Behold- another chapter! Yes I'm afraid it is a shorty, but I will have the next chapter up next week-Promise! and it's going to be a goodie!

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Elanor sat staring into the fire. The flames flickered in the dark, casting dancing shadows across her face. She sat alone, the others long since departed for bed, but she could not sleep, she could not stop the excitement that kept rising inside her. Part of her felt like squealing girlishly but the adult in her knew better. Now was neither the time nor the place but that did not stop the grin that slowly worked its way across her face.

She sighed happily, feeling childish and silly. It had been along time since she had felt like this and right now the war seemed so very far away. It had been something so slight, so simple, which had caused this giddiness in her.

Only an hour had past since she had sat with her friends around the same fire. There had been quiet conversation and fairly good food, but it was been the presence of Legolas sat beside her all evening that had played this game with her heart. Meaningful glances and slight touches became some kind of amusement to them, to find excuses to accidentally touch or brush against each other. Legolas had even gone as far as to pretend to lean back on his arms just as to trail a hand down her spine. When the King called for Aragorn and his companions, they had excused themselves politely and left her alone.

He had left with a simple touch of her hand and a whispered promise he would find her later.

Not long after the rest of the rangers excused themselves to get some rest but Elanor had remained, staring into the flames, a smile on her face.

A movement behind her caught her attention and she turned, instantly wondering if Legolas had returned. She froze silently when she finally recognised the man in front of her.

"Ada."

Elanor had not meant to say it. The word had slipped off her tongue before she could stop it but the change in Elrohirs face made her glad that she had. The elf had approached her with a sombre look which had now faded into a surprised smile.

"I was hoping to speak with you. We have not had much time together since we have met."

An awkward silence fell between the two.

"Are you well?" Elrohir asked suddenly.

Elanor looked at him blankly for a moment and then smiled. It was a pitiful attempt at conversation but it was a start.

"Yes, I am."

Another silence.

"Elanor, forgive me. I have never had such a difficult time with words. I do not know what to say to you."

Elanor watched the Elf, her father, pace in front of her. His usually handsome face was marred with worry and he twisted his dark hair between his fingers. All the things she had been told about this man ran through her head. Not once had she ever thought to find things out for herself. She had never given him that chance. Elanor sighed gently and spoke,

"It is brave of you to come to Aragorns aid."

Elrohir stopped pacing and looked at her. "Elladan and I came at our fathers request but we would have come with out it. There was once a time when Elves and Men stood together on the battlefield, but now there are too few of us and war already marches on our own lands."

"Too few?"

"The time for the Elves is ending. Many of our kin are leaving Middle-Earth. There were once many elvish races, now there are only a handful; the river elves, wood-elves and the few that live in the Grey Mountains."

"But why leave?"

"All things must end, Elanor."

"And what will you do? Will you remain here?"

"I have that choice, just as my sister had. My decision rests on what I have to remain for. With Estarlia, my mind was already made."

Silence fell at the mention of her mothers name. Elanor looked away to the ground and then back at him.

"You once told me I looked like my mother." Elanor spoke softly. "But I have come to think that I am more like you." Elanor stared back into the fire and motioned for him to join her. Elrohir sat beside her and the ranger turned to him.

"Back at Lothlorien," she began, "Lady Galadriel spoke with me, she called me Elentári."

Elrohir smiled. "That would have been your elvish name."

"Would have?"

"Your mother and I once spoke of one day having children. She always wanted a daughter. She said she would call her Elanor, after the flowers she loved so much-the ones I would bring her." Elrohirs eyes dulled slightly, as if he was staring at something far in his mind. "She said that I would also give her a name, so that she would always know she was loved by all her kin."

The elf blinked and focused his gaze on Elanor. "Elentari, the star-queen; the title of the revered Lady Varda, who aided and blessed both men and elves."

Elrohir regarded Elanor for a moment, a sad smile of understanding on his face. "I think I understand now how my father felt." He said in a voice low. Elanor looked to him, listening. "Seeing his children go to war. It is indeed a frightening thing."

"I do not want to see you in danger." Elrohir said. Elanor opened her mouth to speak but Elrohir held out his palm to stop her, "I do not ask you to stay, for I know I have no right. I only wish you will be safe."

Elanor looked back at her father and nodded. In her heart she felt that maybe, just a little, she understood. Elanor found herself smiling. A strange feeling of calm relief settling inside her as if something heavy had been lifted from her.

"If I were to ride with you," she said quietly, "I know that I would be."

Elrohir gazed at her, "You would ride with Aragorn?"

Elanor nodded. "And I will ride with you."

Elrohirs face broke into a beautiful smile. "I would be honoured."

Elanor smiled back and found herself finally warming to the man she would call her father, even Elrohir became visibly more relaxed.

"I never imagined my daughter would become a ranger." He said. Elanor gave a short laugh.

"Neither did I.

"There is so much of your life I have missed. I am sorry I was not there for it."

"There was not much to miss." Elanor said with sad amusement. "It is strange. Before I met Aragorn or the others, I would have given anything to escape my old life. Helping my mother sew clothes was not what I had wanted. I longed for adventure and now that I have it, I would swap it all to return to her side once more."

"I feel very much the same."

Elanor looked at him with a sadness they both shared, realising once more that she was indeed her fathers daughter.

Phew.. I'm hoping that didn't come out as rushed, because it wasn't. I have no idea what it would be like to reconcile with a long lost father, as luckily mine has always been around, but we're getting into the main battle of the war now and I wanted these two to work it out. But it won't always be easy... hehehe... (It's great when you know what's coming...)

Thanks again for reading!