So sorry about the chapter taking so long, I would write a few sentences, think oh that's rubbish and then start over. I kept thinking should it be from the elves point of view or Natsume's? Should he rest first or shock the beejeezus out of the elves right away? Then finally at like 1 in the morning i was satisfied with how it was going when my computer decided to start configuring? I wasnt to worried because i had autosave but when i reopened it half of what i wrote was gone! I rewrote it but i liked the original better...Haha nothing seemed right, but hopefully this will do well enough. I may also update another short chap today to apologize, not sure yet though :P

Btw Ada is father in elvish.

Natsume was filled with awe, the entire place seemed to glow with a peaceful serenity. The feelings of joy he had when first arriving in the forest had nothing on the feeling of content that this city pulled from him. It was like waking up after a horrible nightmare and realizing everything that had just occurred had only been a dream, heart still pounding, hands still shaking but filled with so much relief it was almost painful. Despite this he knew he could not allow himself to fully believe that all would be well. It was so much more painful to be filled with hope and realize that it was for nothing then to feel no hope at all. Therefore he kept the feeling that was trying so desperately to flare out and fill him from head to toe stamped down.

Estel tightened his hold on him reassuringly before urging his horse on through the gates of Rivendell. They clattered through the many streets, which were filled with others like the twins, like him, tall, stunningly beautiful beings with pointed ears walked the streets of the city calmly. And though a few waved to the three brothers, they did not wave back or even slow down. They made their way to a large and beautiful house; it looked as if the majestic building had one day simply grown from nature. The cool carpet of grass slowly gave way to a soft white stone and trees leaned in eagerly to blanket the sides of the home. We came to a halt and Estel swung off the horse, he gently lifted me off as well but instead of putting me down he quickly drew up the hood of my cloak and held me to his chest. Elladan and Elrohir were soon flanking us and when a stable hand that had come to take the horses looked at me curiously we hurried on.

The house was large and beautiful, dark wood and white stone contrasted and made the whole place seem otherworldly. We passed many rooms on our winding path, one smelled of freshly baked breads and honey, many voices could be heard from the next, all with the same musical quality to their voices that the twins had. We finally arrived at a large door; all three brothers shared a glance and hesitated before Elrohir gave the door a sharp knock.

"Come in," a stern but kind voice sounded from within, and the door slowly opened. The room they entered was a large study, books lined the dark shelves and sunlight seeped in through large windows to gently caress the pages. A man stood behind a great desk, he shared much of the same features as the twins, his long dark hair framed his face and a silver circlet rested atop the inky strands gleaming in the darkness.

"Ah, my sons have finally returned home, earlier than expected. How did the hunt for the orcs go, was your journey successful?" he asked, not seeming to have noticed me yet, he had a full smile on his face, obviously pleased to have his sons home safe and sound.

"No, we came upon something of great importance in the forest, and did not want to risk what we had found in battle," Estel replied, his voice somehow both full of confidence and unsure. He gave the man a meaningful look before he gently set me on my feet and pulled back my hood.

"It cannot be…" the man's eyes had gone wide as he looked first at Estel who nodded grimly and the twins and then back at me. He hurried forward in a movement that startled me; seeming to sense my unease he stopped several feet away and knelt down in front of me. I nervously backed away until I could feel Estel's presence behind me and held his travel cloak in my fist. The man's intense stare made me nervous, was I not supposed to be here? Fear slowly filled me and eclipsed the lingering hope I had.

But then the man spoke again and his voice was soft with not only disbelief but wonder and joy as well and my fear quickly changed to confusion. "An elfling? It's not possible, he looks to be at least eight summers old, how is it we have not heard or celebrated his conception?"

This time the twins responded "We found him alone in the forest, he seemed to have been there for at least several weeks-"

"He was sick with fever, and when we found him he quickly succumbed to his exhaustion-"

"We thought he was a child of men, and tended to his illness-"

"Imagine our surprise when we realized he was an elfling! An elfling alone and sick in the deep woods! We thought he must have been abandoned there-"at these words I flinched, and Estel shot the twins a dark look before cutting off their runaway explanation. "The important thing is that we found him, and he is here now with us safe and sound. His name is Natsume, Natsume this is our father Elrond, Lord of Rivendell."

The man who had looked angered at what the twins had been saying smiled at me gently "Well met young Natsume, it brings me great joy to see you here with us in Rivendell. I hope that you can explain how you came to be alone in the forest, but we will hear your explanations later. For now we will take you to the halls of healing to make sure all is well and then you shall eat and rest, for the journey must have been long for one recovering from illness and doubly so for one so young." With that said he reached for my hand.

My entire being was screaming out to just take his hand, my instincts telling me that I was safe with this man, and that he would die before seeing me come to harm. But a small part of me still feared hurt; they had been kind so far but many had appeared to be kind at first, their neglect always hurt more. I shrunk back further into Estel; Elrond slowly retracted his hand and smiled at me sadly before standing up. "The halls of healing are this way, follow me," and he walked past us into the hall and further into the house.

Estel P.o.V

The child was now asleep in a spare room; he had no trace left of the fever he suffered from in the forest and aside from the malnourishment was healthy. He had seemed nervous to be alone but had calmed slightly when we told him we would only be a couple doors down. Now we were all back in the study, Ada was shaking his head, "How could this have happened? The child is so wary of us; does he not know we are elf-kind? The Eldar would never hurt a child; does he not know that he is now safe? And his condition! The people who have done this must be found, I know that half of Rivendell would empty to hunt down those who would ever think to bring harm to an elfling, if not all of the elvish communities. How could this have happened?" he said bitterly shaking his head again and softly murmured "His conception should have brought celebration and feasts for years and years, he should not have any knowledge of fear or darkness and yet those feelings seem to be the most prominent!" His gracefulness seemed to seep away slowly as he let himself sag in disbelief and pain.

"He told us his parents are dead and that he lived with distant relatives, although that does not explain anything it was all he told us aside from his name, how he ended up alone in the forest is a mystery," I began to explain, although it wasn't much of an explanation.

"Elladan and I believe that he must have been taken in by some other race, and then once he began to show how different he was to other people they began to grow afraid and dumped him in the forest. Many people are superstitious and fear that which they know nothing about… Not many have knowledge of elf-kind" I was surprised at Elrohir's words, somber and full of wisdom, it was not something I had thought about, but would make much sense.

"We must wait for him to wake before we can ask questions, and even then they may not be fully truthful for he is very wary of us. For now I should contact the other elvish communities, they may have some knowledge of the elfling, although why they would have chosen to hide it is beyond me. If they don't know then they will soon and we shall decide together what should be done." With that Ada dismissed us, so that we may rest and eat as well, and he could get on with sending out the news, that an elfling had been found.

" 'Why don't you come live with me?' … Why would she say that? She mustn't know much about me…There were a lot of people who were kind to begin with…No they were probably all good people, but…I don't want to see…the disappointment in their eyes anymore. I don't really…want to meet kind people anymore…" Natsume ch 30