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Happy Reading guys! And beware of the weasel…

Gwaenor checked on his sister once again. For the fifth time today. She barely slept let alone ate. It worried him. Two weeks had already passed. A number of incidents occurred. Little things. Terrible as they were. A rabbit's foot had been left on Ivoriel's nightstand about two nights after the incident at the king's dinner. Gwaenor had removed it before she could see it. but he was too late she had already seen it and later her hand mirror being so cracked whatever the reflection mirrored was a broken being.

They were just little things. But one thing Gwaenor had succeeded in covering up was the bloody leaves and flowers. That wasn't pretty, he shuddered at the memory. He noticed no real change in his sister though, she did more seem quiet and fidgety lately. The light faded from her somewhat. Perhaps from the stress. He didn't know. He hope Aewenel would be back soon. Ivoriel stared blackly at the pages of her book. He left her alone for now as he didn't want to scare her. He had his eyes on another.

'Moriel. She was a strange Elleth… very strange.' Gwaenor thought suspiciously. Now that he thought about it. Besides himself and his own Ada. No one but the Moriel had access to their chambers. 'interesting.' he thought.

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I stopped reading my book a while ago. The storybook which I loved held no comfort anymore. I placed it on the table next to me and stood. I should probably really eat something. Maybe if I went to the kitchens, it would be safe to eat something from there. Hopefully there won't be any beetles or grasshopper wings or anything in my food. I felt an anxious weight tighten in my chest as I left the closure of my room and headed for the kitchen.

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I became lost in my own thoughts and of course I wasn't watching where I was going. The results weren't nice when I collided with some. I caught myself before I could fall. But I couldn't say the same for the Elleth I so rudely bumped into.

"I am so sorry!" I said helping her stand. I didn't realise who it was. It was Estennil. Gwaenor's future bride. I tried extremely hard to not smile or even laugh.

"Ivoriel! I am not hurt." she said happily. She was very beautiful. Long dark hair and azure like eyes. I smiled weakly.

"That is reassuring…" I replied thankfully. I let go of her arm and double checked she was ok. Her smile brightened and I could see why Gwaenor liked her so much. Her happiness was infectious.

"This is a very beautiful." She said lightly touch the necklace Thranduil gave me. I smiled at her. She seemed genuine.

"Thank you. It was a gift…" I replied softly.

We chatted for almost an hour and it so turns out that she was just about to see Gwaenor. I couldn't keep the smirk from forming.

"I was going to ask him if he would like… to go to the winter festival… with me tomorrow." She said nervously. I internally smirked. Oh this was perfect! So so perfect!

"I am positive he would love to." I said, hinting it greatly. She caught on rather quickly.

"Oh! Oh! I see." She said, beaming like the sun. At least I had made someone's day, judging by the look on her face. She straightened quickly and excused herself. I almost giggled.

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For some time now I could feel eyes on me. Yet I saw no one. No one passed and I heard nothing. But I knew someone was there. I could feel the presence of another. I decided not to turn to see who it was, as I knew I would not find them. Instead I continued on. I decided not to go to the kitchens. Instead the garden. The very same where Malenor introduced me to Naneth. I missed her. Most of the plants were covered in frost. The flowers weren't in bloom either. It held a sad type of beauty. Flowers reminded me of mortals. Who were bound to die at some point.

The tree had grown larger since I had been here last. No leaves were present on its branches. The stones felt cold to the touch, but had no effect on me. I don't know how long I was there for, I observed and admired the marble, the frost, and the frozen plants. The oncoming night and the soft lightening of stars captivating my attention instantly.

"Ivoriel!" I heard my name being called. The feeling of being watched never disappeared. I longed to know who it was. Who was terrorising me. I turned in the direction of the voice. It was Estennil again.

"Estennil!" I greeted eagerly. I wonder how their meeting went…

"Well?" I asked excitedly. Ah I couldn't wait to see Gwaenor. I squashed down the evil smirk wanting to cross my lips.

"Gwaenor said yes! He said he would love to! I thought he would refuse… but he seemed so happy." She said almost dreamily. Her grin got bigger and I couldn't help one in return.

"I told he would not refuse." I said cheekily, playing with the lace on my dress.

"Yes you did! I feel silly for doubting it." she replied. Estennil looked around at the garden. I could feel myself liking her so much more. The appreciation of the surrounding beauty gleamed in her eyes. We sat for a while with our own thoughts.

"Gwaenor said you were going to the kitchen… do you mind if I come with you?" she asked, she bit her lip slightly.

"No not at all." I said standing to leave. I brushed a tiny layer of snow that had settled on my shoulders and hair. Suddenly in the corner of my eye I could see the shadow. It was a person and something about the shape looked very familiar. Too familiar. I turned back to Estennil and offered to go. So we left. The shadow following.

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Thranduil easily found himself distracted by the thoughts of Ivoriel. He felt a strange tugging sensation. She reminded him so much of his wife. How she talked, walked even moved. It was very distracting. He wanted to see her, talk to her. But he knew it would be improper. He remember the soft feel of her hands on his, then her soft lips ghosting across his skin. 'I will see her and soon.' But the escape of the dwarves continued to irk him. He couldn't focus on her. It has been foreseen that the dragon will be awaken. War was approaching.

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Soft singing could be heard all around in the woodland realm. It hurt Moriel's ears. She wished they would stop. She had tailed Ivoriel to the kitchen. Only she never realised that she had stepped too far into the light in the garden. Not enough to clearly see her. But enough. Moriel grew even more frustrated. She was running out of time. She knew the king was growing increasingly attached to her.

She balled her hands into fists. 'It will not do!' she stormed off in the opposite direction. It was time to take things to the next level.

I struggled to write this chapter. But hopefully it turned out ok! Would love to know your thoughts? I have already started the next one! Next I think will be the festival… and a little drama

Until next time