She entered the hall she was given even more weary looks even by the king who gripped his sword tighter as she approached.

"Vega." Aragorn said in a mock chiding voice of a mother to her child. Vega just smiled and purred in response which made her brother smile and let a short laugh come from him. Before his rough and calloused hands slid into her fur as she rubbed her bulk against his legs like any feline would.

"You were being your unusually frightening self again my friend, though I do believe he deserved it." Legolas said with a shadow of a smile Gimily right out laughed and she switched her running to the elves legs and liked the dwarf on the cheek which had him flushing. But it did not do anything for the somber and grieving mood that came next when Eowen told the king the fate of his son and nephew. The prince was to be buried that evening and they would all attend.

"It is a sad day." The king said then looked to the strange group before him and the creature that stood with them. It was the oddest thing he had ever seen, it could speak there langue, and thought like a human but it was a wild feline and it acted like a loyal dog at times as it sat there enjoying the petting from it's companions. And never before had he seen something with such strange eyes, or one that wore a pendant and metal cuffs on it's front paws, that were clearly made for war. Finally he just asked.

"What is it?" and all eyes turned to him to see what the king spoke of but it didn't take long to figure it out.

Vega stared at the king with cold eyes and ears flat, she did not like being referred to as an 'It'.

"She, has a name, it is Tavega." Legolas said stressing the she part, clearly he was just as annoyed though it did not show clearly on his face.

"But what is it?" The king asked again and Vega snapped after being called an 'it' again.

"I have a name and I can understand you as readily as any human in this land. If you wish to have your questions answered then I suggest you ask me. Weather I will answer them or not is another thing all together." She snapped at the king her tail lashing in irritating and fur bristling.

Everyone in the room was stunned as they witnessed the feline speak, and disrespectfully to there king. The king mumbled several things but did not ask a question, with a growl of annoyance Vega walked away and behind a pillar as she emerged from the other side she was standing in her true form. Many of the guards grabbed weapons at her sudden appearance and she shot them all an annoyed and challenging look that none of them seemed inclined to pick up.

"My name as Legolas told you is Tavega, I am a half- elf that hails form the Costal Realm. As for my other appearance I was cursed by Saron." She gave her brief explanation then turned back and stalked out of the room giving off waves of annoyance. The King looked at the beast- elf's friends and they all looked at the retreating back with sigh of mixed amusement and annoyance, especially in the other elves case. They did not see the elf until the procession for the kings son. She stood by the entrance of the grave beside her companions.

Eowen picked up a short song to honor her cousin but her voice began to break until she could no longer form the words. Seeing the reactions of the village Vega could tell the dead prince was highly liked and without thought picked up an elvish song that seemed appropriate. While her brother and Legolas gave the king and the others the translation. The song was of rolling hills and peaceful times, but in the dark of night they were covered in blood shed and bodies, save for one, a child. Who would keep the lands peaceful after the bloody war and every day of the battle he would personally honor all those that died by placing flowers on there graves. Then once morning came the bloodied land would disappear but the grown child would still be there with a crown on his head and peace still on the lands.

It was a song of war and death and sacrifice for that one child to survive and make the land better because of there sacrifices. It seemed fitting to one that had fallen in battle for the sake of his lands to continue on in the hope of peace. Once the song was over the tomb closed and she said an elvish prayer before leaving with her friends leaving the king alone to grieve for his lost family. Vega stopped to look over the lands of Rohan, she wondered if the elf that had created the song was thinking of Rohan as it seemed to fit the rolling hills that the land was. She trained her on a small moving figure in the distance and gasped at what she saw.

"Legolas, look." She pointed out the two children on a horse and saw as one of them fell from the mighty beast. She was about to run out but three riders on horseback were already out the gate heading for them and she followed the king and Gandolfe back inside as the two children were brought to the king. Eowen had hot food brought to them and wrapped them in warm blankets.

"They had no warning, they were unarmed." Eowen spoke as she tended to the children. "The Wildman are moving threw the Westfold, burning as they go. Rick, cart and tree."

"This is but a taste of the terror that Saroman will unleash. All the more potent for fear of Saron, ride out and meet him head on. Draw him away from your woman and children, you must fight." Gandolfe urged but the king would have none of it.

"You have a thousand god men ridding south as we speak they are loyal to you they will return and fight." Aragorn said.

"They will be three hundred leagues from here by now, no they can not help us now. I know what it is you want from me, but I will not bring further death to my people. I will not risk open war."

"Open war is upon you weather you would risk it or not."

The king looked a him with a nasty look, "Last I checked Theoden was king of Rohan not Aragorn." Vega growled a warning, which was still impressive even in her true form, she did not like the tone this man was giving to her brother.

"Calm yourself sister."

"Calm myself, he has no right to speak to you this way neither dose he have the wits to see what is right in front of him. I am growing thin with the idiotcies of men." Vega replied but she did calm down, she was just irritable she knew, mainly because of a certain time of year approaching, an awkward silence befell the hall after her discussion with her brother only broken by the belch from Gimily as he mopped up spilled ale with his beard. A gentle hand found its way to her shoulder and she leaned into the familiar touch of Legolas.

"Then what is the kings decision?" Gandolfe asked.