Hello again! I thought seeing as I didn't post a chapter before Christmas like I said I would, (bad me) I give you another chapter, longer and better! Hopefully...

Oh and thanks to everyone who pointed out that I got Arda mixed up with Ada. D'oh!

Haldir stayed for a few days spending much of his time, telling Elanor more about his home of Lothlorien and her newly extended family. All too soon, they were preparing for him to leave again,

"You know," Elanor said with a smile, "I'm almost sad to see you leave."

"Really?" Haldir asked, with mock surprise, "I was under the impression you did not like elves much."

To her credit, Elanor blushed, "Perhaps once. But you do tend to grow on people."

"Do you think they will still be there?" Elanor asked the elf while they waited in the courtyard for Elrond to join them.

"It is unlikely." Haldir replied, shaking his head. "Aragorn was eager to leave."

"Where will they head now?"

"I do not know. Before I left they spoke of following the river south. Beyond that I can only guess they would head to Gondor."

Elanor shrugged, "I do not think Aragorn would go there. Not if there was some other way."

"Perhaps you are right." Haldir said, but his attention was not on her. Elanor looked past him and noticed a group of maids gathered by the entrance to the hall. Elanor sighed loudly and rolled her eyes but Haldir just grinned. Elanor laughed as Arwen appeared with her father and the group said their goodbyes.

Slowly the days turned to weeks, the weeks to months and with each passing day. At first, Elanors new life had kept her mind from dwelling on her worries but now she found them coming to her more often. She had not left the safety of Rivendell once during her stay and Elanor was growing more and more restless. The ranger in her cried out for some excitement. Many times she found herself wishing she were back with Talin and the others. She had heard very little from him since he left Rivendell and she missed him terribly. But even more worrying was that she had received no news from Legolas. The elf had sent some infrequent but informative letters. She smiled at how he had managed to tell her enough details to put her mind at ease but without giving away any important information less the letter fall into the wrong hands.

He wrote of how they had followed the river past the Argonath, of the attack from the Urak-hi and of the fall of Boromir. Elanor did not let herself dwell on this. In truth she had not thought much of the man but the vows that he took that day in the council had been brave and she prayed for the fallen warrior. It was the news of Frodo and Sam that frightened her most. Without guidance how did the hobbits plan to make it to Mordor and back, unless they did not plan to come back? Elanor shuddered at the thought, but she had to have faith. Gandalf would not have put such trust in Frodo if he had not been worthy of it.

The letters that followed were often nothing more than a few lines, scrawled hastily on a piece of parchment, letting her know what had happened or where they were headed next. But the more letters she received the more frustrated she grew. Her friends were risking their lives and all she could do was sit in a comfortable room reading letters. Elanor longed to go to her friends. Was she not a skilled swords-woman? Had she not been taught by Aragorn himself? Elanor was no stranger to battle. She had seen how easily blood was shed, but she could help to defend their world. She could fight. But she had given her word, she could not leave.

This was why Elanor thought it strange that Arwen should ask her to accompany her on a ride one morning,

"Where are we going?" Elanor asked, as she readied Aeglos' bridle.

"The time of the elves is passing." Arwen said softly, "It is my fathers wish that I take the last boat."

"The last boat where?" Elanor asked, afraid she already knew the answer,

"To the undying lands, the resting place of our kin."

"But what of Aragorn?"

Arwen hung her head, "Ada has the gift of foresight, and he sees only death in our future." She said sadly, eyes wet with unshed tears, "Whether it is his or mine, I do not know. But I could not bare it."

"And what is to become of me?" Elanor asked quietly, she knew it was selfish but she could not help but ask. Arwen had only just come into her life, the family she had grown to accept. She was too afraid to loose it all now.

"You are family Elanor; you would be welcome in the grey havens."

"Go with you?" she asked surprised. She had thought the grey havens were only for elves, but the realisation dawned on her that she was an elf, partly at least. It made her wonder just how much her elven blood affected her.

"I am sorry Arwen. I cannot leave them." Arwen nodded sadly, knowing all too well who 'they' were. "But I will accompany you, as far as I can go." Elanor said, giving her a comforting smile, "Heavens know Aeglos could do with the ride." As if to prove her point the mare snorted loudly and stomped her hoof.

A long procession of hooded elves led the way through the heavily wooded roads. Some, such as Arwen and Elanor rode on horse back, other walked, many carrying long poles decorated with silver flags. As the rode, Elanor chatted away, somewhat nervously, trying hard to help Arwen forget where they were heading.

"And then he tried to throw the dwarf but Gimli wasn't having any of it…" Elanor stopped mid-sentence when she realised Arwen wasn't listening,

"Arwen?"

Arwen did not answer. Elanor trotted forward slightly to look at her. She was riding perfectly normally, but her eyes were dull and unfocused. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes following an unseen object that moved in the trees. Then, suddenly, she blinked and her eyes widened.

"Arwen?" Elanor asked again, worriedly as the elf looked from her back to the woods. Elanor watched open mouthed as Arwen swung her horse around and raced back along the path they had just travelled. She heard an elf cry out after her and Elanor looked to him,

"Go on without us." She told him, turning Aeglos around, "I shall follow her." Elanor did not wait for an answer before tearing off after Arwen.

When Elanor arrived back in Rivendell she barely caught sight of Arwen disappearing into the building. She swiftly dismounted and gave chase, slowing when she heard raised voices.

"You say you saw death. But there was also life; you saw there was a child. You saw my son."

From her place in the corridor Elanor heard Arwen, the anger clear in her voice. Elanor peered into the gardens and saw Lord Elrond talk with his daughter,

"That future is almost gone." Elrond said quietly, his back to her.

"But it is not lost." His daughter replied; as Elrond sat down to face her. Arwen knelt before him, her voice so low that Elanor strained to hear, "If I leave him now I will regret it forever." Arwen brought her hand to her fathers face, "It is time." Elanor watched confused as Arwen turned from her father and left.

"You can come now." Lord Elrond said, turning to where Elanor stood. Elanor jumped slightly, but walked forward,

"Why do you insist on controlling their decisions?" She asked him. Elrond said nothing and Elanor felt the anger once again bubbling inside her,

"Yet again you have chosen the path for her. Why will you not let her walk unaided? You have already taken one child from its father; do not take another before its life has even begun."

Elrond looked to her, almost surprised that she would speak to him like that. Elanor expected a reprimand, but Elrond said nothing. The high elf lowered himself onto a bench and hung his head in his hand,

"The light of the Eldar is leaving her. I cannot bear to let her go." Elrond spoke softly, his voice tinged with despair. Elanor felt her anger lessen and her moved across to sit next to him,

"It is no longer your choice to make." She said quietly, "You should be proud of the strong daughter you have raised."

"Besides," She said smiling kindly, "Would you not like more grandchildren?"

Elronds face softened and he smiled, "I am proud of my children." He said softly, placing a hand on Elanors, "All of them."

Elanor found herself smiling back, "Then you should tell her that." Elrond nodded and stood to find his daughter. Elanor waited a while before moving, making sure that the two had a chance to talk. She headed back towards the gardens and saw Arwen sat alone, holding a small book in her hands. Silently Elanor walked over and sat beside her.

"Are you alright?" she asked quietly.

Arwen looked up and smiled sadly, "I will be fine."

"Arwen, what is it that troubles you?"

"War is coming. My father and those left of my kin are set to ride to Lothlorien tonight. They go to gather aid."

Elanor sat silently. This news was not a surprise to her, but still it worried her greatly, "They ride to Aragorn."

Arwen nodded, although a reply was not really needed. The elf looked at her, "You still desire to go to him?"

"You do not?"

"I long to go to him, but I have no spirit for battle. But if you wish it, I would have you speak with my father."

Elanor shook her head, "He would not allow it."

"He holds no sway over your decisions. If you desire to fight, than neither he nor I can stop you. But know that my brothers will ride with them also."

Elanor stood and turned to Arwen. She gazed at the elleth, looking back into the eyes that were so like her own, "If it is to aid Aragorn, then perhaps it is time I faced my past."

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Thanks to everyone who reviewed! Specially those who point out my mistakes, it's good to know where I'm going wrong so I can get better! And to answer Zelinas question: the next few chapters will mainly be about Elanor journey to Lothlorien and finally meeting her father! Eep!