Alrighty guys, here we go. I absolutely love writing about the lives of these characters. So much excitement fills me to share it with you again.

Thanks again for sticking with me! Hope you love it.

Chapter 53

For weeks and weeks the joy of the elves was palpable with the news of the safe arrival of their new Princess.

Everyday at twilight they stopped and raised their voices as one, joining in with the forest surrounding them, offering thanks and prayers. A momentous moment indeed, for elflings were a rare and precious gift. They had not seen their King quite so happy since the arrival of Prince Legolas many year before, so they rejoiced tenfold.

For two weeks Evie, Thranduil and Legolas sealed themselves away, and basked in the glory of their new addition, getting used to her and attending to her needs. Like any new parent, there were the hard parts – starting to nurse, letting the body recover – and then there were the best parts – the newborn snuggles and a heart filled with love everytime they looked at her.

Eventually came the knock at their suite – The King had put much work on hold and it was time to rejoin the world. Letters were piled up, filled with wishes and blessings for the elfling, that needed to be tended to. But the most notable questions kept coming up: What had they called their Princess?

They all waited and waited and waited.

Evie hadn't had much trouble making decisions much in her life, until this moment. Coming up with a name to fit her daughter that she would carry for a lifetime and beyond. Thranduil had suggested many and none seemed quite right. Until one day that changed.

The little Princess was once again asleep in her Adar's arms, while Legolas was enjoying the latest pastries baked by Amos. Evie had taken the opportunity to bathe and was rummaging through their enormous walk in robe. She had just reached up on the top shelf to pull down a bright silk scarf when a brown lump flew down and hit her in the head.

'ooommpphh'

Looking down she saw the satchel she had packed and intended to send off with Legolas more than a year ago before she came to middle earth too. Reaching down she picked it up and opened it – her mind wandering to the life that seems a distant memory.

She peered inside and reached her hand to touch the various objects – soft fleece jacket, a water bottle, pens and pencils, - and then her hand closed over a hard cover book. Pulling it into the light, it wasn't just a book, it was the purple covered journal she had been writing in when Legolas had shown up and changed her life. She frowned. Legolas must have taken it, for she had been sure she'd left it on her nightstand.

Evie then sat on the floor of the wardrobe, tears falling down her cheeks as she flicked through page after page of her flowing script, interrupted every so often with a photograph of Legolas or both of them dressed for various events. Her hormones had been so intense since the birth, she had had difficulty controlling it.

Even then, she had loved him so. And it had been the hardest thing in the world to say goodbye – though luckily it hadn't been a permanent separation. Towards the end some pages came loose and fell to the ground. Picking them up she saw they were photographs from her personal collection – And on the back of the picture of her and her grandma was written in her mother's handwriting ' Elenora & Evangeline aged 10.'

Sucking in a breath, she knew she wanted to honour the memory of the family that had cared for her. She rose to her feet, taking the journal and photographs, as she made her way to where her beloved husband sat with her platinum haired daughter, still sound asleep.

'Thranduil.'

'Yes, my dear?' She adored seeing the piercing blue eyes so filled with love whenever they looked her and would never tire of it.

'Elenora.' Without another word she handed the photograph to Thranduil, who took it with his free hand and took note of the details, including the warm smile of the older grey haired woman hugging Evie. Eventually he smiled warmly and gently nodded.

'yes , although, ahhh perhaps the elven way – Elanor. It simply means 'the sun.'

'fitting wouldn't you say? And pretty.'

'quite. She has indeed become the centre of our lives.'

'Legolas honey.' She looked at the male elfling, her lips turning up at the pastry crumbs on his face.

'yes Naneth?'

'We've chosen a name for your little sister. Elanor. What do you think?'

His answering smile was instant and infectious.

Their joyous moment was shattered, however, by the loud and insistent knocking on their suite door, which caused Thranduil to hand over his precious bundle to Evie and then go and answer the door with a scowl.

'What could you possibly want? I gave strict orders for quiet and not to be distrurbed…'

Over the noise of Elanor's crying, Evie felt bad for the poor Elf at the door, at the mercy of her husband's loud and angry tone.

'I'm apologise for the intrusion My Lord, but Feren sent me to retrieve you.'

'And?'

The young elf warrior appeared to be uncomfortable to be sent to do this basic task and fidgeted with his trembling hands as he worked out how to respond.

'I'm waiting boy. Why has Feren sent for me?'

'I thought you knew My Lord.'

'I wouldn't be asking you if I knew, now would I?'

'yes sir, right. Ummmmm a delegation of Elves have arrived?'

'A delegation of Elves. Which Elves would that be?'

Absolute silence from the terrified elf.

'WHICH ELVES BOY?'

'I don't know My Lord.'

'On your way then. Tell Captain Feren I'll be there shortly.'

With a quick bow the elf looked relived to be dismissed and was gone in an instant. Thranduil closed the door, mindful of the child Evie was feeding in the armchair, and walked into the walk in robe to ready himself for the day. He continued to talk, though not so loud as before.

'Can you believe that idiot. Disturbing us and not being about to rely the correct information. I specifically said that any matters Feren couldn't handle to leave them for a few weeks and this blasted business about any Elven delegation arriving…'

'Thranduil, dearest.'

He strolled out, not a hair out place and looking every inch the fearsome ruler he was. Every time it stunned Evie how lucky she was to have him loved her so completely.

'Yes my dear?'

'Don't be too hard on them, we have been inaccessible for a while…'

'yes, but that's not the point…'

'Thranduil, please.'

She could tell he wasn't too happy about it and definitely wanted to give someone a piece of his mind, but he had no wish to upset his beloved. So he walked towards her and pressed identical kisses to his wife and newborn daughter before turning to the door.

'Legolas, you're with me today.'

'Yes Adar.' The agile elfling jumped up and mimicked his Adar, but giving kisses to the ladies in the room, and then scurried after the elder Elf.

'And Thranduil?'

The Elven King turned back halfway through the door to look at the beautiful red head that occupied his bed and his heart.

'Yes, my dear?'

'Don't be too mad, it was me that sent the invitation.'

So what did we think? good?

what else would you like to read about?

My thoughts are a christening type thing and then jumping a few years into the future when both Elanor and Legolas have grown up a bit?