch, we could all go riding. It has been a while since I have beaten you."

"Arwen."

"And Estel should come too."

"Arwen."

"I would like to ride Cellos, it has been a while…"

"ARWEN!"

"Yes muindor nin?" she replied innocently.

"Sisters," Elladan grumbled, sitting up and preparing himself for another long, one-sided conversation.

Bridget stared at the dress she was supposed to wear. Well, more accurately

She glared at it. It was an atrocious thing as far as she was concerned, which meant it was very pretty. But Bridget hadn't worn a dress since her 7th birthday; at weddings she wore a nice pants-suit type thing. The dress was long and pale green, very silky, and Bridget was quite certain it would look lovely on a goddess. However, she was not a goddess. She was debating about throwing it out the window when Arwen came in. Through hand gestures Bridget was able to decipher that the tunics were Arwen's, and the leggings belonged to one of the twins. With a gracious smile and nod she left Arwen, who seemed capable of coordinating half-decent outfits, to pick her clothing out. In the end she had on a green tunic and grey leggings, sighing happily she slipped out of her room, following Arwen. She was led to what appeared to be the library, it was slightly dark, and felt…well….old. High shelves were stacked with books from top to bottom, in smelled of old paper. Bridget liked it. A stately elf with dark robes and near black hair stood by, watching, he smiled at her warmly, putting Bridget at ease. It was Estel who made introductions. He pointed at the dark haired elf.

"Erestor," he said. Then he said something in elvish to the other, and Bridget caught the word Palanél. Erestor nodded and glared at those around him. Elladan stepped into the room.

"Elladan, I would request that I remain for this lesson, I think everyone might distract Palanél."

"Very well Erestor. But Elladan, we call taking her riding then."

"Knowing you you'll drag her into the middle of an orc den."

"Hey!"

"Out! At least give her the chance to understand your argument!" They nodded, all but fleeing the room, and Erestor turned to his student. He began pointing at things and saying their names.

- (())-

"Elrond, people do not come to Middle-earth without reason," Galadriel's voice was soft, yet deep, firm wisdom flowing through it.

"Indeed they do not. But surely she can not save…"

"No, I do not think she is here for that. Something is going to happen, and she will play a part in it. Elrond, do not get attached to her, she will not be like Estel. She may leave us."

"I know. Galadriel it is hard to not be attached, she is vulnerable, and Elladan has taken a liking to her."

"That is for the best. Though the parting will be bitter for all." Elrond moved to stand next to the powerful elf.

"She reminds us of her," he said quietly. "The way she moves, laughs, smiles. It screams Celebrían."

"I too have noticed it, she is a kindred spirit to my daughter, it is good to see that light still will exist in our future."

"I miss her."

"We all do, Elrond, we all do."

"It was too early, I need her…I need her." Galadriel watched kindly as the elven lord cried softly.

"Elrond, she could not be more proud," her gaze fell on Bridget as she laughed at something Erestor had said, "And indeed, she has come back to Imladris in spirit."

-(())-

"Hello Erestor I am Palanél, your name?" Bridget repeated in elvish. She had been with the councilor for nearly three hours, and was slowly learning.

"Again," he said, Bridget grinned.

"That one word I know well," she replied in broken Sindarin. Both laughed at this.

"Palanél, the sentence," he said gently. She sighed.

"Mae Govannen Erestor, im Palanél man eneth gîn?"

"Good!" he said. Then looked at her one more lesson… "You may leave, but first repeat," he said slowly, pointing to her and then miming walking out the door.

"You may leave," she said slowly. Her words gaining more confidence as she spoke more often.

"Very well, navaer Palanél."

"Navaer Erestor," she replied beginning to walk out.

"Palanél!" She looked at him questioningly.

"Elladan said you wanted a journal?"

"What?"

"To write or draw," he said simply, handing her a small leather-bound book. The cover was a pale blue and the words Gwend sui lotheg i edlothia an-uir she looked at Erestor questioningly.

"What it say?" she whispered her heart captured by the beautiful book.

"Friendship is like a beautiful flower that blooms forever," he said, picking up a pen and ink, he handed those to her as well a small smile on his face. She stared at him.

"Oh! Hannon le! This mean much!" she cried, throwing her arms around the councilor in a hug. He chuckled as he watched her run from the room, her new treasures clutched close to her chest.

"I had that made for one who was a kindred spirit to you, may it give you the joy that was meant for her." He looked unconsciously over at the picture of Elrond's family and himself that hung on the wall of his office.

"Celebrían, Celebrían," he said softly to the empty room. His gaze fell to his balcony, and slowly he walked there, his eyes automatically scanning the surrounding scenery. He could see Estel greet the girl, and the two walk in the direction of the stable, his gaze turned to where Elladan and Elrohir easily hugged each other, enjoying the moment, another shift brought his yes to Elrond and Galadriel, the elven Lady had one hand on his shoulder, and tear tracks could be seen down his face. As Erestor's gaze shifted between Elrond and his sons he knew that he had not been the only one to miss Celebrían that day.

-(())-

The night was still and clear and the stars shone in the dark sky. Estel and Legolas sat on the lawn near the horse pastures, both happy in the comfortable blanket of silence. Estel's head rested on his friend's shoulder, the man's silver eyes were closed, and only one who knew him well could see the soft shaking of his frame. The human was crying, crying in front of the only one besides his father who so utterly made him stop worrying about his pride. In a single motion he was in the elf's arms as his body shook with suppressed sobs.

"I can't do it, Legolas! I can not be he please, please…" the elf hushed the man, resting his cheek against the dark locks of hair.

"Ai, mellon nin, hush, you should be proud of who you are, heir to the throne of Gondor."

"I ca-can't be…"

"Aragorn-"

"Don't call me that, not you, please, not you." Legolas immediately regretted his words.

"I am sorry mellon nin, hush, Estel, hush."

"I am not Estel. But I can not be Aragorn, Legolas, I am lost."

"You will always be Estel, but if that name is one you do not wish to keep right now than I understand, know this, you will always be Strider. And you will always be my friend. That is enough, never doubt that."

"Ai, mellon nin, what would I do without you," the human's tone held no jest, and the pure innocence of it made Legolas want to cry.

"You ask the wrong question, the correct one would be, what would I do without you?" The two friends sat in comfortable silence after that.

-(())-

Three months passed, and Bridget had gained a good grip on the Sindarin language. It was because of this that she was able to catch a conversation between Estel and Legolas that worried her.

"I can not stay here, let us go to Mirkwood," the ranger pleaded.

"Very well mellon nin." Bridget knew she shouldn't intrude, but Estel had become as a brother to her. She knocked on the door.

"Estel?" she called uncertainly.

"Come in Bridgie," was the reply. She stepped in and looked him in the eyes.

"Wherever Mirkwood is, I am coming with you." Legolas looked uncertainly at his friend. He too had gotten to know the girl, and he wasn't sure if Mirkwood was a safe place for her.

"Bridgie…Mirkwood elves are…not all like me, they are not evil, but they do not welcome humans."

"Please! I will be careful, I will stay by you or Estel the whole time, but do not leave me here." There was a desperation in her eyes and voice that worried both Legolas and Aragorn.

"Tithen gwathel, what is it?" She looked away.

"I do not know, Elladan and Elrohir avoid me, Lord Elrond looks sad whenever he sees me. Do not make me stay here without you, please Estel." It was Legolas who answered.

"Come with me, I wish to speak to your brothers...erm…I mean Elladan and Elrohir." Bridget didn't miss the slip. She followed the two older beings through the hallways, looking apprehensive when she saw the twins. They smiled at Legolas but when they saw her looked about to make a hasty retreat.

"Elladan, Elrohir, get back here," Legolas ordered. They turned and walked back. Legolas opened his mouth but Bridget beat him to it.

"I am sorry. Whatever I did I am sorry!" she said softly, earnestly. Elladan wouldn't look at her; he wasn't sure what to say. Every time he saw her he saw his mother, he was almost afraid to get to close; he was scared the same thing would happen to Bridget. Legolas read the emotion in his friend's eyes.

"You need time. Palanél, grab your things."

"What?" Elladan said suddenly, watching the girl's retreating back.

"Palanél is coming to Mirkwood with Estel and me. I will take care of her Elladan."

"Tell her…"

"Tell her yourself," Legolas interrupted, not unkindly.

"I can't, I am afraid what happened to Naneth…I-I,"

"Hush, you may do so in time."

-(())-

Bridget Palanél sat on top of Hirilych, the horse she had become so close to. She stared over the beautiful valley, smiling slightly at it. She was preparing to leave when Elladn came around a corner.

"Palanél wait!" he called, running up to her. "You did nothing, u-moe edared!" He saw her stop and move towards her.

"Mel, please, be safe."

"Mel?"

"Elves often give a nickname of sorts to those they are close to, be safe. Nengel and Arwen say farewell. Come back to us, whole! Though that may be hard with Estel about."

"Farewell Elladan, I shall write you…"

"Farewell."

Later that night Bridget sat at a small campfire, in her hand was the journal Erestor had given her, cursive loops and a swirls dotted the page just under the sketch of a man and an elf. The man had dark wavy locks and eyes that sparkled with laughter, his head rested evenly on the shoulder of the elf who sat next to him. The said elf's hair was light, even if the drawing was no more than and ink sketch, his carriage was very much elven, as Aragorn leaned over the picture he knew instantly that, A Bridget was a good artist, and B the sketch was of himself and Legolas.

"What do the makings mean?"

"They are letter, a bit like Tengwar, only, I can actually write them!" she chuckled. Aragorn laughed and sat down on the ground next to the girl.

"May I see your drawings, they are very good?" She blushed and handed him the book. Each page had a different sketch and some funny markings. There was one of Arwen and Nengel, one of Erestor, one of Glorfindel, one of Elrond, one of Elladan, one of Elrohir, and one of both of them together, the last three contained a sketch light hair, she looked a bit like Arwen.

"Who is this?"

"Her name was Celebrían…" the girl said, not wanting to go into detail. Aragorn nodded,

"How would you like to hear a story about the time Elladan jumped off the roof?" Bridget's eyes bugged.

"Yes!"

"One condition."

"And?" she said skeptically, raising an eyebrow. Across the fire, Legolas choked. "What now?" she asked him.

"Celebrían did that the exact same way!" Both Aragorn and Legolas chuckled, but Bridget didn't.

"Um, on second thought I am going to sleep," she said in a rush. Aragorn studied her worriedly.

"Bridget?"

"Yes?"

"Are-" he stopped, "What is an um?" She rolled her eyes.

"I will explain later, Estel." And with that she spun on her heel and retreated to the small area where her bedroll lay. She curled op on it, thinking. Elladan thinks I remind him of his mother. She thought, she just wanted to sleep.

"Hello Palanél," a beautiful elven woman said.

"Celebrían, I am confused."

"About what, my child?"

"Elladan thinks I remind him of his mother, who is she? Is he angry at me? Something foreboding is going to happen, I can tell."

"Elladan is not angry with you child, of the other questions, I know not."
"You know indeed, but you will not tell me."

"You must trust me, my child. You are not destined for the time in which you were born."

"Was I?"

"Questions I am not allowed to yet answer, trust those who are wise, but child?"

"Yes?"

"Do not trust Thranduil, he is not worthy of your trust," her voice was musical.

"Then tell me, Celebrían, who can I trust?"

"My name sounds odd on your lips, Nana-gwest I bid you call me."

"Oath-mother, it is he closest name I wish to be known as, it has been many centuries since I was last called Nana."

"Who were you, Nana-gwest?"

"You are not yet meant to know that, child: was the reply.

"I am frightened…"

"Of what?"

"I feel danger…" Celebrían's eyes clouded over with sadness.

"I am watching you child, know that you are always safe," the elven woman reached out a hand and cupped the young girl's cheek. Bridget smiled.

"Elladan gave me a new name today," she said. Talking to Celebrían was like talking to her mother, she almost like Celebrían more.

Really, what is it?" Celebrían's heart ached at the thought of her sons.

"Mel."

"Dear, a fitting name for you, child. But late is the hour, I will let you fully rest."

"Am I not resting now?"

"Not truly, but sleep, sleep my child." Celebrian watched the girl sleep, even from Valinor she could see her charge. She had watched this girl since she was five, and had recently revealed herself to the girl.

"Rest well, little one, it feels wonderful to be a mother again."

I decided that I was writing Bridget to Young for her to be 20, she is now 15. Also, Bridget Palanél is listed in the order which elves list their names, given name first, second name...well second! Also, Aragorn/Estel met Arwen while Bridget was...fainted. So the events in that have already happened. Aragorn left Imladris because of it. Umm, Celebrían is akin to a fairy godmother to Bridget, Nan-gwest mean s oath-mother, most translations are included in the story. Mel means dear in elvish, elves give each other names when they think a new name is needed. Bridget's full name is Bridget Palanél, but by those close to her she would be Mel. To most elves she is Palanél, and to very few she is Bridget. Well, that was an author note worthy of the great Cassia and Sio! -bows down to great Cassia and Sio-