Thranduil, Lord Celeborn, Lady Galadriel, and Elrond were all sitting on a private stone balcony, away from any others, safe from wandering elves and their curious ears.

Legolas was at a separate table, sitting with Elladan, and while he attempted to imitate his father, he squirmed and was obviously bored.

Thranduil studied Elrond.

"What is she?" He asked, still very intrigued by the little girl they had seen.

Elrond sighed, and Lord Celeborn leaned slightly forward, awaiting an answer.

He slowly began. "She is, quite frankly, a mystery. She is partly elvish, though she gets cold, and sick. Her parents were killed, by Uruk hai most likely. Elohir found her, when he was exploring the plains in the West. It appeared that she had walked from wherever she had come from, all alone."

He frowned. "No child should be alone, especially not when the attacks in these parts have been growing. It saddens me to think she had gone through that."

He thought for a moment.

"She has control of the elements, through her hands. But it's not just that- it's her eyes. When she is scared, her eyes turn grey. When she is sad, her eyes become blue, such as water. It... it broke my heart to see.

When Elohir brought her to Rivendell, and I asked where she came from, she didn't say anything, but I saw them. They were blue, brimming with tears.

I pray to the Valar she never has to cry again."

He slouched somewhat, and brought his hands together, clasping them tightly.

Lord Celeborn spoke then, surprising everyone.

"Can she control her gift?"

Elladan stood up, walking to his father. All eyes were on him as he answered, "Not yet."

Thranduil narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, not yet?"

Elrond shook his head at his son, who went back to his table with Legolas.

Legolas, looking up, appeared to be in a trance.

"She was beautiful," the elfling said off-handedly, playing with a peice of a fallen petal in front of him.

Thranduil turned, while the Lord and Lady smiled. Elrond raised his eyebrows.

"What?" Thranduil asked, his eyes cold.

"I said she was beautiful, Ada. You tell me to only say the truth, so I was just being honest."

Elladan laughed out loud, but Legolas didn't blush or hide on embarrassment. Instead, he remained still, and passive, which was quite unlike his normal behavior.

The Lady spoke then, directing her comment at Elrond. "When she is older, I would like her to visit Lothlorién. I could teach her to be a lady, a dignified diplomat, and to have control of her abilities. She must learn."

He nodded, though his eyes betrayed him. He didn't want to let his little storm leave.

Thranduil nodded as well. "If you would agree to it, I would have her become a healer, or a warrior. Her powers, if contained, could be a great asset in battle."

Elrond looked towards him, his suspicion obvious.

That's when Lord Celeborn added, "And I will teach her all there is to know about the history of the elves, and their magic. Her future will he unlike any other."

Elrond raised himself from his chair, putting a thumb to his chin, apparently deep in thought. The other three watched him, the boys talking to each other.

"That's what's so confusing. Her future -even with my complexity of foresight- isn't there. She is the only elf who does not have an insight into their destiny.

This means she is to make her own, and no one will know if she will be a force of good or evil.

Her powers have been kept secret, with the exception of my personal assistants. She could be used for them, taken and enslaved.

Yet I would die before that would happen."

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