Ada,

I wish you could have been there today. Tauriel asked me about my parents, and we told each other about the fates of our parents. You should have been there to tell the story.

"Do you really want to know that happened to my parents?" "Yes. I will tell you of mine, and then you tell me of yours." I sighed. "Alright, but Meleth-

"All will be well. I promise." She interrupted. I sighed and told her the whole story. When I finished it, she looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Lindir… Your parents weren't bonded to each other when they created a child… It that why Elrond was worried about Gilwen?" "I… Yes, Tauriel." "And they fell before they got to say farewell."

"Yes, Meleth. I was left to the safekeeping of Elrond, and I was there when Arwen was born. When I was eight hundred, Elrond gave me Liron's dagger." One tear ran down her face, and I quickly kissed it away. "It is alright, Meleth."

She took a deep breath and then told me her story as I rocked her back and forth.

"When I was only two hundred, I was an exceptional warrior, and my King Thranduil granted me the privilege of riding into battle with my Ada on my left side. My Naneth was the Captain of the Guard, and she rode up front.

As we fought, Naneth tried with all her heart to stay near me, but the battle called us apart. Ada ran with her wherever she went, with the promise that he would return to me. I fought as if I was sparring with Ada, but with more intensity.

I was being attacked by twenty orcs at once, and I could not fight fast enough. I was knocked to the ground soon after they converged on me, and I knew I was going to fall in battle, a young death. I could see most of the army fighting the serpents of the north, Thranduil leading them forward, shouting out commands. As I watched, the side of his face was caught in the dragon-fire, and he fell on his side just as the last serpent fell.

I looked up, and the orcs turned back to me, axes and spears pointing toward my heart. Just as one orc let his weapon fly at me, another elf flung herself between the axe and my wounded body. She fell, her red hair spiraling around her as she landed on the ground. Another elf was fighting towards us; one golden-haired elf fighting towards fiery red spread on the ground.

I stared at the elf lying on the ground, and a realization hit me, just as a spear flew towards her. Naneth. The Captain of the Guard.

She was struggling to breathe, and as more elves joined the fight to save us, even more orcs circled around us. When Ada reached us, I was holding her in my arms, and she was breathing her last breaths. Ada stared at her for a second, and he knew it was too late to save her. He bent over, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and she smiled. He held her hand, and an arrow came towards him, hitting him straight through the heart. He gasped, falling next to the fallen captain.

He smiled at her carefully, and she held his hand tighter, one last time.

As her grip slackened, a smile still upon her face, he closed his eyes for the last time.

I sat there, my breathing growing faster as I knew what had happened. I lashed out at the nearest orc, fighting to my feet. I protected my fallen parents, leaving a promise to kill every last orc sealed in their hearts forever.

When the battle was finally over, a healer found me, and brought me back to the healing tents, where King Thranduil was lying. As I collapsed on the ground, I could feel strong hands lifting me up, and a few moments later, I could hear voices telling me about my broken ribs, and the cut in my calf, and me. The Captain of the Guard.

I fell into darkness, and all I could see was one image. My parents, fallen on the ground, hands twined, smiled upon their faces."

As she finished the story, her tears slowed, and she smiled. "Both of our families fell together. A happy ending."

And I smiled, leaning into her, soon dreaming of a young girl sitting beneath a waterfall, gazing up at the stars that gave her a name.