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Southern Gaelic: First of all thank you for pointing out that mistake; we truly didn't know 'elleth' was the corect word to be used, and do you have any ideas about what we should do to stop this from turning into a Mary-Sue? Apart from that, thanks for the support.

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Chapter 1: The Encounter

The sunrise seemed to bring a blessing to the cold earth: the silence no longer existed for birds had already started to sing, rivers seemed to flow with a renewed energy and with the warm sun a certain blonde female elf woke up.

Slowly, Eowáthiel rose from her bed feeling her silk white gown hiding her naked feet, and after stretching she made her way out of the room, and entered inside her younger sister's room.

As usual, Léssien was still sleeping, but colour was already being shown in her once pale cheeks.

With a small and relieved smile gracing her face, Eowáthiel left the room and when she was about to check on Inwë, Milanil emerged from 'his' room:

"Good morning", the elf happily exclaimed and Eowáthiel chuckled at his childish way.

"Good morning", she replied. "Do you know if Inwë is up?"

"Yes, she's already taking care of breakfast," Milanil replied with a nod. "I think she has returned only a couple of hours ago, but I'm not sure."

Without saying a word, Eowáthiel made her way to the kitchen. Milanil, feeling that an argument was about to come, quickly returned to 'his' room.

"There you are!" Eowáthiel ironically exclaimed. "I thought you'd still be at the forest, doing whatever you always do there."

"Onóre, please?" Inwë started only to be swiftly interrupted by her younger sister.

"No, this time you are going to listen to me! I know that in these last few days I've been a little selfish, waiting for him in the forest, but at least I told you where I was going. Now you? What do you have to hide? Don't you trust your family!"

By this time, her voice was so loud that Léssien woke up with a start and Milanil decided to stay with her until the two female elves had ended that discussion. Léssien hated when their sisters had these discussions and lately they were being more and more frequent.

The black haired elleth was looking trough the window, her clenched hands shaking with the effort to avoid screaming what was going trough her mind. Inwë knew that sooner or later Eowáthiel was going to ask her what business she had in the forest, but it was not the time to tell her the truth.

Although she wanted to tell her, it was just not the time...nor it was proper to speak what made her go so late in the night to the darkest sides of the forest.

"I'm sorry Eowáthiel, but I cannot answer your question. We all have our own secrets and hopes, and right now this is all I can tell you. I'm sorry." she muttered.

"I tried Inwë, but as usual you don't trust me. I hope one day you'll realize what you're doing to us. Keep your secrets for yourself and be happy with them." Eowáthiel sadly replied.

With these words, Eowáthiel left the kitchen to check how Léssien was. As she was entering the room, she saw Léssien lying in her bed with Milanil by her side. At the sight of Eowáthiel, Léssien quickly tried to hide she had been crying.

"Sweetheart?" Eowáthiel mumbled.

"I'm going to leave you two alone and give Inwë a hand with the breakfast", Milanil said.

Eowáthiel then approached her little sister's bed, trying to find an excuse to give her. Her head was full of so many confusing thoughts: a returning that didn't seem to happen, the unknown illness of Léssien, and the discussions with Inwë.

'I wonder when I'll have peace within my life.' she thought to herself.

"Eowá, why you two always have to fight? Don't you like each other?" Léssien innocently asked.

"Oh sweetie, don't say that. Sometimes grown up people have problems, but it doesn't mean they don't like each other. Inwë and I have some differences, but we are sisters, I'm sure we can solve them."

"Ok, I believe you", Léssien said, throwing her hands around her sister's neck.

"So, what have you been talking about with Milanil?"

"Well, he was telling me everything was going to be alright between you and Inwë. And..." she interrupted, a shy smile on the corner of her lips.

"Yes? Anything else?" Eowáthiel interestedly asked.

"How can I say this? Every time he talks about you, it's like...if little stars are being lightened in his eyes. I think he likes you!" Léssien explained.

"What! You know what I think about that? That all this time you have spent in bed made your imagination grow wild. Now, get up. Breakfast is waiting for us in the kitchen." Eowáthiel replied surprised by such thing

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Inwë was sat beside her younger sister in the bed, a book in her hands, while Milanil was sat on the windowsill watching a flock of birds crossing the colourful sky. Inwë's voice was the only thing breaking the silence, and Léssien was already dozing against her sister's arm.

It didn't take long until Léssien fell asleep with the help of the soft breeze playing with her rosy cheeks, and when she noticed the young elleth had fell asleep, Inwë closed the book before putting it over the bedside table, and slowly covering Léssien to her shoulders.

"Do you think," Milanil suddenly started, his grey eyes still fixed outside, and Inwë looked at him "that what I'm doing is completely hopeless?"

"You know the answer to that question, Milanil." Inwë replied matter-of-factly "You always did, but never faced the truth."

"Do you think I do wrong?" the Elf asked tearing his eyes off the sky to look at the black haired elleth "Do you think I should just stop waiting?"

"Both of you have been expecting for something to happen for a long time," Inwë started glancing at the sleeping Léssien, who was now hugging her pillow, before walking to Milanil's side "and we all know she has more chances of seeing her dream come true."

"Haven't you ever dreamt about something, Inwë?" Milanil asked, and the emerald green eyed elleth froze for a second before slapping herself:

"Dreams we all have, but some of us need to choose reality." she replied, her eyes strangely darkened by a distant memory, unknown by many.

"You know I need to agree with your sister on this one, it's really annoying when you do that." Milanil commented, and Inwë blinked at his words making her eyes returning to their usual bright colour.

"Well it's not as if we're talking about me." she started, crossing her arms against her chest "You knew Milanil, you were and still are aware that the Prince of Mirkwood may return at any moment, and Eowáthiel...she'll be waiting for him no matter what happens nor the time that goes by."

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The day was almost coming to an end, and the sun?s rays were now hiding behind the trees. Eowáthiel decided to go for a walk, and when she was about to leave, Milanil said:

"Can I go with you? The forest looks so beautiful in the sunset."

"Hum...I hope you don't feel upset with me but I would like to go alone. I..."

"It's okay; you don't have to say anything. I understand", Milanil mumbled shaking his head

Inwë's eyes turned to Milanil, and she could see sadness all over his face. She knew how much he loved her sister, but she also knew that Eowáthiel's heart belonged to other elf, and no matter how much time she had to wait, she was not going to give up of him.

Eowáthiel decided to take her black horse Estel, with her. He had been her companion for a long time, and they had a very especial relationship. She was not sure where to go, but Estel seemed to know exactly where he was heading to.

After fifteen minutes, both reached a beautiful waterfall. Butterflies seemed to dance with the last sun rays, and flowers of all colours framed the landscape.

This waterfall was full of sweet memories of a now distant past, a past that Eowáthiel couldn't help to remember.

The first time she had seen the Prince of Mirkwood, she was just by this same waterfall, contemplating the beauty of the restless waters. Now, they seemed quieter, as if they could sense something in the air.

"How I wish you were here." Eowáthiel muttered, her long hair floating as the wind started to blow harder.

At the same time the wind started to blow harder, an elegant figure moving in the shadow, made its way towards the place the female elf was sitting. If it wasn't for the strong wind Eowáthiel could have heard who was approaching, but that didn?t happen.

So, with the wind and the darkness that was falling covering his moves, the elegant figure reached the female elf. It was only then that Eowáthiel raised her eyes and saw somebody that she could not expect so soon, somebody she had been waiting for so long.

As she was raising from where she was sitting, her face was lightened by a truly happy smile; and then looking deep inside a pair of purple eyes, Eowáthiel only had the strength to say the name of the one she loved:

"Legolas..."

To Be Continued...