next chapter, woohoo! Sorry I didn't update, yesterday, I was rather busy, exams and stuff, you know. Anyway, here's the next update! Yavien and other familiar characters will reappear soon, I promise.

To my Guest: I've found my long-lost twin! Yes! The twins are awesome, aren't they? Yeah, I love Estel as and elf- immortal, whatever. Anyway, I'm disappointed that they didn't put the twins in the movie too. Hope this update suits you! Please review again and thanks!

Chapter 14

"Adar!" A melodious and smooth voice called across the hallway of the halls of Greenwood. It has been many years since the ring has been destroyed and I have given Estel the gift of immortality. As you can guess, the voice calling for the King of Greenwood was mine.

I am now 1,250 years old and Legolas is 1,350. We have still remained quite childish in private, although in public we are composed. Adar thinks we could be more so, but that just doesn't work. Unfortunately. Father is fine, well, Godfather is well, and Yavien, the twins, and Estel are as well.

My brother and I- well, our most major problems now are those of the opposite gender, trying to do our duties in Mirkwood, and what-not. Often we meet each other in out favorite hiding places and sigh about our predicament. Elleths are always trying to catch my brother's eye, and ellons are forever trying to woo me. It's annoying! Not to mention Adar is forever trying to push us to go to Rivendell or Lothlòrien and find some royal to wed. The word royal duly noted.

At the moment, I happen to be in the halls and want to ask Adar a question as he walks along with Father. He turned around and looked at me with a small smile. "Eruanna. What is it, mîn yeldë?" He asked, as I walked up with a smile. I hugged him tightly.

"Did you need me for something today, Adar? I want to go out to the fields for archery practice, but if you need me-" I trailed off. His face became thoughtful.

"Actually, Eruanna, I do need to talk to you, but it can wait until tonight. Meet me in the library after dinner."

"Yes Adar." I replied obediently, then turned to Father. "Father!"

He chuckled as I wrapped my arms around him snugly. "Naryl, my little flame." He murmured into my hair. I smiled and breathed in his scent of fire and smoke, ashes and yet life. It was a smell that comforted me, because I always linked it to the time that I had woken up in his human arms for the first time and felt safe and secure.

"Are you well?"

I grinned up at him. "As well as I can be with ellons chasing me, Adar pushing me to be wed, trying to do my duties in Mirkwood, and trying to find the right soulmate for Fili and Kili." I replied.

It may seem strange to you that the dwarves have lived this long, because they are not immortal, but I learned that because of my fire that day when I had helped them, I had, ahem, kind of manipulated(?) their lifespans to extend for a few millennia, so... Yeah. Don't ask me how! It was only a one case thing!

I shook my head and sighed as Father laughed. "I see. Now go along, Naryl. Be safe!" He growled warningly after me. I shook my head with a laugh as I scurried off. Father could be so gruff at times, but that's one thing I loved about him.

If only I knew that what Adar would tell me tonight would be the turning point of my life.

...

I sat in the library, writing on a piece of parchment in a reply to a letter Lord Thorin had sent to me by a raven, when Adar strode in. I hurriedly finished the last word, rolled it up, tied it to the raven's leg where it sat finishing a bit of corn, and sent it off, turning to Adar.

"Mîn yeldë. I have come to a decision of late." He started without preamble. I twisted my hands suddenly in my lap. These words usually never boded well. "I have decided that it is time I relented to Mithrandir's constant proddings and send you off. It is the perfect time."

I swallowed, mouth dry. Wait, what? What did that mean!?

"I will send you to Lothlòrien to receive training from the Lady Galadriel. There you will stay and learn for a while. You will return when you finish. I believe that this is the best thing to do for you. Smaug has agreed." He turned his profile from the window, and I could see that he was watching to see what my reaction would be. I blinked.

Send me to Lothlòrien? That I didn't mind. Gandalf prodded it? What? Perfect timing? Why? To be away from Legolas for so long? My face fell at the thought. He and I had always been very close. I turned to Adar and spoke slowly.

"If you decide this, Adar, then I will go. I have never disputed your wishes and I will not do so now. But I will miss Toron very much. Why has Mithrandir wanted this? And what will I learn? And what do you mean, perfect timing?" I asked, confused.

He turned to face me fully. "The lady Galadriel has wished for you to learn more about your powers from her now that she is older, and Mithrandir whole heatedly agrees with this. It is also perfect timing because I have received a letter from Lord Elrond of Rivendell, asking for your help. You will learn what he wants in Lothlòrien." He finished, waiting, again, for my reply.

I nodded slowly. "I see. Then I will go, Adar, since it is asked of me and it will please you." I stood and he held out his arms to me. I leaned my cheek against his tunic. "Will I be able to see Toron?" I asked meekly. He chuckled.

"He will visit you as he sees fit, as I know that it is useless to separate you two." He replied. I smiled softly in relief. "Yes, Adar. Thank you."

...

I stood in front of the mirror in my room, looking at myself thoughtfully. I was ready to leave. I had become known all over Greenwood and Rivendell that I was one of the most beautiful elleths. Why I was labled that I don't know.

I had smooth, pale skin; long, delicate fingers; a lithe, slim, body; wide amber eyes; long eyelashes; a slightly tipped up nose; smooth, silky, golden brown hair; and full, red lips. Not as beautiful as Lady Galadriel, that's for sure.

Today I was dressed in my regular traveling clothes- alright, they were more like a rangers clothes. I had them because Estel lived the life of a ranger, although he did often come home to Rivendell- and stopped by in Greenwood when he got the chance. I sometimes joined him for a while when I wanted to check the woods.

I also wore a thin silver band with a small red jewel, and as usual, my Morningstar. No, I haven't given it to anyone. Yeah right.

As I shook myself and hurried out the door, Saphira at my heels, I wondered what my time in Lothlòrien would bring. This was an exiting adventure, and I was eager to start.

...

"Saphira, gîl, hurry up, we're almost there!" I called to the wolf who was sniffing a flower. She looked up with a bark and trotted beside Black Star. Saphira was now an adult wolf, coming up to my hip and as large as a warg. My family was now known for their interesting pets. I couldn't disagree. After all, as I had pointed out to Adar when he had asked me rather incredulously about a WOLF: "Oh, THATS rich. Here says the ellon who rides an ELK."

Anyway, off the point. As Blondie- ahem, Legolas and I trotted into Lothlòrien's outer woods, I marveled at the beautiful Mallorn trees and golden leaves. They whispered greetings to me, and I giggled and returned them. The leaves waved happily, and I ran a hand over the bark with my fire.

As we cantered into the city, I smiled at the talans seated high in the trees and the thought of staying in one.

I swung off of Black Star and patted him as he was led away. Legolas and I turned to see two beings, holding hands, walking towards us. We both bowed deeply.

"Welcome, prince Legolas of the woodland realm. It is a pleasure to see you. Narylfiel, my dear, it is always a pleasure to see you as well." The white lady's voice was pleased. We rose and returned the greetings. As we were both led away by the white lady and lord Celeborn to our talans, I wondered what exactly these days would bring.