Greetings everyone! here the next chapter! I can't believe I'm on 17 already! Thankyou so much for sticking with me, and for all the great reviews. Especially Animebishieluver who reviewed every chapter just so I'd update... not that repeating the same thign counts as a review... hehe So this chapters dedicated to you! Keep reviewing guys, you inspire me to write more!

It was almost mid afternoon by the time Elanor arrived back at the elven home. She had deliberately taken her time getting back so she could think about what she would say to Legolas. She knew she should apologise but she didn't know how. What he had said had hit her harder than she expected. Was she really that narrow-minded? On the ride back Elanor had realised she was. She had been hurt by her father and expected every elf to be the same. Elanor nudged Aeglos and little harder and the horse picked up speed, riding down the path before trotting into the courtyard. The once quiet courtyard was now bustling with elven maids and stable hand, readying provisions and preparing for the fellowships journey. Elanor rode into stables and dismounted, handing Aeglos over to a stable-hand. She collected her things and quickly crossed the courtyard and climbed the steps into the building.

Back in her room, Elanor gently set the bow against her bed and set the quiver upon it. She pulled off her cloak and threw it onto a nearby chair. She looked out her window and saw the sun rising high. Any time soon the fellowship would be leaving and she might possible never see them again. Elanor glanced once more through her window before hurriedly leaving the room. She raced down the corridors, eager to get to the party before they left. She rounded the corner but stopped when she saw Legolas standing ahead of her. He was stood staring at a large painting, which Elanor couldn't see properly. He didn't notice her until she was only a few feet away and even then he seemed surprised to see her.

"I thought you would have been with the others." Elanor said softly.

"We are not ready to leave yet. Lord Elrond is talking with Aragorn." His voice was soft but emotionless.

The pair stood in silence for a moment. Elanor sighed gently and turned to look at the painting. It showed Isildur, during the last Great War. He was knelt upon a stone and held aloft the broken blade of Narsil, the blade that cut the Ring from Saurons hand. She looked at the picture and then to Legolas. It was as if he chose to stand here just to make his point. Isildur was the great king that destroyed Sauron but failed to destroy the Ring. It was his weakness that led to the downfall of Númenor. Yet still the elves placed hope in man to find a way to stop history repeating.

"I'm sorry." Elanor said, "What you said, it was true. I had never thought of it from anyone else's view but my own. I had no right to say those things. Please forgive me."

Legolas turned to look at the ranger. His eye met and held hers for what seemed like an eternity. His face stayed unchanged as he regarded her. He stared back at him, remorseful. For a moment Elanor thought he was still angry with her when suddenly his face broke out into a warm smile which lifted Elanors heart,

"I forgive you, Elanor." He smiled, "But only if you forgive my harsh words."

Elanor smiled back at him and nodded.

"Good." Legolas said, "Then perhaps we should find the others. I believe we have somewhere important to be."

Elanor laughed as he turned and offered his arm to her as escort. Elanor hesitated, but slipped her arm in his and allowed him to lead her down the halls.

As they walked, Legolas told her of the great forests of Lothlorien and of the golden lady of the woods. Elanor listened as he told her of the beauty that lies within the golden trees. He spoke with such love and admiration that Elanor felt she loved the place as much as he. The couple walked down into the gardens but stopped when they heard the sound of sobbing echoing through the grounds. Elanor and Legolas looked at each other before following the sound and were surprised to find an elven woman crying, her head in her hands,

"Arwen!" Elanor cried out as she recognised her. Arwen looked up and stared at them, her dark eyes brimmed with tears. Elanor ran over to her and knelt beside her,

"What is wrong?" Elanor asked her voice full on concern. Arwen looked up at Legolas who nodded as if understanding perfectly.

"If my lady will excuse me," He said, with a bow "I will go and attend to my provisions."

Elanor frowned and watched him go. He knew full well that the maids were arranging everything. Then it hit her, he was leaving to allow the two females to talk. Elanor smiled to herself at how perceptive he was. Elanor looked back to Arwen who stared blankly ahead.

"Arwen, Tell me. What has happened to upset you so?"

"He wishes to leave me." she said, her voice barely a whisper. "He does not think he will return."

Elanor looked at her confused, "Who does?"

Arwen blinked and looked down at her, "Aragorn. He was going to leave, to slip away at first light. "

Elanor paused for a moment while her mind registered what Arwen had said, when Talins voice came back to her, 'You know his heart belongs to another, an elven maid.' Elanor let out a small gasp, and her eyes left Arwens. This was her. The one Aragorn chose over her,

"You are Lord Elronds daughter." Elanor asked, although she already knew the answer. Arwen stared but nodded,

"But this you already knew?" she asked, "I thought my father had told you."

Elanors heart dropped and shook her head,

"I was not told."

"But he has told you of your past. Elrohir, my brother and your father."

Elanor looked up at Arwen. Elrohir was her brother. So this would make Arwen, Elanors Aunt? Elanor shook her head, it was too much to grasp. Elanor gazed at Arwen, her face looked paler than normal, and tears marred her flawless features. She looked so frail, as if a slightest breeze could break her. Elanor leant in close. She swallowed her fear and spoke softly,

"Tell me Arwen. Do you love Aragorn?"

Arwen looked a little taken aback but answered without hesitation, "I do. I gave my life for him, as I did my heart."

Elanor swallowed the painful lump that rose in her throat, before nodding and saying,

"Then you must not give up on his love, and hope that he shall return to you."

Arwen looked at the young ranger in front of her and nodded.

"I will go now to see them off. Will you come?"

"My farewells have already been said." Arwen replied sadly.

"They I shall give him one of my own."

Elanor gently squeezed Arwens hand and the pair stood up. She gave Arwen a warming smile and Arwen left to find her father. Elanor let out the sigh she had been holding and watched Arwens retreating form. Her face fell into a frown as she thought about the elleth and the pain they both shared. Anger boiled up inside her, and she stormed off to find the ranger.

Ooo theres going to be trouble! You'll be pleased to know I've written quite a few chapters ahead, so i should be posting more frequently.. she says... please R&R!