So this is my tiny extra apology chapter! Here it is!

I think in 3-4 chapters I may do a time skip, just a warning…then again I may not lol.

Normal point of view

Everyone was confused and nervous; Elrond had called a gathering of all the elves in Rivendell who could make it. Although he didn't call it urgent, when Elrond called these meetings everyone went, for it was usually large news. The last time a meeting had been called it was to announce he had adopted Aragorn, later renamed Estel, the time before it was to announce the grave news that his wife Celebrian had set sail for the undying lands, too ill at heart to stay in Middle Earth. They all anxiously waited for him to stand and announce what all this was about. He waited a moment longer as if unsure how to start and then finally stood, the entire room held its breath, would the news bring about joy or grief?

"Welcome all, and thank you for coming on such short notice for I have strange but joyous news to share with you all. This night my sons have returned home from hunting orcs and have told me that their mission was a failure but not without good reason… They tracked the orcs through the forest when they came upon another set, too small to be an orc's footprint. They followed the tracks and to their great surprise came upon a child!" the entire room was filled with soft muttering and exclamations of disbelief, Elrond paused and waited for the room to quiet once more. "There is more, the child was alone and sick with fever, when they began treat the boy they realized something else…"With this he again seemed unsure, it was something they had never seen in their leader before, it was obvious he was struggling to find the right thing to say, but he always had words at the ready and it was strange to see him speechless.

Finally he seemed to reach a decision, "this child was no child of men, but an elfling." He finished bluntly and the room was silent. After a great pause the room was filled with noise once again, much louder than the soft murmurings of before, all the elves voices were raised clamoring to be heard. Some began to weep or even dance in joy at the discovery of an elfling, others seemed furious at the brief mention of what he must have suffered, all wanted answers. One elf stood amongst the others and when his voice raised all others around him quieted in respect, his long golden hair stood out amongst the other brown and raven haired elves. "Silence, if you want to hear what has become of the elfling then let Lord Elrond finish his tale!" his fair voice echoed in the hall and all were silent once more.

"Thank you Glorfindel, although it is an understandable reaction, an elfling abandoned in the woods! It is an outrage how he was found, alone and sick with fever! But yes an Elfling of only eight summers has arrived in Rivendell, we know nothing of how he came to be alone in the forest and all he has told us is that his parents have passed on and his name is Natsume. He is wary of all he does not know, so I beg you not to approach him too quickly, speak too loudly, or pay him any unnecessary attention; for it will not do to cause him more pain. Elladan, Elrohir and Estel treated him well as one would expect; by the time young Natsume arrived into our city he was clear of all illness and relatively comfortable in their presence. I have already sent word to our friends in Lothlorien (sp?) and Mirkwood to find out if they had knowledge of an elfling in Middle Earth and until such news has arrived he shall stay with me and my family in Rivendell. I hope with time he will grow comfortable in the presence of all elves and that whatever memories that haunt him now will soon be forgotten." He finished his speech at last and dismissed the elves after thanking them for their attendance. Some stayed in the hall to quietly absorb the unbelievable news, others quickly left talking excitedly. Elrond sighed and headed for his own room, it had been a long day and he would gladly welcome sleep.

Natsume P.o.V

There was a sharp knock at the door and I startled awake, I was in an unfamiliar but comfortable room and I could see sunlight and could hear birdsong filtering through the windows. Nervously I softly called a "come in" and the door swung open, it was Estel!

"Estel! Good morning," I said happily, I had had a tiny fear that after the three brothers dropped me off and made sure I was well they would disappear and leave me with strangers.

"Good morning to you too little one, I am sorry to have woken you but I have brought you a fresh change of clothes and breakfast is to be served soon," he replied to my cheery greeting, he looked a bit surprised and very pleased as he handed me some clothes. The clothes were soft and gently worn, it was unlike anything he had worn before but from what he had seen of the other elves it was normal around here. Green Leggings and breeches and a soft tunic, all slightly covered by a long brown cloak, it was comfortable and easy to move in and I thanked Estel profusely as I lightly touched the fabric. I was also given a pair of sturdy boots, like the clothes they were comfortable and fit well. Estel smiled at me after I finished changing and exited my room, I hesitantly reached for Estel's hand which he gave to me readily. It was rough with calluses but warm and gentle and he guided me again through the crisscrossing halls of Elrond's home.

With proper rest and food the same playful energy that had filled me on my long trek in the forest returned to me with a vengeance, and I could not help but marvel at everything we had rushed by yesterday. I pulled Estel to look more closely at a piece of the wooden wall that had warped slightly and looked strangely like a face, large archways opened into small gardens with trickling streams and the whole place radiated peace and life. I skipped and laughed openly and Estel soon joined in as we walked closer to the breakfast hall. His face which had mostly been grim or set in a focused frown on the journey to Rivendell now deepened into laugh lines that made his eyes sparkle and entire demeanor look less menacing. It put me at ease to see him so comfortable, if one so used to being alert for danger could be so relaxed then it must be safe to do so as well. The whole world narrowed to the two of us, young child and gentle man and nothing else existed, for the moment all was well.

But it was not to last, for soon they reached their destination, the breakfast hall. Many voices could be heard filtering through the large doors, all merry and musical. Some were playful and others calm but all sounded kind, despite this I still felt almost sick to my stomach with nervous tension. I could hear neither Elladan or Elrohir's voice nor the voice of their father, each voice inside the room was strange and new and the fact I couldn't look forward to something familiar filled me with dread. I had never done well in large crowds, my freakishness more apparent with the larger quantity of people to compare me to. Estel smiled at me gently "You ready?" he asked me and his voice filled me with determination, his kindness made me want to be kind, to be good and to be looked upon fondly. I nodded and he began to open the door.

"'It's a big house this, and very peculiar. Always a bit more to discover, and no knowing what you'll find round a corner. And Elves, sir! Elves here, and Elves there! Some like kings, terrible and splendid; and some as merry as children…"Sam, LotR, Fellowship of the Ring Book 2 Chapter 1. Just a small explanation, I love the elves because of this description, and others similar to it. All the elves are at least 1000 years old, it's been awhile since I've read the books but I don't think any were younger than that. Yet they can still retain childishness, they can still be playful and merry and happy. Always singing with their musical voices but when the situation calls for it they are "terrible and splendid." I don't know how to explain how much I love the way they are described by Tolkien :P