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Chapter 4

"So, Yavien, Estel, can you show me around Rivendell? It's a beautiful place- at least, what I've seen of it so far."

Estel grabbed my hand and started dragging me off, babbling about his home. Yavien and I grinned at each other and followed, while I listened to Estel and Saphira bounded around our feet, following and barking once in a while happily.

We rounded a corner to see Elladan and Elrohir there, snickering. They laughed with us as we told them about Legolas' face. "We were wondering when he's ever gonna find you two." Yavien said with a grin.

"Not for a while, we're hoping... Oh, here he comes. Gotta go!" They exclaimed in unison and scurried off.

"Toron? Really, you should be with us, not running around the hallways and yelling!" I scolded, grabbing his arm and dragging him along with us. He sighed and gave up on his search, following after us.

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It's been several days. The twins, Yavien, Estel, and I have totally bonded like siblings, and we've been pranking Erestor only once a day, true to my word. We prank anyone we can, including the cook, who we run from as soon as we relish the sight of his face. Priceless!

All of our pranking has now led to the prank wars, which is Legolas, Yavien, and I versus the twins and Estel. Needless to say, the girls have the best ideas while Legolas has the best strategies. And we have the best witty retorts.

Lord Elrond looks both amused and frazzled whenever we run by, shrieking and laughing with glee, and Yavien tells me that he always looks so whenever a prank is pulled. I retorted that it was because Imaldris was supposed to be peaceful, but he just so happened to have children that are the very opposite of the word. She smacked me, but dissolved in laughter nonetheless.

Saphira is always helping us in our pranks, because as far as Erestor is concerned, all we have to do is put her in the library and his day is in havoc. She leads him on a grand chase through the shelves until he catches her, boots her out, and shuts the door with a slam. She trots back to us proudly while we all collapse, shrieking in laughter, because she always manages to come back with a shred of his tunic clutched in her teeth. Teehee.

"What other people usually stay in Rivendell?" I asked one afternoon, sitting by the window.

We were in Yavien's room. The twins were sprawled comfortably on her bed; she was sitting next to me, both of us working on our sewing, which we detested but did anyway; Legolas was perched on the seat of her vanity, kicking the legs of the stool; and Estel was playing tug-of-war on the carpet with Saphira.

"Many." Retorted Elladan, with a lazy grin.

"Mmph." Elrohir agreed noncommittally.

I rolled my eyes. "All kinds of people." Yavien agreed. "Lords, ladies, men, orcs- just kidding!" She laughed. "Well, all the rest is true, though. Actually, there's someone you haven't met yet. I don't think you will before you leave, because he's off with some others on a five-month patrol. The Golden Lord, Glorfindel, the Balrog Slayer."

As she finished, a series of pictures suddenly flashed into my head. My head whirled, from a picture I had seen in the room that contained the broken sword, of an elf that fought against a Balrog; my mental vision zoomed in on the picture, and it came alive. It panned out onto a huge battle scene, of dragons fighting against men, of a city being destroyed with fire, screams, shouts, and roars piercing the air, with clangs of steel and metal, of the smell of blood and fire. The feeling of grief penetrated me, and an onslaught of emotions rushed though me. Pain, sorrow, grief, anger, determination to fight.

I came back to as it snapped away, leaving me feeling dizzy and hollow. The ground rushed up at me, but I was caught by a pair of arms. I sat back up, one hand on my head and the other on my chest. "Onònë?"

I looked up to see all of them looking at me worriedly. I smiled at them weakly. "I'm fine. That was- wierd."

I told them about it, and their eyes widened. "That's the story of how Gondolin was destroyed in the first age!" Exclaimed Legolas. I remembered the story.

"Yeah, that was it." I agreed. I shrugged. "Well, it was interesting, anyway." They all nodded as we went back to what we were doing.

"Toron, don't you think we ought to be getting at least one letter by now?" I asked morosely, staring out the window. He sighed.

"I don't know. Adar isn't one to really write so much, though." I opened my mouth to reply when I saw a flutter of red outside the window. I perked up and cheered as a fiery Phoenix swept into the room, a white envelope clutched in its talons. Dropping it into my hand, it disappeared with a puff of smoke.

"Cool!" Estel exclaimed, running over and pulling himself into my lap. Saph barked and sat on the floor next to my chair.

I opened it, noting the twins sitting up and Legolas and Yavien peering over my shoulders. "This one's from Adar." I began to read.

Legolas, Eruanna,

Greetings. We are on patrol for the spiders and orcs. We have cleared out several nests and gotten rid of the pack that caused the trouble. Several warg groups have been killed by the shapeshifter Beorn as well. Are the both of you well? I should be able to call for you in a month or so.

Yours, Thranduil.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "Really, Adar? That's all you say!?" I groaned. Legolas laughed. "Told you so." He replied smugly. "Hush up." I retorted, reading the next.

Naryl, Legolas,

Almost all is done and well. Have you both stayed out of trouble? I expect to hear from you soon, my little flame. Be safe and I hope to see you soon. I miss you both. Killing orcs and spiders have not been as fun as it would have been had you been here. Things have been too calm in Mirkwood for my liking- I cannot help but suspect that the same cannot be said for Rivendell. Kili and Fili have attempted to visit- they were not pleased that you were sent to Rivendell instead of to them. I personally am relieved that you are stirring up trouble there rather than in Erebor- all of the work they have done would be ruined within days.

Smaullegant

I collapsed laughing while Legolas, through his own laughter, explained the jokes to the others, who were soon adding their own laughter to mix with ours. I had joked with Father once that he had so many names as a dragon that to combine them would mean hilarity and confusion. Therefore, I had tried a few: combining Smaug the Elegant into Smaullegant; Smaug the Inaccessibly Wealthy into Smaucessably Wealthy; and so on and so forth- it is now a common saying in Erebor, Laketown, and Mirkwood to describe a ridiculously rich person as being Smaucessably Wealthy. Needless to say, I laughed every time I heard it.

Legolas and I settled down to write replies. Here are mine- I will leave it to you to guess what Legolas' said.

Adar-

Can you not write a longer letter to your own children!? Really, Adar!? I expected better! Not that I can do anything about it- but that is off the subject. Yes, both of us are well. I told you that I was right not to promise you not to get into trouble- we are already caught in a series of prank wars, and are effectually disturbing the peace of Imaldris. And having unaccountable fun. My best one yet, Adar- because I am sure you will want to hear of it- is when I stole Lord Elrond's coronet for the day. I slipped it back into his room the next day. Don't worry- he thinks of me as one of his children, so he has not yet guessed which one of us has done it- his own children are rather gleeful about my daring escapade. Are you not proud, Adar? I can be an extremely good spy! I am glad that you have found the problems and gotten rid of them. Did you tell Beorn hello for me? Not that I would really expect him to know me, but one of his ponies do. Anyway, I have taken enough if your kingly time, I am sure. Be sure to compare letters with Father.

Love, your yeldë, Eruanna.

And to Father:

Father, Smaullegant-

I am afraid to admit that I have not stayed 'out of trouble,' as you so gracefully put it, but I have been dragged into prank war after prank war with Lord Elrond's children. I will not bore you with details as I am sure you will compare letters with Adar. I am glad that you have been getting rid of the orcs and spiders, and I wish I could be there with you. I have been safe, I promise. I have had one encounter with orcs- easily taken care of. No problem. You are correct to think that Imaldris has not been so peaceful... I am really ashamed that you think so little of dwarven architecture, Father! If Kili and Fili come again soon, tell them that I miss them and expect to receive a letter or visit from them as soon as they are able, okay? And now, as I am sure that you are busy,

Your little flame, Narylfiel.

Both of us sent our letters out by a Phoenix and resumed talking with the others, laughing. Yes, it had been a very good day. I couldn't help but ponder what the vision thing meant, though.