Chapter 1

"Ahhhhhhh! LEGOLAS THRANDUILION! Get back here!" I screamed, running after the fleeing elf boy.

Sigh. Sorry, I forgot to give the introduction. Where in Arda have my manners gone? Oh, right... With my brother out the door. Growl.

Anyway, so it's officially been a year since it all happened. My Father Smaug and I helped to save the dwarves and blah blah blah. All of them say never to scare them like I did before again... I didn't promise! Our work in Erebor is done, and things are wrapping to a close.

Bilbo already went back to the Shire, and I am planning to take him up on the invitation to visit him at Bag End in the Shire soon. Hehe. I am thinking of how to prank him... Sorry. My shyness has really gone out the window ever since I was adopted by King Thranduil of Mirkwood... Ummm, with Father's permission, of course. So I have two Dads. Sorta? It confuses me too. Ehehe.

Anyway, so I am currently staying in Mirkwood with Father in the Palace. Legolas, my brother, has just run out the door and I am going after him- because he dropped a spider into my hands on pretense of a gift. Yeah, you heard that right. Legolas Greenleaf. The perfect elf. You heard me!

So I have two dads. No moms. Oh well. Both blondie and I- ahem, Legolas and I, don't really care. I serve as partial Mom for all of us. As far as caring, patching up injuries, etcetera etcetera, etcetera. You know the works. I make sure everyone gets what's needed in daily life and all is well.

Anyway, back to the start... I'm still chasing my brother down the hallway, elves gracefully moving out of my way. They've gotten used to this by now, and, make no mistake, they know that I will catch him sooner or later. They just hear me or blondie screaming and know to move. Or get barreled over. Hey, it's the way we keep them on their guard! Adar never complained.

Okay, maybe that's because he knows it won't do any good... Anyways, as I was SAYING- no, screaming. Oh, did I mention that often Elf boy and I play pranks on the guards? It was his idea, in my personal defense!

"My Princess!" An elf called out to me, whom I recognized as a guard who serves at the door of the throne room. I skidded to a graceful halt and looked at him. "Yes, Findécano?"

"I think you had better go to the throne room-" he visibly cringed. My eyes widened and I used my wings to fly down the halls at top speed, chase forgotten. The elves who guarded the doors of the throne room only called me and said such words when the King is having a seriously bad temper fit. I was the only one that could enter without the threat of having something thrown at me, or having my head removed from the rest of me- or anything else violent-related.

I flew into the hall in front of the door and the other guard bowed and cracked the door open. I was not offended, because I knew that it was for safety... For anyone other than me. I slipped into the throne room quietly as the door closed behind me. I cringed at the sight of my Adar.

He was pacing on the landing in front of his throne, up on the dais. His hair was a complete mess, his crown was tossed aside onto his throne, and his hands were clenched. I wondered what could have made him so agitated. I had only done this three times, and each time it had been an extremely serious matter.

I flew up gently and quietly and sat down on the throne, beginning to play with his crown absently. I fingered it and put it on my own golden locks and grimaced at the weight. And all the while I kept my eyes on Adar. I knew that he was aware of my presence. And I knew that he would speak to me if he wished.

He slammed his fist against the wall and growled. "What do I do mîn yeldë? (My daughter) Three of my good soldiers have been killed by a pack of orcs. The Greenwood is not safe right now." He walked over to me and I hopped out of the chair. He sat down and pulled me into his lap, burying his face into my hair. My nose wrinkled for a moment- seriously, what is it with my hair that people love to put their face into it!? Not that I'm really complaining, mind you. I rolled my eyes inwardly but outwardly just hummed softly.

I pulled away and tugged on a lock of Adar's cornsilk-colored hair. He smiled at me slightly and I smiled back, somewhat relieved. I shook my head and pulled a face, fixing his hair and putting the crown back on. He sighed and stood again, me sliding off of his lap and plopping onto the floor. He seemed not to notice and I sat there, arms crossed and a pout on my face, lower lip sticking out.

He turned back to see me there. He chuckled, despite himself, and I stood and began to march for the door in high dudgeon. Until I was scooped up.

"Adar!" I wailed. "I'm 150!" I protested, squirming. He sighed. "Very well, then. But if you leave, I might throw something." He set me down and I leaned against the wall with a resigned look on my face.

"Then do something about it." I said, annoyed.

"About what, mîn yeldë?"

"About the orcs! For the Valar's sake, send me and Legolas out or something!" I exclaimed. I could fight well, if you remember...

He grunted. "As if I really would." I face-palmed.

"Really Adar? We've been in a battle and held out. And no, don't go saying that I died. You know just as well as I do that I didn't." I said severely.

He sighed. "I will-"

"Not risk blah blah blah. You already have! Didn't you just proclaim that three of your soldiers died? Didn't we just come out of a battle not too long ago? We need- alright, as King YOU need- to get rid of the problem from the roots. Not keep cropping the leaves!"

He stared at me for a moment before turning away. He pushed his fingers through his hair. "I had forgotten about how developed your mind is." He muttered under his breath.

I huffed to show that I had heard, but said nothing. He sighed wearily. "The greenwood is not safe now. I am sending you and Legolas away for a while until it is safe again. You will both go to Rivendell." He said decidedly.

"What!?" I was baffled. "What!?" I squeaked. Leave Mirkwood?

He walked over to me and held my arms, staring into my amber eyes before hugging me tightly. "You and Legolas are dear to me." He murmured into my ear. "Please, if just for my sake, do this for me."

I hung my head. I couldn't say no. "Yes, Adar." I whispered meekly.

"Now, go tell Legolas and both of you get ready. You will leave tomorrow." I turned and left quietly, floating through the halls. Well, I comforted myself, at least I had an adventure in front of me.

...

"Legolas!" I called. "Toron!" (Brother)

He was sitting on a wall. "You don't have to go yelling for me, onònë. (Sister) I'm right here." He said lazily, swinging off the wall. He opened his mouth to speak when he saw the expression on my face.

"What is it?" He asked, concerned. I sighed.

"Adar is sending us away to Rivendell tomorrow because the Greenwood isn't safe right now. He told me to get you and to pack for our journey." I replied morosely.

His expression matched mine. "Le-leave?" I frowned at him. "No use complaining or trying to change his mind, toron. You already know that it won't work." He sighed in agreement, and we both went off to get ready.

...

"Father!"

"Yes, Naryl?" Father was currently training several soldiers. It was one of his duties that he had assumed in Mirkwood. Adar was rather happy about it. I suddenly wondered if Father would come with us.

I spilled the whole story again. He raised his eyebrow and looked at me. He bared his teeth and I watched his two small fangs, fascinated. I was always fascinated by those. He could make them look like regular teeth but he preferred the fangs. I guessed it was because they made him feel strong like a dragon again.

"So. It seems as though you will be traveling to safety while I go with the soldiers to get rid of the problem." I frowned. He noticed.

"It is good, Naryl. Neither he nor I can bear to see you hurt- either of you." I sighed.

"Overprotective dads." I mumbled under my breath. "I did fight in a battle."

He chuckled and drew me into a hug. "And we know it. "

I just stayed there for a moment, clutching his tunic. "Be safe Father, okay?"

"Only if you promise the same." I glared up at him. "Can't promise."

"The an neither can I."

"Fair enough."

But now that I think of it, I'm starting to be excited about the trip.

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