Chapter One

The low clouds covering the upper heights of the land emphasized the name given to the highest known chain of mountains, Hithaeglir-the Misty Mountains, to men.  They hung like a gauzy curtain, shifting form with the wind.  The swirling eddies gave the view upwards a surreal feel.  It daunted any not used to the majesty of the sweeping peaks.  The stiff breeze tearing down the narrow valley carried a promise of the coming season.  It swept over the ground stirring up loose gravel and leaves left over from the preceding winter. 

    The valley below was bathed in shadow.  It had been so for several days.  The sun hid behind the heavy drape of clouds.  No rain fell, but neither did sunlight.  All life held its breath waiting for the change.

    The mountains lay within sight of many settlements.  The grandeur of Imladris; the mystery of Lothlórien; the disquiet of Isengard; the humbleness of Misty Haven, the edain village east of Imladris, all lay under the watchful eye of the range of mountains.  To some, it was a daunting sight.  To others, a comfort.  To some, it was just home.  To one, it was a stop on the journey to her destiny.

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    Ela woke to the sound of running water.  Sitting up, she winced.  Remembering the night before, she groaned.  Would she never learn?  Wine was not one of the things she tolerated well.  A birthday was not a good enough excuse for the suffering she was sure would follow her day.  She gingerly felt for her robe.  Ah, there it was-dancing beyond her reach.  She lunged for the robe, tripping over her shoes.  The “dancing” robe turned out to be a mere chair.  Wrapping the soft material around her chilled body, she slipped her feet into the shoes.  Walking from her bedroom, she shuffled to the small kitchen.  Ah, hot water.  She would be sure to say thank you.  Fixing a pot of tea, Ela looked over the letters on the table.  Turning at a noise behind her, she smiled.
    “Good morning, Grandmother.”

    “I am surprised to see you up so early.  You were quite late last night.”  Elestra looked closely at the younger woman.  Satisfied she was all right, she continued. 

“Your father was asking about you.  He noticed you had left.”
    “Did he ask long?  I did not mean to upset him, but there was something that caught my interest.”

“I am sure,” Elestra laughed.  “What are your plans for the day?”

“I think I shall go riding.  It has been too long.  I feel the need to run along the upper meadows.  Maybe I will bring back some conies for supper.”

“I think you are expected elsewhere for supper.”

Ela gave a small pout.  “This is the first day I have had to myself in months.  Do you think he would mind if I was absent?”

“I think he would send out search parties.”  Elestra smiled.  The girl rubbed at being confined so much.  No, not a girl any longer.  She watched as Ela went back to her bedroom.

Lady Elrénia had changed little.  At first glance, it was easy for strangers to dismiss her.  Other than her hair, she had nothing physical to draw one.  However, her temperament and willingness to help others set her apart.  She had become a presence in the town at the west end of the valley.  Her reputation as a healer had enabled her to meet many she would not have met in Lórien.  However, not many knew her.  While friendly and willing to aid any who asked, she jealously guarded her private time.  Very few were allowed to infringe upon her solitude.

She carried her small frame with pride, the muscles hidden beneath the sleeves of her robe.  She could ride with the best and shoot better than most other elleth.  She distained the servants that her father employed, doing most of her own work.  She allowed Garan, her father’s gardener to tend to the grounds, but only because she had no time to do so herself.  The muscles she had built up had not come from the fields alone.  She had insisted on helping with the building of her house.  From laying the foundation, to finishing the roof, she had been in on all of it.  She could lovingly caress a wall support, knowing that she personally helped raise it and nailed it in place.  It was a mark of pride that she had no qualms showing off.  Her house was hers because she had helped create it.

Ela returned to the kitchen dressed in her riding clothes- soft grey flannel riding pants and a grey tunic.  Even her boots were grey.  It was as if she were trying to hold onto a past that she had left behind.  Her coppery-gold hair was twisted upon her head, leaving her face clear.  The bright blue eyes glanced around the room.  All was as it should be.  Ela sighed in contentment.  Only one thing seemed missing, and she would see him later. 

“I will see you later, Grandmother,” she said, bending to kiss the proffered forehead.  “I shall return for dinner.  You may tell him.”

“Please, be careful.  I do not like it when you ride in the upper reaches.”

“I will.  And, the horse is sure-footed.  He has not fallen once.”

“Have a good ride.”

Ela waved.  Turning, she left the kitchen, going through the dining room.  This was vastly different from the small kitchen.  There was seating enough for twenty comfortably.  One thing drummed into her at an early age was the importance of dining.  It not only satisfied a natural need, but also served as a very social event.  Even dinners with the family had been a chance to catch up on the day’s events, discuss problems, review lessons learned.  Dinner was an important part of the day.

The family room was no less grand.  A huge fireplace lined one wall.  Another held shelves of books from all over the known world, and a few from lands not so well known.  A large cabinet held liquors from various realms.  Ela herself did not indulge often, but she did entertain enough to keep something on hand.  The carpets lining the floor were worn with use.  The furniture was solid, but showing the wear of many happy gatherings.

To the rear of the house were the bedrooms used by her and Elestra.  Her small one contained a cabinet filled with bottles and a few favourite books.  A larger wardrobe held her trousers and tunics with just enough room to hang a few dresses.  The open window gave passage to whichever cat wanted in at the time. 
     Next to her room was another small room for her grandmother, when she chose to visit.  It was similarly furnished and kept open and ready at all times.
    Upstairs were the guest rooms.  Three smaller ones that were kept for storage.  There was a master room waiting for the time a man would finally come home to possess it.  It was as large as the two rooms downstairs combined.  It contained two beds and a wardrobe.  The guests this room had seen over the years would astound the average landowner.  For such an unassuming dwelling, quite a parade of visitors had travelled through; elves…Dwarves…Hobbits.  It was even rumoured that some more unsavoury characters had passed through.  None had the temerity to ask, and Ela was, as ever, not very forthcoming with her private doings. 

Glancing around the family room once more, Ela went to the closet where she kept her bow.  Closing the door behind her, she sighed in satisfaction.  Glancing up at the overcast sky however, caused a frown.  The hope that rain did not spoil her ride ran through her head.

  
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    Returning home, Ela bathed and dressed for dinner.  Her grandmother was already gone, so Ela set out on the walk across the valley to her father’s home.  Glancing up at the heights, she admired the vast dwelling.  She never grew tired of the beauty of the home.  Nestled in folds of the mountains themselves, the building of rock and wood seemed a work of nature, rather than one of flesh and blood.  The entire front of the edifice was made up of glass, surrounded by well-laid stone.  The terrace itself was nearly as large as the house.  Ela smiled, thinking of the tea parties that very terrace had hosted.  One, she remembered fondly, had included the vaunted Lord Celeborn of Lórien.  Now, thinking back, she was appalled at her temerity.  But, back then, she had been but a child, looking to find new friends.   

She had crossed the wide meadow and was now approaching the road leading to Imladris.  Gathering up her skirts and started up the stairs leading to the balcony, Ela remembered the first time she had come up those stairs, in Elrohir’s arms.  A mere child that would be mistaken for far fewer than her ten years.  She had come many miles since that day.  Many memories crowded her thoughts- the good and the bad.  She turned at a slight noise behind her.  She saw an ellon gaining on her.  She turned back and continued up the stairs.  Ever uneasy with heights, she did not move as quickly as another would.  Her breath became short and her hand shook slightly.  Hearing footsteps behind her, she gave a small start and turned, finding herself looking levelly into the face of one of the fairest elves she had ever seen.

“I am sorry, my lady,” he said.  “I did not mean to startle you.”  His voice was soft and melodious.  He was struck by her very un-elven appearance 
    Ela felt her breath catch.  “No, it is my fault,” she answered, her voice even softer.

“No, I should have backed off a bit.”

“It would not be an issue, if I did not loathe climbing the stairs.”
    “You do not like the heights?”  His voice carried surprise.  “I cannot imagine an elf fearful of heights.”

“Yes, well, you are not the only one.”

“I apologize for my rudeness.  My name is Legolas.”

Ela started.  “Then you would be Thranduil’s son.  I have always wanted to visit Mirkwood.”  Damn, she sounded like a girl.  Not at all proper.

“Mirkwood would be graced by a visit from you.”

Gaining her composure, she turned back up the stairs.  He followed at a slight distance, giving her space.  At the top of the staircase, she paused.
    “Are you all right, my lady?”  He began to suspect who she was.
    As she turned, he was struck once again with her.  He took in her stature and fair skin.  The freckles skipping across her nose and cheeks gave her a mischievous look.  Her pale gold hair held enough copper glints to make her bloodlines suspect.  But her eyes held him in thrall.  They were so deep and blue, deep enough to drown in.  Ah, yes.  He had heard rumours of Lórien’s half-elven women, each of them different in their own way. His father may shun contact with his cousins to the west, but that did not mean that there was none between their peoples.  Several of the couriers had spoken of Ela and Meliel in passing.  Mostly it was the joke that Ela had captured Rúmil’s heart, when it was well known that he had dallied with young hopefuls in both kingdoms.  He had garnered quite a reputation even in Mirkwood for broken hearts.  Then it all stopped.  Abruptly.  And, if the rumours concerning the two of them were true, he could see why.  While she did not physically resemble her father in any way, saving the eyes, she drew one’s attention nonetheless.  Her hair; her skin; even her petite shape was so different, it was intriguing.

“No.  I... mean yes.”  She closed her eyes until the dizzy spell ended. 
    “Ela, are you well?”   She looked up to see Haldir standing in front of her.  He took a moment to nod to Legolas.

“I will be fine.  It always takes me just a few minutes to adjust.”  She smiled up at him.  “See?  All better now.  Thank you.”  She took the arm Haldir offered her and went with him to the door.

Legolas followed them into Elrond’s house.  They walked down the broad corridor to the Hall of Fire, where Elrond was waiting with Erestor and his lady.  Ela left her escort to approach her father.  She did not know he had watched her progress up the stairs with concern.  Giving her a kiss, he nodded to Legolas. 
    “Welcome, Legolas.  It is good to see you, again.”  Elrond was warm in his welcome.  “We see you so rarely.  Has your father something for us?”  Whatever the feelings Thranduil had for the other realms, Legolas had ever held Elrond in esteem. 
    “He might have had, had he known I was coming.  He frowns on my visits, so I do not always tell him.  I am here on my own.”  His grin showed just a trace of irreverence.
    “Oh.  And what draws you here, now?”  There was a glint of amusement in his eyes.
    “Curiosity, my lord.  Things are slow at home, and I desire a bit of excitement, so I decided to go exploring.”

“And what have you discovered so far?”

“That Lórien hides more secrets than are suspected.  For example, you know my father has allowed men to settle parts of Mirkwood.  Moreover, we know Lórien will not.  Yet, there are persistent rumours that even they have that which they once did not.  It is well known that Lórien may hold many things, but a word is not one of them.  And now I find that the reason for a visit to Lórien is no longer there, but here.”

“And what do you think of your discovery?”

“That I have not actually been introduced.  It is a poor way to begin, do you not think?”  He managed to throw just enough humour into his tone of voice to not offend.  The grin he gave Elrond did not hurt.  The Lord of Imladris laughed.
    Erestor stood and addressed Legolas.  “Well met, Lord Legolas.  You are a courtier worthy of even Imladris.  Do you not agree, Elrond?”

“Very much so,” he smiled.  He stood and took Ela’s hand.
    “Ela, this is Lord Legolas of Mirkwood, Thranduil’s son.  Legolas, may I present Lady Elrénia, my cousin and daughter of Dorlandad.  She is also the heir to the throne of the Indrel.”

“Would that not make you a princess?” Legolas asked, a gleam in his eye.  He had caught the wince she gave at the last title.  It was apparent even to one who did not know her that she found it distasteful.

“It would, if I cared.  I do not.  I do not care for the subject at all.  It seems royalty is much overrated, in my opinion, present company excepted.”  She said this quietly, with no sign of disrespect towards either Elrond or Legolas.  Elrond had been through the attempts of the Indrel to cajole her to return.  Legolas had been told by Rúmil how much she disliked the notoriety her parentage caused her.
    Haldir held his breath at the blatant insult she had just thrown.  Legolas blinked twice, then threw back his head and laughed.  Haldir relaxed.  He agreed with Ela to an extent, but it did not do to slight those above you.  Then it suddenly dawned on him that maybe Legolas was not above Ela.  He had never given much thought to her status, other than the fact she was Elrond’s daughter.  Yet, from what he had learned from Galadriel concerning her mother’s people, and the common knowledge concerning her father’s parentage, it may well be that Ela was Thranduil’s son’s equal, if not his superior.  As if she would ever trade on that.  He knew Ela placed no store in her own social status.  She placed her respect in the person himself.  To her, the ellon who cared for her horse was just as noble as was Lord Celeborn.  All knew it, and it amused the Lord and Lady.  She had actually invited Unimandil’s assistant to tea with her and Celeborn.  Only she did not see the problem.  It had made Celeborn smile, and had embarrassed Barnel to no end. 

“It seems that Lórien has hidden more wit than it does men.  How is it that Mirkwood has never seen you?”

“It was not by my doing, trust me.  Those who knew better thought it not a sound idea to visit.  Perhaps someone could change their minds.”  She glanced first to her father, then to Haldir as she said this. 

“Actually, my father has expressed an interest in a visit.  He is intrigued by the stories he has heard.  The latest rumour has him even more interested.”
    “And what rumour would that be?” Ela asked with a sinking heart. 
   “That soon you will be returning to Lórien.”

Ela’s head jerked up in surprise.  “Who says that?”

“When things are in hand, talk turns to other subjects.  Right now, Lórien is more interesting than is  Mirkwood.

Legolas had the distinct impression that Ela thought he was going to say something else.  He would have, but had been warned not to bring the subject up.  It seemed she was touchy about it.

“Will you be here long?” asked Erestor of Legolas.

“Until I feel the need to return, if it is all right with Lord Elrond.”
    Elrond turned as Ela laid a hand on his arm.  She asked to withdraw with Seldala.  He nodded and turned back to Legolas. “Stay as long as you like.  You are always welcome.” 

“Of course.”  Legolas bowed and waited until the ladies had withdrawn to turn to Haldir.  “Well, she is charming.  Where did you find her?”

“You would have to ask her father.”

He looked at Elrond.  “She is quite cheeky, is she not?” he said with a grin.

Elrond stood up and walked over to Legolas.

“No,” he said, passing him.

“No, what?” asked the prince in mock confusion.

“No, she will not come to Mirkwood.  No, your father can stop his scheming.  No.”
    Legolas laughed.  “How did you know what he planned?”

“He is ambitious for his son.  I am only surprised that he would reach so far.  Surely Mirkwood has its charms, also.”

“It does.  Yet, he is ambitious.  I am curious.  Has she and Rúmil made a formal announcement?  There are several wagers against it.  Mostly by the poor heartbroken he has left in Mirkwood.”

“Tell them to collect their winnings,” said Haldir.  “There will be no announcement.”
    Legolas looked surprised.  “By all accounts, they should already be wed.”
    Haldir looked disgusted.  He really thought his brother had gone too far. 
    “That is greatly exaggerated.”

Legolas hid a small smile.  So, the other rumours he had heard were true.  It was not Rúmil, but Ela who had refused.  That was an interesting piece of information.
    Elrond watched the interaction between the two of them.  Legolas’ probing had set Haldir on edge.  His attention was drawn away by Seldala and Ela returning.  Ela was smiling.  Thinking back on the years he had known her, he sighed.  Would it not have been easier to go to the West with Celebrian?  Then he would have been spared the troubles of being responsible for yet another child.  But, smiling to himself, he knew he would not have missed in the last forty years. 
   
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 Dinner was simple, by Imladris’ standards: only six courses through which to sit.  When the time to withdraw to the Hall of Fire arrived, Ela was more than ready to go.  She could sense Haldir felt the same.  Twenty years had not been enough to wear at the simplicity she had enjoyed in Lórien.  Even in her own home, she seldom ate more than necessary to keep going. 

Erestor and Seldala’s son, Ethien, had found a corner where he hoped his parents would not notice him.  His plan was to stay up as long as possible and gather stories to add to his collection.  He was following in his father’s footsteps as a scholar, but his demeanour was not as staid as his sire’s.  He had inherited his temperament from his mother.  Though he was kind and gentle, he had a rash streak that tried Erestor at times. 

Ela went to the corner to collect her lute.  Sitting down on the flagging in front of the fireplace next to Glorfindel, she began tuning her instrument to his.  Haldir acquired a drum for the corner and sat on Glorfindel’s left.  Legolas grinned and went to find an instrument of his own.  Coming up with a flute, he sat down on a low bench not far away.  Glorfindel started a tune that had the others joining in not long after.  It was a simple piece with a gentle melody that quickly led to a livelier song about young love.  They convinced Arwen to sing a song, weaving the music around her voice.  At the end of the song, there was a quiet that permeated the room. 

No one noticed Ethien slink along the outer wall to tap on Haldir’s shoulder.  Taking the drum from the warden, he sat down as the older man got up.  Glorfindel started another song.  Ethien picked up the beat and settled into it as Legolas followed on the flute. 

Elrond watched, intrigued, as Haldir went over to Ela.  Bowing, slightly, he held out his hand to her.  She smiled, taking the offered hand and let him pull her up.  When they had reached the middle of the room, he gently took her in his arms and they began to dance.  It was a slow, sweeping dance that took them to the far reaches of the floor.  Their eyes never left each other. 

Well, thought the Lord of Imladris to himself, it may not be long, after all.  He thought back on the promise he had extracted from her over thirty years ago.  She had kept her word.  It had not been easy, he knew that.  She had confided in him more than once the burning need move down a road that only she could see.  However, she had found other things to occupy her time.  Coming back home to study with Melkin had been one of those things.  As it brought her back home, he had not objected.  He had enjoyed the close proximity.  He had hidden his disappointment when she had moved into her own home, but was content in the knowledge that she was just across the valley. 

He started as Arwen came up to him.

“Would you dance with me, Ada?” she asked.

“Of course, Iell.”  He stood and led her out to the floor. 

“You were lost in thought,” she said to him, held in his embrace.

“I was.  I know what you would not tell me all those years ago.”

Arwen glanced around at the other couple dancing.  Laughing softly, she said, “It was not such a great secret, if you were there.  It seems he is the only one who does not know.  However, I think that is changing.  He is different at home.  Some say moodier, after these visits.  Others say happier.”  She looked into her father’s eyes.  “Are you prepared for when she leaves?”

He glanced at her.  Sighing, he shook his head.  “No more so than when you leave.  I still do not understand your need to be so far away.”

“Ada, when the time is right, I will return.  Some things you cannot control.  I am at peace.  Can you not just accept?”

He sighed once more.  Pressing her head to his shoulder, he gently kissed her hair.  How he missed Celebrian.  She was his light, his soul mate.  Just the decisions of what to wear for dinner would have been much easier with someone to share.  There were times he longed to have gone with her; at others, he almost hated her for leaving him.  He looked forward to the day when he and their children would once again be with her.  Then he glanced at Ela.  Could he convince her to go, also?  He knew Elestra was looking forward to the day she would finally go to be with her beloved.  Surely Ela would want to meet her grandfather.
    His thoughts were interrupted by the ending of the song.  Bringing himself back to the present, he turned as Dalgren brought in a tray laden with wine and cheese.  Setting it down, she turned to leave, only to have Ela ask her to stay.  Glancing at Elrond, the woman shyly nodded. 

Around the edges of laughter and the clinking of glasses, the conversation turned to talk of past deeds.  Erestor pretended not to notice that Ethien had crept into the background once more, a sheaf of paper in his lap.  The stories would keep the boy busy for weeks, placing them just so in the book he was compiling.  Erestor gave a rare smile.  It was a distinct difference from the boy who only last week had been caught milling around the tavern in the village.  The proprietor had allowed it until things appeared to be heading for a rough brawl.  Then he had sent the boy packing with a messenger following to report to Lord Erestor.  The boy was well liked in the village, but his parentage made most of the men leery of too much influence. 

Well into the night, Ela announced that she was going home to bed.  She had work to do in the morning and could not sit around drinking and spinning tales all night.  It was lost on no one that she had drunk little.  Furthermore, she spun no tales.  Elestra stood and nodded to Elrond, deciding that she was ready to leave, also. 
    Legolas offered to see them home, but both ladies declined, smiling.  When Ela had gathered her grandmother’s wrap, she walked over to Elrond.  Giving him a peck on the cheek, she turned and bid the others goodnight.  Taking Elestra’s arm in hers, she went with the older elleth out to the terrace.  Ela taking the inside of the stairs, they started down.  When they had reached the bottom, Elestra looked back at the sound of footsteps following them.
    Catching up, Haldir said to Ela, “You forgot your lute.  Your father suggested I return it to you.”

“Thank you,” she said softly.  “That is twice in two nights.  I am getting forgetful.”
    Elestra smiled in the dark.  Forgetful, indeed.  So, Elrond had finally caught on.  It took him long enough.

They walked in silence.  Reaching the house, Elestra excused herself and went indoors.   Ela sat on the cushioned swing hanging from the porch ceiling.  She left enough room for him to sit, should he be inclined.  Taking her lute from him, she plucked a few notes.  She pretended not to notice when he sat down.  She picked out the tune of a song that she and Meliel had written together.
“Was Legolas correct?” he hesitated to know the answer.“In what way?” she asked.

“Are you returning?”  He held his breath.  She stopped playing.

“I am.  Soon.  But not yet.”

He sat back.  Looking up into the mountains, he glanced at the sky above.  A single star shone through the clouds.  At last.  It was the first in days.  He could not remember such a run of overcast weather. 

“Would you like to go riding tomorrow?” she asked him, unexpectedly.  He glanced at her to gauge her seriousness.

“I cannot,” he said, regretfully.  “I must return home.  I have delivered the messages I was sent with and your father will have some for me to carry back.”
“Oh,” she said.  “When will you return?”

“I have no idea.  Whenever the Lord or Lady has need.  I do have a duty to them.”
    “Ah, yes.  A duty.  Well, then, I will bid you farewell.  I am up early to my duties.  Please send word when you or Rúmil may be coming. I would like to hear from those in Lórien. I do miss Gariel and Orophin.”

“I forgot to tell you.  Gariel is expecting a child.  She wanted me to tell you.  Something about speeches not being wasted.”  He had a slightly confused look on his face.

She laughed.  “That is wonderful.  She has wanted a daughter for so long.  Please, give her my best.  I will see her soon.” 

“I will, but she will want to know when.  She has missed you sorely.”
    “I miss many.  It will be soon enough.”  She stood.  “Thank you for coming to dinner last night.  It made a pleasurable evening even more so.”  She turned to go into the house. Did he notice the slight pause?  If so, nothing was said, so she went in and closed the door.  He sat for several minutes before rising and heading back across the field.  He did not look back.  Had he done so, he would have seen her standing in the window watching him leave, once again.

Chapter Two

    Ela looked up from the reports she was filling out.  The outer door opening had caught her attention.  She was expecting her father, but it was too early yet.  Sighing, she got up to see who had come in.  Her eyes widened as she saw a man standing in the small receiving room.  His hair and clothing was dishevelled and he looked to be in shock.

  “May I help you?” she asked, automatically speaking in Westron.  She did not know the man, so chances were that he was newly arrived. 

   “My wife, she is in trouble!”  He surprised her by speaking in Elvish.
    “What is the matter?”  Her mind was already trying to remember where it was Melkin had said he would be today.  It was her turn to stay and wait for patients in the office.

“She is delivering, but something is wrong.”

    “Where is she?”  Ela grabbed a bag sitting on a chair in the study.
“Not far.  Where is the healer?”  He kept looking for someone behind her.
    “I am a healer.  Are you ready?”

  “But…” he stammered.  “You are but a child.  I need the healer!”

    “We can stand here and debate my ability to aid your wife, and she will die, along with the babe.  Or you can take me to her, and give them both a chance.”
    The man looked around one last time.  Resigned to the fact there was no healer available, he stepped out of the way.  He kept glancing at her as he led the way.  He could not know that she was fully capable of doing anything Melkin could do.  He could also not know that the ‘child’ that accompanied him was older than he was.

At fifty, Ela had already attained her full height.  Her hair and ears were a dead giveaway to her mixed heritage.  Most in the valley knew who and what she was.  However, visitors routinely mistook her for human.  She seldom set them straight.  Although she had felt the need to learn the healing of humans, it did not make her any more fond of them.  Her experiences with any outside the Elves, Dwarves and Hobbits had taught her a healthy dislike for men.  She would treat their illnesses and aid in their births, but outside of a handful, she was not inclined to befriend them.  Moreover, the three times the Indrel had made contact, she had refused even to acknowledge their presence.  Even Erestor had been unable to move her.  Her only joy came from returning to her small house, set below one of the many waterfalls.  She received few guests there.  If any wanted to meet with her, they did so in her father’s house, in his presence.  It was the one stipulation she had made to returning.  Benerd’s family was the only humans permitted to her home, although Dorga was a regular visitor; and Rúmil and Haldir stopped by when in Imladris on business from Lórien.
    She looked at the man.

    “What is your name?”

    “Cabel.”

    “And your wife?”

    “Lutheliel.”

    Ela frowned.  That sounded Elvish.

    “I have never seen you before.  Are you visiting, or living here?”

    “We arrived only weeks ago.  We have a small homestead in the mountains north of here.  I brought her because I do not know what to do.  Can you help her?”
    “I will do my best.  I should tell you that I have not lost anyone yet,” Ela said with a smile, hoping to allay some of his fear.  She noted that they were bound for the inn.  Glancing further up the street, she paused.  “Just a moment,” she told the man.  He watched her approach a stately Elf.  He recognized him as the Lord of Rivendell.  Cabel stood surprised when the girl walked into an embrace and reached up to receive a kiss on her cheek.  He could not hear what she said to the man, but waited as she drew him closer.

   “Ada, this is Cabel.  His wife is delivering, and he is seeking help.  Have you seen Melkin?”

    “No, Iell, but you are most capable of handling it.”

    “I know, but he would feel better if Melkin was there.”

Elrond looked at the man.  “Would you like me to attend?”

    Cabel was flabbergasted.

    “No, my lord,” he stammered.  “The girl will be enough.  I would not dream of dragging you away from your business for such a trivial thing.”

    “There is nothing trivial about childbearing,” admonished Elrond.  “And my daughter is quite adept at delivering babes.  She had been doing it for several years now.  You are in good hands.”

    “Your d-d-daughter?”  It seemed the man could not get a sentence out without stuttering.  “I had no idea.”

    “Ela, you did not tell him who you were?”

    “I forgot.  He seemed in such a hurry.”

    “Yet you got his name.”  He turned to the man.  “I apologize for her lack of manners.  She gets too engrossed in her work.  Cabel, this is Elrénia.  She is an excellent healer.  She has taken it upon herself to learn the illnesses of men.  I do not know why, but she does have a knack for it.”

    “I am sorry, my lady.  I had no idea.  I only wanted the healer.”

    “And you have found her.  Now, shall we move on?  I do not think your lady has been waiting quietly for us.”

    Cabel moved quickly to lead them to the inn.  Almost running through the door to the establishment, he found the proprietor waiting for him.

    “I took fresh towels and hot water up.  You had best hurry; it will not be much longer.”  She glanced to see who had accompanied the man.

    “Good afternoon, Lady Elrénia.  It is good to see you again.”  She bowed her head.  “And you, also, Lord Elrond.

    “Thank you, Cleria.  Now, which way to your room?” she asked Cabel.

    “This way,” he said.  They followed him up the stairs to the second floor. 

Turning down the hallway to the left, he led them through the door.  Ela immediately went to the woman lying on the bed.  She glanced back at Cabel.
    “She is Elven.  Cabel, you did not tell me this.”

    “Does it make a difference?”

    “Some, I am more versed in human births, but they are much the same.”

    She turned back to the woman.

    “Lutheliel, how do you feel?”

    “Something is not right.  There is too much pain.”

    “I want you to rest now.  I can help you, but you can do it yourself.  Just relax.  You have worked yourself up.  It is not good for the babe.”  She laid her hand on the woman’s brow.  Cabel watched in amazement as Lutheliel quieted and drifted off to sleep.

    “What did you do?”

    “Only what she should have done herself.  Ada, we need to move her to the infirmary.  I cannot help her much here.”  Cabel stood in shock as Elrond moved to the bed and picked Lutheliel up.  He managed to move out of the way.  “Gather what she will need later, and bring it with you.”  She did not wait to see if he obeyed.  She followed her father out the door.

    Cabel grabbed what he thought they would need and ran after them.  He could not believe that he had managed to upset the routine of the one who had been gracious enough to let them stay.  And the girl, he had not dreamed she was Elven.  She did not look it.  Yet, he had heard her call the man father, and he had called her daughter.  Lutheliel was not going to believe this.
    He lost sight of them on the busy street.  By the time he had reached the infirmary, his wife was settled on a bed in the back.  Elrond was speaking, and Elrénia was examining her.  He dropped the bag he held on a chair and went into the room.  He could not understand the words Elrond spoke, but they had a calming effect on Lutheliel.  He was smoothing her hair from her face.  She spoke back to him in the same language.

    “What are they saying?” he asked Ela.

    “Ada is asking why she is so upset.  He is trying to calm her down.  It is not good for either her or your babe.  He will have a hard time as it is.  She needs to help him all she can.”

    A word registered in Cabel’s mind.

    “He?  It is a boy?  How do you know?”

    “Ela knows.  It is one of the things that make her so good.  Trust her.  If she says it is a boy, it is.”  Elrond took Cabel by the arm and led him to the receiving room.  He had just sat the man down, when Melkin came through the door.
    “Lord Elrond,” he nodded, surprised to see him.  “Is everything well?”
    “There is nothing to worry about,” said Elrond, glancing at Cabel.  “Ela is taking care of things.  Perhaps you would like to check on her.”
    Melkin caught the undercurrent in Elrond’s voice.  He nodded once more, and then went to the back room.  He found Ela standing over a pregnant woman.  As he moved closer, he saw that she was Elven.

    “What do you have, Ela?”

    “Cabel, her husband came earlier and said she was distressed.  When we went to see her, I felt it best to bring her here.  Ada helped me.  I have enabled her to relax enough to sleep.  She is very agitated.  I cannot find the reason.”
    “That is unusual for elves.  Why do you not fix some tea, and I will examine her?”
    “Very well.  Maybe I will slip a little something into Cabel’s tea.  Help him relax.  He is enough to distress me.”

    Melkin chuckled at her.  The twenty-five years she had been studying with him had brought many moments to make him smile.  She was definitely not the girl who had left so many years ago.  He turned back to Lutheliel.  Her breathing had slowed and she had relaxed.  He wished, not for the first time, that he had Ela’s ability to calm her patients.  He knew most elves could do it, but none had been willing to aid him in dealing with men.  She was, even though he knew her dislike for them in general.  When he had finished his examination, he went back to the receiving room.  Everyone looked at him, expectantly.

    “She is fine.  Ela, you did well.  As of right now, there is nothing about which to worry.  She is sleeping.  It will not be much longer.”

    “Thank you.  I could not take her to her family.  They were not accepting of our union.  He father turned her out with nothing.”

    “That does not sound like an Elven family.”  Ela was shocked.  Although her parents had suffered the same fate, her mother’s people had done the disowning.  She had found acceptance with her father’s mother, and her cousin, Lord Elrond.  She would never have expected it of elves.

    “It was not.  Her father is not Elven.  He wanted better for his children.  It is not easy to understand.  He would not accept what he himself did.  Lutheliel and I left and settled in the mountains north.  As this is our first child, and I know nothing of birthing, I brought her here.  But, she keeps muttering about fear and the fact that I do not have one.  She fears for the child.”

    “That will make no difference,” laughed Ela.  “My mother was not Elven, or of the race of men.  Yet, here am I.  Neither is Lord Elrond full Elven.  So, you see, it will be well.  He will be fine.”

    “He.” said Melkin.  He knew better than to doubt.  Ela was never wrong.
    “He,” she stated.  “A big, healthy boy.”

    She and Elrond both started at the moan the other two could not hear.  She hurried to the door of the back room.  Going in, she went to Lutheliel.

    “How do you feel, lady?”

    “Better.  It is time.  You are not human.”

    “No.  I am not.  However, you and your son can ponder that later.  Now, we must bring him in to this world.  Are you ready?”

    “Yes.”

    “I want you to reach into yourself and find a happy place.  Dwell there with part of your mind.  I will take care of the rest.  Melkin,” she called over her shoulder.  “It is time.  Bring in Cabel.”

    “No,” she heard him protest.  “I cannot go in there.  It is not done.”

    “Nonsense,” said Melkin.  “The elves do it, why can we not?”

    She turned and saw the father-to-be reluctantly enter the room.  Melkin motioned him to sit beside Lutheliel’s head.

    “Just talk to her.  She will hear you.”

    Cabel looked down at Lutheliel’s semi-conscious form and did not appear convinced.  He began speaking to her in soft tones.

    Ela placed a blanket over Lutheliel.  She laid out blankets for the baby, and sat down beside the woman to wait.

    She looked at Cabel and noticed for the first time his colouring.  His hair was a shade darker than hers was, and he bore pale freckles across his face.  A suspicion started to form in the back of her mind.  She suddenly rose, and going over to Cabel, she laid a hand on his shoulder.  They both drew away from each other with a gasp. 

    “Who are you?” she demanded.  He looked at her in confusion.

    “I told you.  My name is Cabel.”

    “Where are you from?”

    She had drawn Melkin’s attention and he started towards her, stopping only at a gesture from her father.

    “We came from the White Mountains.  I did not know my father.  He died long ago, before I was born.  My mother left her people when I was young.

    Elrond watched as Ela stepped back.  He could see the emotions warring within her.

    “Iell,” he said softly, “Can you not deal with this later?”  He trod carefully, knowing her feelings for any coming from the White Mountains.

    Reason took over and she shook, slightly.  “Apologies, Ada, Melkin.  Yes, I can.”  She turned back to Lutheliel.  The woman looked up at her, her eyes slightly glazed.  “It is well.  Just relax and let it happen.”  She smiled. 

    Cabel watched in wonder as his son entered the world. 

    Several hours later saw Lutheliel and son firmly ensconced in their room at the inn.  Ela had done what she needed to do to see the new mother and child cleaned up, and had then withdrawn.  Cabel had not noticed, until he wanted to thank her. 

    “But, where did she go?” he asked, when told she was gone.

    “I am sure she went home,” replied Melkin.  He turned to Cabel.  “Who are your mother’s people?”

    Cabel looked confused.  “She only mentioned them a few times, but I do not remember.”
    “Were they Indrel?”  Melkin and Elrond both watched to see his reaction.

    “I think…that could have been…I am just not sure, but that could be what she said.  Why?  Do you know of them?”

    Elrond cleared his throat.  “Elrénia has had less than pleasant experiences with the Indrel.  She does not want any dealings with them.”

    “But I have not seen them since I was young.  And how did she know about me?”
    “Because she is Indrel, or partly.  Her mother’s people are not happy with her.  They want her to come back, and they are not polite about the asking.  Unless you are leaving soon, you would do well to avoid her until she sorts out her feelings.”
    “But, I thought she was your daughter.”  Cabel was very confused by now.
    “She is my cousin, but I did raise her when she was very young.  She has spent most of her life in another realm and only recently returned here.”  Elrond just caught Melkin’s grin at the idea of how recent twenty-five years was.  “She will tolerate you, but do not push her.”

    “My mother told me that nothing good would ever come from her people.  That is why she left.  It was too hard a life and the women died too young.”
    “That is what we have heard, also.  Now, I think it time to get your lady and son settled.  Do not worry about Ela.  Her interest will get the best of her.  She will not be long in deciding to find out more about you.  That is her downfall: an insatiable curiosity.”  Elrond and Melkin helped Cabel back to the inn.  Seeing them settled, Elrond wished them well and took his leave.  Forgetting his destination before the birth of a child had interfered, he made was for home, and the one place he knew she would be.

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    Walking into the domain of Dalgren, his head cook, Elrond slowed to view the sight before him.  Ela was punching dough as if it were Orcs.  Walking up beside her, he brushed the flour from her cheek.  As she turned to look at him, he could sense the disquiet in her.

    “Why?” she asked.  “Why do they not leave me alone?”

    “Ela, I hardly think that Cabel and his wife were sent here to convince you to return.  It is mere coincidence that they are here.”

    “I no longer believe in coincidence.  There is always a purpose.  Maybe it is time I returned to Lórien.  I have learned much from Melkin, but I am growing restless.  I am drawn back.”

    “Are you sure you are ready?”  Elrond was not pleased, but he realized she did have her own life to lead. 

    “I will be.  I have a few things to take care of before I go.  It will be months yet.”

    “Very well.  I trust that you know best in this.”

    “I do have one favour to ask of you.”  She hesitated.

    “Yes, Iell.”  He smiled, encouragingly.

    “When one comes to speak to you, try not to scare him away.”  The twinkle in her eyes belied the seriousness of her tone.  He froze, not knowing what to do.  At the small smile tugging on her lips, he burst out laughing.

    “Do you think he is ready?” Elrond asked, when he could get his breath.
    “Oh, he is ready.  The last five years have been working on him.  He has had enough time to think.  And if he is not, the Valar know that I am ready.”

    She started to protest as he drew her into an embrace.  Giving up, she wrapped her arms around him, leaving flour across his dark silk robes.

Chapter Four

    Crossing the meadow where the horses were turned out, Ela whistled and grinned as a white horse came running.  It was a gift, as a colt, from a very grateful breeder for saving his daughter’s life.  She was assured that this horse was of the blood of the horses of the north, descended from Felaróf himself.  She had the papers to prove it, but was not as interested in that fact, as the one that he had beaten every horse put against him in a race.  It was rumoured among the men in the lower valleys that the horse was…well, some said cursed, some said blessed by the Valar.  Ela just attributed it to good breeding and a valiant heart.

    Exchanging greetings with the stable hands, Ela saddled her horse.  She had never given him a name.  He was just her horse.  None ever asked to ride him; nor would they have dared if she had offered.  He was gentle with her and tolerant of the handling of the grooms when she was not around.  He pranced around the common way in the large barn and settled when she spoke to him. 

    None understood the words she used.  Speculation said it was her mother’s tongue.    Who knew?  The girl was different, but of a nature that all loved and respected her.  The news of her ancestry had long since settled down.  She was no longer known as Ereinion Gil-Galad’s granddaughter.  Now she was Lady Elrénia, Lord Elrond’s daughter. 

    Declining the offer of an escort, Ela swung up into the saddle.  Checking her seat, she walked the horse out of the barn.  When she was clear of the gates, she gave him his head and spoke for his ears alone.  Bunching his hindquarters under her, he bolted for the river crossing.  Reaching the narrowest part, he gathered himself and jumped the river.  Landing gracefully on the other bank, they quickly disappeared into the woods.

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    Delandor watched the rider coming in.  It was a year now since he had seen him, but there was no mistaking who it was. 

    “Welcome, Haldir.  How was the journey?”  He stood by as the Marchwarden dismounted and brushed the dust from his clothes.

    “Dry.  It seems there has been no rain for weeks.  The plains are beginning to suffer.”
    “The rivers are down slightly.  Otherwise, things are well enough here.”

    “Have you heard from your son?”  Haldir always asked, but without the rancour that had once coloured the question. 

    “He is still to the north.  I heard that he had settled down, but since he does not write, I have no confirmation of that.  And your brothers?”

    “They fare well.  Orophin is in his dotage with his new daughter.  It seems he found something he did not know he missed.  And the girl is fair, and quite obedient.”  He looked down the river.  Delandor felt he was avoiding any glances towards the other end of the valley.

    “You are not expected,” the guard said, not unkindly.

    “No, I am not.  Nevertheless, I have messages for Lord Elrond.  So, it is best I deliver them.”  His reluctance was not lost on Delandor.  He grinned.  This would prove to be interesting. 

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    Elrond looked up from his book when Erentil came to the door. 

    “Lord Elrond, Haldir of Lórien has arrived.  Will you see him?”

    “Certainly,” Elrond exclaimed, surprised.  It had been a year since Celeborn had sent messages.  With the growing unease to the east, he hoped that all was well.  He stood as the Marchwarden entered the library.

    “Lord Elrond,” Haldir greeted him, giving a slight bow.

    “Haldir.  This is unexpected.  Is there anything wrong?”

    “No, sir.  My Lord wanted you to see some reports that have come his way.  He is most concerned about rumours from the southeast.  He hopes you may shed some light upon what he has heard.”

    “I will see what I can do.  Are you here long?  Can you stay for supper?”

    Elrond was slightly amused by the discomfort playing across Haldir’s face.   So, the time had come.

    “I will stay the night, if you will allow.  My horse needs rest.”

    “You are very welcome.  Will you stay here, or across the valley?”

    “Here will suffice.  Now, if you will excuse me, I will see to my horse.” 

Receiving a nod from Elrond, Haldir turned and went back through the house, heading for the stables below.   Descending the stairs outside, he came to the bottom of the hill where his horse waited.  Heading towards the stables, he glanced across the wide valley.  He could make out the house sitting back among the trees next to the falls.  Changing his mind, he mounted and started to the north. 

    Elestra come out of the house, having seen the rider from the window.  She hid a small smile.  Seating herself on the swing, she waited for the horse to stop.

    “Greetings, Haldir of Lórien.”

    He bowed to her.  “And to you, Lady Elestra.  Felicitations from my Lord and Lady, and from Gariel.  She wishes me to convey her envy.”

    “It is conveyed.  Can I help you?” 

    “I am looking for Ela.  Is she here?”

    “Did you look in the village?  It is customary that she would be there during the day.”
    “No,” he said.  “I had hoped she would be here.”

    “Well, it is well you did not waste a trip.  As it happens, she is riding today.  She and another went up to the meadow.”

    “Who is the other?”  Did Elestra denote a twinge of something in his voice?

    “Her cousin.  You remember Cabel?”

    From the look on his face, he had not forgotten.  Ela had gotten over her dislike for her people rather quickly.  At least, she had for one of them.  It was amazing how fast the friendship had grown between them, once her initial reluctance had worn off. 

    “I think I will take a walk up to the meadow,” he said, nonchalantly.  “May I leave my horse here?”

    “Of course.  I will have the gardener take him to the stables.  You have no need to worry about the horse.”  Unfortunately, her tone made him to believe he may have something to worry about up in the meadow.

    “Thank you,” he said, bowing and turning for the river.

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Caught in the midst of the maelstrom created by the wind, the lone rider goaded her mount into greater effort.  Reaching a point midway across the valley floor, the rider pulled the horse into a skidding stop.  Jumping from the saddle, she threw the reins over the horse’s head and shooed him off.  As he turned and ran, the figure ripped the cloak off and tossed it away.  The lack of the voluminous cape revealed the frame and curves of a small elleth.  Quickly turning back the way she had come, she drew the bow from her back.  Breathing deeply, she faced up the valley.  Tearing down the meadow on foot, carrying a sword, was an Orc.  Ela carefully drew an arrow and fitted it to the bowstring.  Drawing it back to its full draw, she let it fly.  It veered woefully to the side of the Orc.  The girl quickly drew her sword.  Throwing down his sword in disgust, the Orc started yelling.

    “NO!  NO, NO, and NO!  Why do you do that?”

    She stood still as he approached.  Try as she might, she could not suppress the grin that spread across her face.  The grin finally erupted into laughter.

    “It was closer that time.”

    “I have seen you take down a coney at twice that distance.  And yet, you cannot hit me?”

    “Are you that ready to test the Valar?” she asked.  She turned at the nuzzling at her neck.  “Hello,” she said to the horse.  He blew his nose and looked disdainfully at the creature with his companion. 

    “What if you are accosted by another Orc?  Then what? Have you considered that?”  His tone implied he was not done berating her.

    “Well, I will just have to charm him, as I did you.”  She bent over to pick up the bow she had so unceremoniously tossed earlier.

    “You did not charm me.  You bewitched me.  I truly think you are a witch.  You spent too much time with that other one.”

    “You mean the Lady?”  She continued at his nod.  “She taught me much, but she did not teach me to bewitch Orcs.  I rather think she would be appalled that I did it.  Your kind is not looked on well by others.”
    “Hmph,” was his reply.

    She looked over at the Orc as he bent to pick up her cloak.  He was cleaner than were most men.  He had come a long way since the day she had found him in the upper meadows, bleeding to death from a sword wound.  After her initial loathing had worn off, the healer in her had taken over.  For two days, she had tended him.  By then, the damage was done; she had formed a bond.  It was no wonder she could not hit him with her arrows.  Moreover, she prayed she would never be put to the test of choosing between him and another.  She could no sooner shoot him than Lord Elrond. 

    “Drakar, you know I do not feel that way,” she said, batting her eyes at him.

    “Stop it,” he growled, placing the cloak around her shoulders.  “You always resort to those stupid human ways.”

    “Well, fine.  If you are going to be that way, I am going home.  Ada expects me for supper, anyway.”  She grabbed the horse’s reins.  Swinging up, she looked down on this creature; most feared by all of Arda; this creature she should have left to die.

    “You will be careful, will you not?”  Her voice carried no laughter, now.
    “Your concern is wasted on me,” he growled.  “Go back to your safe life and do not worry for me.”

    “But, I will,” she laughed.  Turning the horse around, she waved as she headed back down the valley.  He could hear her laughter until she reached the woods at the lower end.

    Shaking his head, he started back up to the heights.  Whatever had possessed her to befriend him, an Orc; a misshapen elf; a tortured soul?  He could admit to not a little confusion.  From the time he had awoken from his stupor, she had fascinated him.  There was no going back.  He could never climb back down that ladder into the chaos of his earlier life.  He had learned contentment at being on his own.  She was taming the created beast in him.  She had already done much.  And for what?  What did she mean to gain from all of this?

    He had taken a chance and crept down to the lower heights once.  Following her progress down to the vast valley where she lived, he had come as close as he dared to her home.  Did she not realize what she risked by association with him?  What if her father found out?  He knew who Lord Elrond was.  He knew the stories of his past deeds, of the wars and battles he had fought.  More importantly, he knew about the ruler’s lady, what had been done to her.  He had had nothing to do with it, but how did the girl suppose he would feel about her befriending an Orc?  He had taken her in and given her everything; a name; a family; a home. If he found out that she was friends with one of the despised race, it would not bode well for her.  Strangely, he found he cared enough to be bothered by that.  What had the cursed girl done to him?

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    Ela rode in easy solitude.  She was not watching where the horse was going.  She was instead thinking on her birthday party five years ago.  It had been beautiful.  Her brothers could not make it, but Arwen was visiting her father.  The dinner party had been small, but far from quiet.  They had celebrated in the back gardens, just her family, closest friends, and the servants.  Dalgren was very upset to have strangers in her kitchen, but Ela had insisted that everyone be present for the evening.  She smiled thinking back on the dancing and singing that had gone on later.  She had been surprised that Haldir had shown up earlier in the morning.  It seemed he was there more than usual lately.  She would have to think on that.

    A flash down the mountain caught her eye.  Oh, as if just the thought…  She dismounted and gave the horse a push to hide.  He looked at her and shook his head.  Without watching to see where he went, she began creeping down the path. 
    The man made his way through the dark forest.  The light of day but dimly pierced the heavy growth.  He slowly crouched down and surveyed the path ahead.  He knew what awaited him.  It was the always the same: a seemingly easy hunt, only to turn into a trap.  Backing slowly into the brush to the side of the trail, he worked around the dense undergrowth.  A faint tinkling sound caught his ear.  Finally, he had won.  Carefully placing his feet so as not to make a sound, he came upon what he sought.  Bow drawn and arrow notched, he triumphantly stood to claim his prey.  His smile faltered as he saw what had made the noise.  A string with a small metal ring hung from a branch.  Attached to the ring were tiny metal bells.

    “How long are we to play this game?” he asked softly to the empty air.
    “Until you win, or forfeit,” came a softer reply.

    He glanced around, settling his gaze into the tree above him.  Although the body attached to the voice was not visible, the arrow pointed at his head was.
    “Come down,” he said.

    “Do you forfeit?” was the answer.

    “Not to you!”  He watched as the small form dropped from the branches above.  She brushed herself off and went over to the string hanging down.  Retrieving the small gold ring, she placed it in her ear.  Shaking her head, he could hear again the soft tinkle that had drawn him into her trap.  Turning, she looked up at him.

    “You know this is not what I meant when I told you I would find you.  Where is your cousin?” he asked, glancing around for Cabel.

    “And yet, it is effective.  I think the score is now four to zero. You owe me a gold coin.”  She stood waiting.  “And Cabel rode on home.  I only went to the higher reaches with him.

    “It is juvenile to bet on this.”  All his intentions to speak to her had fled.  He could not discern the subtle difference the game had taken. 

    “And yet, you continue to do it.  Now, unless you would like to up the stakes, give me my coin.”

    He frowned as he handed her a coin.  She made a big show of checking to ensure it was real, and then stashed it in her pouch.

    “Why do you insist on this?” he asked her.  She whistled for the horse and turned to face him.

    “What would you rather have?” she asked.

    “When are you coming home?” he returned, changing the subject.

    “I am home,” she said, surprised. 

    “I mean to Lórien.  When will you return?”

    “Is there any hurry?  I am not finished here.”

    “No, I suppose not.  Rúmil misses you, as does Gariel and Orophin.”  He dropped to the ground under a large oak.
    Sitting down beside him, she glanced at his face.  “And you do not?”

    “I am through playing games with you, Ela.  You enjoy them entirely too much.”
    “That is what Ada always says.  Now, what should our next wager be?  Would you give me the fences, should I win and return?”

    “That will not happen.  You would have to content yourself with the city guards.”
    “Will you never tire of saying that?  It is getting old.”  She turned and sat back against the tree.  “Ada does not mind.  Lord Celeborn said I might.  Even the Lady does not object.  Only you.  One would think you do not like me.”  She glanced up to gauge his reaction.

    “I like you as well as any trying, disobedient child.”

    “Oh, one misstep and I am branded a fool for life.  You gave Meliel permission to go.”

    “Yes, well that is because Del whines more than do you.”

    “That is no answer,” she complained.

    “It is the only one you are getting.”

    She sat in silence.

    “What if I do not return?”

    “Rúmil will be upset, as will Gariel.”

    “And you?  Will you be upset?”

    “Hardly.  You are a thorn in my side.  I doubt I will even miss you.”  His racing heart belied his words. 

    She turned back to him.  She gently laid a hand over his heart; he felt a jolt.  Moving quickly from her, he stood up.

    “What did you do?” he demanded.

    She looked up at him standing there.  She should not have done that.  However, she had to know.  Slowly standing up, she looked up into his eyes.

    “What do you fear?”  At her soft words, unease settled in his chest.  He vaguely remembered a question not unlike this one, asked years ago.  She continued, “I am no longer a girl.  By either people, I am counted an adult.” 

    Looking at her, he could not disagree.  He found himself drawn into her eyes; those damnable blue eyes.  He felt out of control.  To his shock, he found himself leaning down closer to her.  There was no pulling away on her part.  Time stood still for aeons as they came closer.  He felt a heat rising from her skin as their lips almost connected. 

    That is, until a large hairy head nudged between them.  The horse nickered to her.  She drew back in disgust.

    “Sadron?  Your name is Sadron?” she exclaimed, raising her arms and slapping them back against her hips.  “After all this time, NOW you decide to tell me your name?  And this could not have waited until we got home?”  She paced furiously.  “Do you have any idea how long I have waited for this moment.”  She halted abruptly.  Horror flooded her face as she realized that he was still standing there, listening to her words.  She turned and stalked away.

    Taking the horse’s reins, Haldir gave a slight jerk to show his irritation at the interruption and followed her.

    “What do you mean you have waited for this moment?”

    She turned to face him, hands on her hip.  Her breathing had slowed down and she was not as flushed. 

    “What do you think I meant?  I am as tired of the games as are you.  How long do you think I am willing to wait?”

    He backed up a step.  Her words were spoken softly, but carried steel behind them.  All thoughts on what he would say to her fled. 

    She sighed in exasperation.  “Come on.  It is late.  I promised Ada I would be home for supper.”  She motioned him up on the horse.

    “Will he take both of us?” Haldir asked.  He was not as sure as she was about this.  He avoided riding when possible.  Moreover, he knew the horse. 

    “He has no choice.  He will do it.”  She glared at Sadron who amazingly had the grace to look chastised.  He allowed the ellon to mount without any trouble.  He shifted his stance slightly as Ela grabbed Haldir’s proffered hand and swung up behind him.  “Just let him have his head.  He knows where to go.  And hold on.”
    There was nothing said for quite a ways back down the mountain.  Ela was silent, trying to figure out if she had pushed things too far, too soon.  Haldir was busy thinking about the warmth of her against his back.  He remembered little things from the past that had haunted him:  the fall in the woods, carrying her back to Caras Galadhon, the lurch when he thought she and Del were dead, a simple act of buttoning a dress, even a dance when her feet had not quite caught up with her grace.  He had had all the signs but was just figuring them out.  Meanwhile, he concentrated on enjoying the ride.

    At the bottom of the faint trail, Sadron picked up his pace.  For a half-mile, they travelled at an easy canter through the lower trees.  Then came upon an open place where Sadron shot off.  Haldir made a frantic effort to regain control.
    “Let him go!” he heard shouted from behind him.  “He knows what to do!”

    Haldir was not so sure, when he saw their goal was the river.  Although narrow, he knew it was deep and full of large boulders, and Sadron was heading right for it.  Then he lost interest of where they were going.  He felt her arms tighten around him and found nothing else mattered.  She leaned against him and he instinctually leaned into Sadron as the horse gathered himself and leaped across the river.  Landing on the other bank, Sadron kept running.  Haldir could hear the joyous laughter behind him as the horse tore across the meadow.  Not even stopping at the gates, but sailing over them, Sadron seemed intent on delivering his riders right into the barn.  Ela finally spoke to him and he slowed to a walk.  They entered the barn amid the stares of stable hands who knew only to well that no one else rode that horse.

    She slid off the back of the horse, landing gracefully.  As soon as her companion dismounted, she started undoing the girth and barrel straps.  Pulling the saddle from Sadron’s back, she hung it on the post beside his stall.  Placing the bridle on the hook above the saddle, she grabbed a couple of brushes, tossing one to Haldir.  In silence, he brushed down the right side of the horse, lost in his thoughts, listening to her croon and prattle to the animal.  Finishing up, she walked out to the paddock, Sadron following like a puppy. 

    They stood watching the horse roll in the short grass.  As he leaned against the rails of the paddock, Haldir finally understood why he had come.  His restlessness was her.  She was the reason he was drawn back here. 
    “Ela,” he said softly.

    She looked up at him, a smile lighting her face.  She waited.  Was it possible, he was at a loss for words?  She would have laughed, had he not looked so serious.  Laying a hand on his arm, she glanced at her horse.

    “I must prepare for dinner,” she said softly.  “I will see you later.”  Trailing her hand down his arm, she turned and walked away.

    Walking along the road, she thought back over the ride down the mountain.  Well, she had given him something to dwell on; it would be interesting to know how he fared. 

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Chapter Five

    Ela shook out her damp hair.  Sitting before the mirror in her small room, she combed out her hair.  It was cut it so that it came only to the small of her back.  Deftly plaiting it into two braids that were then wound around her head, she finished and went to the wardrobe, pulling out a simple brown dress.  Her gown for dinner was already in her old room at her father’s house.  She went out into the kitchen.  Elestra stood waiting for her. 

    “Are you ready, child?”

    “Yes, grandmother.  Shall we go?  Elrond will be pacing as it is.”

    “How was your ride?”  Elestra could not resist a little prodding.  Ela had returned, alone, from the stables.  She had said nothing about what may have happened up the mountain.

    “It was… interesting.  I rode with Cabel as far as Sunrise Peak, and then came back.  The horse finally told me his name.  What happened here while I was gone?”
    Elestra picked up her cloak.  Turning back, she studied her granddaughter.  The girl was giving nothing away.  Sighing, she reached for the door.

    “Nothing,” she finally said.  “The day was quiet and peaceful.  Come, your father is waiting.”

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    Dinner was uneventful.  Haldir spun for them tales of Lothlórien and Glorfindel regaled them with songs of long ago.  While all laughed and enjoyed the telling, Ela was quiet.  Her thoughts were back on the mountain.  What she had felt confirmed her suspicions.  There were feelings there; but did he know that yet?  If she pushed, would he draw back? 

    “Ela!”  She heard her name, and from the tone, it was not the first time he had said it.

    “I apologize, Ada.  Did you ask me something?”

    “No, child, you just looked very pensive.”

    “I suppose I am just tired from the ride this afternoon.”  She took the arm he offered after pulling out her chair.  Glancing at her dress, he knew why she loved the blue so much.  It set off her eyes and sat well against her skin.  He playfully tried to brush the freckles from her shoulder.

    “Do not think I have not tried that.  It does not work,” she said, laughing.  She let him lead her to the Hall.  Dalgren had already poured drinks for everyone, including just tea for her. 

    Ela sat back and drank her tea, just listening to the music played under the conversation.  With everyone’s attention on the topic, no one noticed her slip out to the terrace.  She stood in the moonlight staring up at the stars.  It was the first time in over a week that the thin, hazy clouds had not hidden the heavenly lights.  She did not turn at the presence joining her.

    “Beautiful, are they not?”  His soft voice was barely above a whisper. 

    “All the more for their shyness this last week.”  She turned and leaned against the railing.

    He was silent.  She could feel his hesitation as he prepared himself for something.
    “What did you mean earlier, that you had waited for the moment?”

    “I meant, I have been waiting for you to make up your mind.  Did you ride all the way here just to deliver messages?”  He struggled to hear her words.

    “No.  Do you suggest what I hear you suggest?”  His tone was only slightly condescending.  He did not appreciate that she was taking the initiative.

    “I do.  Do you have objections?”

    “Have you considered the difference in our ages?  What you are thinking is not an easy step.”

    “Are you saying that it would not work, that I am too young?  Hmm, how old was Celebrian when she met Elrond?  And Galadriel when Celeborn came into her life?  If age is your only argument, you had best come up with another.”

    He saw she was not going to let it go.  He looked into her eyes.  They seemed to glow with a light of their own.  Before he could think more on it, he leaned down.  There was no resistance.  Ela settled back against the railing.  The first touch of his lips sent a current through her that she had felt only twice before.  The few seconds seem to last for hours.  As he pulled back, she could see his eyes locked on hers.

    “Well?” she asked, holding her breath.

    “Not bad, for a girl.”  He managed to hide the smile from his lips, but it was there, in his voice.

    “A girl?  A girl!” she said, slightly menacing.  “You think I am a girl?”  She pushed him aside and made to go back into the house.  As she passed him, he grabbed her arm and swung her around to him.  The second kiss was as passionate as the first had been chaste.  To his surprise, he found her just as insistent.  An overheard conversation from years ago confused him as to who was in charge.

    Pulling back, she looked at him.  “Was that the kiss of a girl?” she whispered. 

    When he could speak again, he had questions.  “What of you and Rúmil?”

    “We have both told you that it would never happen.  You were the only one unable to accept it.  We are just friends.  Better than most, perhaps, but nothing more.”
    He sat down.  “How long have you felt this way?”   His voice was barely audible.
    “Do you remember when I came to live here, and you shouted at me for touching you?  I loved you from the time we met.  Maybe not as now, but I was always drawn.”

    “But, all the disagreements, the arguments.  What of them?”

    “Well, I was a child.  And later, I knew you would win most of the arguments, but I was not about to make it easy.”

    They sat there for many minutes.  Finally, she stirred.

    “What of you?  You have said nothing yet.”

    “Things in Lórien are not the same since you left.  Had any asked why, I could not have told them.  However, now, I think I can answer. I have had much time to think.  I have missed you.  And, you…have you thought this through?”

    “What is there to think about it?  I have always known what I want.  It was just a matter of waiting until you were ready.”

    “Have you considered your heritage?  What of your mother’s people?  You yourself have said they will insist you return.  Moreover, do you not think you can make a better alliance?  Thranduil is still hoping you will consider his son.”

    “Legolas?  Sorry, but I have made up my mind.  That is, unless you are disinclined.  In which case, I suppose the Indrel would welcome me back.”  Her light, teasing tone belied the apprehension she felt.  What if he did reject her?  She was suddenly terrified to find out the answer. 

    “The Indrel will never get the chance.  I am not sure if love is the right word for how I feel, but you do draw me.”

    “Would you give yourself the chance to find out?  You have always been so careful, Haldir.  You never take risks.  Is love not worth the risk?  I know of your mother and your fears.  I am not your mother.  I would not desert you or your children.  You will never have to fear that.”

    “How…?

    “Do you not think Rúmil knows how you feel?  We did not spend all that time together pretending.  We talked.  It is not as if it was any secret.  I asked the Lady.  She was very kind and gentle explaining what happened.  You have nothing to fear.”

    He looked up at the mountain.  He looked back into her eyes.  Those blue eyes.
    “You understand what our life would be like?”

    “I grew up around that life.  I am rather observant.  If I am not allowed the marches as a warden, you will surely allow that I may be there as a healer.  Glordinel has no need of me in the city.  That is my one request.  Do not deny me.”
    “I cannot deny you anything,” he whispered.  “Will you exchange rings with me?”
    “I thought you would never ask.  Of course I will.  However, this is the easy part.  You still have to talk to my father.”

    “There you are!”  Elrond strode out onto the terrace.  Haldir smiled softly to hear Ela’s mild curse.  He leaned back to see what developed.

    Putting on a smile she did not feel, Ela turned to Elrond.  “I am sorry, Ada.  Did you miss us?”

    “Only just now.  You were so quiet during dinner.  Ah, the stars, they have finally come out.”  He stood staring at the sky. 

    Elrond stood.  He was well aware he interrupted something; and he could guess what it was.  He sighed softly.  It is time, I suppose, he thought, to talk to the both of them.  It seemed she truly was destined to follow this path.  He looked toward the heavens, praying silently that it was the correct way.
     
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    Long after all the guests had departed, Haldir went to the library.  He had seen Ela and Elestra home, and then returned to the house on the hill.  He had one purpose: this needed settled.  He did not think that Elrond would bless any arrangements between them.  Ela was too well placed among her own people.  On the one hand, all those she knew were well aware of the Indrel’s stance towards the Elves.  On the other, even if she chose to downplay her parentage, there were those who would not.  Moreover, and he realized he was running out of hands, he, of all people, knew that once Ela had made up her mind, there were precious few who could convince her to change it.  The girl had a knack for getting her way.  Even to her detriment.  

    Knocking at the door of the library, Haldir entered at a word from its occupant.  He went in to find Elrond seated at his desk.  A quick glance showed the ever-present Erestor standing at a window, studying the mountain behind the house.  This was not going to be as easy as anticipated.

    “Lord Elrond?”  He managed to sound calm, though his heart was racing and his mouth dry.

    “Yes, Haldir.  You wanted to see me?”  Elrond laid the papers he had been shuffling to the side.  He did not want to have this conversation.  It reminded him all to well that none of his own children had come this far in any relationships.  It was odd that the youngest of his charges would be the first to arrive at this point.
    “I have come to speak to you about Ela.”  He stopped, not sure what to say.

    “I spoke to her several days ago.  She knew you would come.”

    “It seems she knows my heart more than do I.  We discussed a future.  Ela is ready to settle down and wishes an alliance between our houses.  I have come to ask your advice.”

    “In what matter?”  Elrond could not resist a mild teasing.  If this man wanted his cousin, he would have to earn the right.

    “I do feel something for her, although I am not sure it is the same as what she feels.  I know that I have missed her being in Lórien.  My unease lays in the importance her mother’s people place in her.  She is noble born.  Will she be happy with me?”

    “Haldir, have you ever known her to not know her mind?  She told me she was ready and that you would be asking.  Now, are you asking?”  Elrond kept his face straight.  It was interesting to see the Marchwarden at a loss for words. 

    Haldir glanced around the room, his gaze lighting on Erestor, Elrond’s closest friend and his advisor.  He knew that not only would Elrond have something to say, but so would the man who had taught Ela much in her years in Imladris.   She still held him in very high esteem, asking his advice on many matters.  Haldir had no doubt this matter would warrant his input.  Not only would he need Elestra’s approval, but he would require it of these two, also.  And, should either of them say no, Ela would show intense disapproval, but would not disobey either of them.  He was sure… well, fairly sure.  He decided that he did not want to find out who would win such a battle.

    “I am.  Lord Elrond, Lord Erestor, I seek an alliance with Lady Elrénia, daughter of Dorlandad.  It is my intention to wed her.  Do you approve?”

    He waited for the arguments and list of reasons why they would say no.  He knew that he had Lady Elestra’s approval, but he was not sure why she gave it.  He knew how Ela felt.  He had spoken to Lord Celeborn and spent many hours with Lady Galadriel.  She had tried to prepare him for what could be a difficult joining, but could not explain why.  It seemed she had promises to keep to Ela.  It baffled Haldir, but as the Lady had encouraged him to pursue this course, he would trust her judgment.  Even his youngest brother had been supportive; well, it was more like relieved that he had finally come to his senses.  Only Orophin seemed reticent.  He was not sure what caused it, but Gariel had laughed it away and said that it was simply over protectiveness. 

    “You know that I have come to love Ela as my own daughter.”  At Haldir’s nod, Elrond continued, “I would not want to see anything hurt her, ever.  As I am sure Galadriel has told you, there are hard times ahead for her.  She will need someone strong and true to guide her through the trials to come.  Are you that man?”
    “She believes that I am.  If she believes in me that strongly, how can I not also believe?  There is nothing I would not do for her.  Nothing I would not do to protect her.”

    Elrond looked over to Erestor.  At his slight nod, Elrond turned back to Haldir. 

    “Then, as Ela has stated her desires, as have you, I give consent.  Who will stand for you?”  When the answer came, Haldir realized that this had been discussed and already decided.  

    “My Lord and Lady have graciously granted me the honour of standing for me.”
    “Then tomorrow I will see the both of you.  Get some rest, Haldir.  You look ready to fall over.”  It took a moment for Haldir to realize he was joking.  He nodded and left the library, closing the door behind him.

    “Well,” sighed Elrond.  “It is done.”

    “Yes, it is,” agreed Erestor.  “Now, how do you let go?”

    “Indeed,” returned the Lord of Imladris.  “Indeed.”

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    Haldir was up early the next morning.  He carefully dressed in his spare uniform.  He knew that the occasion warranted much finer attire, yet he had always shunned the robes and finery that so suited others.  He was not about to change now.  Checking the mirror one last time, he walked out of the room.  Treading with his characteristic silence, he moved down the stairs and through the house.   It seemed he was the only one up.  Letting himself out onto the terrace, he fairly skipped down the outer stairway.  The house across the valley in sight, he settled into the ground-eating pace that served the Galadhrim.     
    The walk gave him time to think on many things.  There were many preparations to make.  They would need a house.  Suddenly, the conversation with Rúmil concerning living among the trees came back.  He chuckled to himself at the thought.  He had sworn never to wed.  Now, he had taken a step that would be most difficult to retrace, had he wanted to do so.  No, his thoughts looked to the future.  He had not lived with a woman since his mother’s fading.  He had often wondered what it would be like.  Oh, Orophin seemed to thrive from the experience, but he was of a different mettle than either of his brothers.  A sudden notion struck him.  If they wed, there would be children.  Would he act as sodden as Orophin?  The idea made him uncomfortable.  Children were well and fine, in their place, but he envisioned the future child-free; at least for a long while.  There was no need to rush into anything.

    His reverie was disrupted by the realization that he had arrived at her house.  Would she demand as grand a house in Lórien?  Talans were simple affairs.  And Gariel’s house was not much more than a talan on the ground, albeit a bit more substantial.  Surely she would not expect the finery that adorned her father’s house, would she?  The thoughts swirling around in his mind faded as he stepped up on the porch.  The swing was a nice touch.  He could see them sitting there after a long day’s labours, satisfied from a good meal.  He stopped.  Ela could not cook.  He had tasted her efforts.  Bland and simple was the only thing she did well. 

    He was brought back to the present by the opening of the door.  He forgot all of his fears when he saw her.  She was wearing a simple dress of light blue.  It did not go quite to her feet.  Good.  He remembered her opinion of clothing.  She had chosen a dress that was not, in her estimation, formal.  It would suit, but only for day use.  He was reassured by her choice.  Somehow, he realized that she wore it for him; to set him at ease.  Why did he doubt her, or himself?

    “Good morning,” she said.  “Have you eaten?  We were just sitting down.  Grandmother must have known you were coming, she set the table for three.”

    He shook his head.  “I would like to join you, very much.”  He followed her into the large living room.  Glancing around, he noticed that although every thing was finely made, there was nothing superfluous in the room.  The large sofas were grouped around the fireplace and there was a small gaming table across the room.  There were shelves that held quite a few books and a cabinet he knew contained liquors.  Besides a large worn carpet on the floor, there was nothing else.  He was relieved.  No finery to transport back to Lórien. 

    The dining room showed the same sparseness.  The large table and chairs were the centrepiece of the room.  Along one wall was a large cabinet for dishes.  It contained a set of expensive dinnerware brought from the western seacoast, a present from Elrohir and Elladan for her housewarming and fortieth birthday.  A low serving stable stood against another wall contained flatware from Gondor.  A fine set of silverware she had traded for; Haldir had brought it himself, while in the southern kingdom on business.  The outside wall was made of glass and let in the afternoon sunlight. 

    Haldir went into the kitchen where Elestra was pouring tea.  She glanced up as he came through the door.  Something in the look he gave her set her at ease. 
    Ela waited until he had pulled her chair out, then sat down.  Picking up her napkin, she indicated that he should start eating.  Half-way through emptying his plate, he made an off-hand comment on the quality of the food.

    “Thank you,” Ela said softly.

    Looking up in surprise, Haldir said, “You cooked this?  When did you learn to cook?”
    She grinned at him.  “I do not spend all of my time at Melkin’s or reading.  Dalgren figured as I was in her kitchen so much, I might as well learn something.  Trust me, it was not easy.  I had less trouble delivering twins last year than learning to bake bread.  I had the punching part down; it was the timing and baking that seemed beyond me.  Cooking is just not one of my better skills.  I am better at getting the coney than I am at preparing it for a meal.”

    “It seems I have much to learn about you.  Maybe I have the wrong Ela.  Where did you hide that headstrong child?”

    “Oh, she is still here.  I have just replaced rebellion with prudence and biding my time.  And my time will come.  Are you sure you are up for it?”

    Elestra quietly sat back and observed the two of them.  She had seen it years ago; they did suit each other.  Ela had a fire that smouldered deep below the surface.  When it erupted, it would be a volcano.  Haldir had the strength to help her contain that fire.   He would be the only one she would let control her; and it would be through love, not will. 

  Ela was more like her grandfather than she was anyone else.  Elestra could see that; the careful preparations for the future; the desire to help others; the determination to set right wrongs.   Moreover, maybe Dorlandad was more like his father than she had realized.  He had taken great chances, wedding Ceria.  Risked all for another and paid the ultimate price.      Elestra felt that she could finally withdraw, knowing her son would someday join his parents.  She missed the love of her life.  Three thousand years had not diminished the emotions she still felt when dwelling upon her early years.  She fervently prayed that Ela would know that same joy; and that it would last far longer than had her own.

    Haldir grinned back at Ela.  “I have fought Orcs and Men.  Do you think I am not up to it?”

    “Well, you have managed quite well, so far.”  She examined her fingernails, nonchalantly.  
   

    “Get up,” he said, laughing.  “We have an appointment with your father.” 

    “Did you speak with him last night?” she asked.  His smile dimmed a little at her sober tone.

    “I did.”  He ran his hand down her cheek, the first sign of physical attraction he had ever shown her.  “You have no need to worry.  If this is what you want, then you will have it.”

    “And what do you want?”

    “Truthfully?”  At her nod, he continued.  “I find that the idea is growing on me.  Maybe it is something I wanted but never aspired to attaining.”  Both had forgotten Elestra, and neither noticed her quietly withdraw from the room.  For an eternity, they gazed into each other’s eyes.  A bell tolling from the village down the valley broke the spell.

    Haldir stood, taking Ela’s hand and pulling her up.  Leaning down, he kissed her gently.

    After a moment, she grinned and said, “I hope you plan to do better than that in the future.”  She turned and left for her bedroom, leaving him standing.  She could hear him chuckling behind her.  Oh, she thought, could she wait a whole year?


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Chapter Six

    Ela turned her horse back towards the bridge.  Smiling to herself, she turned the last bend that brought her in sight of the guards.  Now, the difficult part: she had three months to settle affairs here, and then she was off to Lórien to get things ready there.  The last week had been hard; the last ten minutes had been harder. 
    She glanced down at the silver ring circling her finger.  It was slightly wider than usual to accommodate the butterflies circling it.  She knew by the craftsmanship who had made it.  Dorga would merit a visit as soon as she had a chance. 
    Dinner last night had been much more boisterous than usual.  No one was surprised by the announcement.  Even Dalgren knew.  There were special dishes and favourite deserts.  An old bottle of wine from the back of the wine cellar had supplied the toast.  Elrond would not say where the wine came from, but the quality was above even the average served at special feasts.  Only Erestor knew how long those particular bottles had been stored down there.  And he only suspected their origin.

    After the meal, Elrond had stood and announced that there would be a wedding.  Dalgren had wanted to start listing the things needed, right away.  Elrond had laughed had told her a year was plenty of time; that is what you think, she had replied, huffily. 

    The wedding was set for summer, the following year.  Ela remembered little of what went on after dinner.  There were congratulations given and accepted.  The evening went on for hours.  Long after midnight, most of the guest had gone.  Ela stood on the terrace, looking up at the stars.  Such a beautiful night!  She hoped it was a portent of the future.      A presence behind her brought her back to the present.  Without turning, she sighed and spoke.  “I am not sorry I made the promise, but I am glad I was able to keep it.”  The hand on her shoulder was reassuring.
    “I wish there had never been a reason for the promise.”

    “Well, the need is long gone.  I am well able to handle the problem, should it arise again.  You would think after thirty years they would cease their attempts.” 

She shook her head.  “They are a most headstrong people.”

    “And you are not?” Elrond asked, chuckling.  “You have made your mind clear since the day my sons found you.  My relief was that you were not heavy handed about it.”

    “If I had been, Lord Erestor would have just piled on more studies.  I did not have time to be heavy handed.”

    “Indeed, you were kept quite busy.”  He paused.  “Are you sure this is the right path for you?  Have you really thought on what you abandon?”

    She turned to look at him.  “I do not feel I am abandoning anything.  Those people are weak if they think only I can save them.  They are strong and healthy.  They could just find another to rule.  I am not interested.  I have all I desire where I am and no desire to sit beside a husband who only wants me for what I gain him.  Theirs is a way that will not long last.  I do not see them staying long in this land.  It allows too much freedom for their women.  Cabel told me that he has heard rumours that they may withdraw, try to re-establish their lands east of Harad.

    “Cabel tells me that we are not the only ones to escape.  He knows of a handful spread throughout Eriador.  It seems that my mother’s people feel more of an affinity with the Elves than any other race in this land.  My mother wed an Elf; his settled with the Dunedain and there is another that I know of in the north.  And, although Cabel has not the ability to heal or the gift to control animals, he does work wonders with the land.”

    “Cabel is an able man.  He does not show this disregard for women that your uncle and his men show.”  Elrond looked out over the dark valley.  “How is his family?”
    “Well,” she laughed, “he is about to find out if he can deliver a baby.  Lutheliel is now at four months.  He has asked me to come up and guide him, but I do not think that will be possible, now.  Which brings me to another topic: with the draught in the north and lack of rain even here, he is having trouble with his crops.  Even with his hand at growing, he is not sure of harvesting enough to get through the winter.  I am thinking of giving him leave to use my house, with your permission, of course.”

    “Cabel and his family are welcome in Imladris.  I told him that before.  But if he has your house, where will you stay?”  There was a coyness to his words.  Ela knew the answer to her question before she asked it.

    “Well, I was hoping maybe my room would still be available.  That is, if you do not mind me underfoot.”

    “Iell, you never cease your games.  You well know that your room is always available.  And how long will you be inconveniencing me?”

    “I believe three months should suffice.  That will settle Cabel and Lutheliel into the house.  And, I will need to settle with Melkin.   He will have to find a new assistant.  And, of course, I will need a good stock of Dorga’s tea.”

    “And when will you return?”

    “I think that a month before the ceremony will be soon enough.  I think we will need two ceremonies.  I would not like to exclude my friends here, but it is unfair to hold the wedding in Lórien when so many cannot attend; and I do not want to keep those who live there from attending.  So, it only makes sense to do it twice.  I will need to confer with Haldir, of course.  But, I think, for once, he will see the need.”
    Nothing was said for several minutes.  Then Ela said, tentatively, “I do wish I had some family to attend.  If only I knew where my mother was.”

    “But, Ela,” he said softly.  “She drowned long ago.”

    “No,” she replied.  “My father said that she did not.  She is still alive.  He told me so, himself.”

    “What are you saying?  Your father died before your mother.”  Elrond was beginning to worry that Ela was confused.  What would do that?

    “I talked to him.  I asked him if my mother was in the care of Namo.  He said no, she was not dead.”

    “When did you talk to him?”  She was not lessening his concern.

    “After the attack on the eastern marches.  Del and I stood outside the great hall.  Dorlandad met us.  He told me to let Del go, but I could not.  I asked if my mother was with him and he said no, she is still here.  Is it not normal for me to want her here?”

   Elrond sat down, speechless.  This was true, and no one had told him?  He wondered if Galadriel knew.  Surely, she would have said something.  Why was it that when one problem with the girl had been solved, did another come up?
    Thinking back over the conversation the next morning, Ela knew she had left Elrond with more questions than answers.  But, how was she expected to give those answers when she did not know them herself.  She had hoped age would make everything clear, but her blocked mind was not cooperating.  Maybe a fall from her horse would jar some thoughts loose; she contemplated, only half-jesting.  Sighing, she rode into the village.  Well, maybe Melkin would take her mind from her problems.

Chapter Seven

“That is the last of it, Cabel!” The voice carried through the house and out to the wagon in front.

“I have it, Ela,” was the reply. Cabel rounded the door and almost ran into his cousin. He took the bag she carried and looked once more at the home he had built. “I hate leaving,” he said. “There are so many memories.”

“You will be returning. It is not as if I am giving you a house. You are borrowing it. And it is much too big for me.”

“But what of when you are wedded? Will you not need it then?” He still felt awkward, taking her home.

“I told you not to think on that. My home is not on this side of the mountains, and has not been for many years. No, I will be returning to Lórien. That is where I am most at home. Besides, Haldir’s life is there. I could not ask him to give it up.”

“Are you sure your father does not mind you moving back with him? He just seems such an important man, surely he will be inconvenienced.”

“Cabel, if you do not stop, I will take back my offer. Now cease. You are wearing me out.”

“Cabel, hush.” The soft admonition came from behind him. He turned to see his wife. He smiled as he looked into her eyes. Such beautiful eyes. He gaze lowered to the slight bulge at her abdomen. At five months, there was little to see, but his imagination was vivid. His hand reached out to caress her cheek. He was still amazed that this woman could love him.

Lutheliel was a vision. Her dark brown hair hung straight to her waist. The grey in her eyes could turn dark as night when she was upset. Right now, they were the colour of the sea on a cloudless day: light and playful. With her hair pulled back, he could see the delicate points of her ears that had attracted him from the start. So like the companions of his father’s people, the occasional Elf that had joined the Rangers from time to time.

He found himself comparing his wife to his cousin. Ela took her height and colouring from her mother’s people, and even some of her abilities, but her ears were still elven. He did not wonder that her grandfather had hated her and her mother. The Indrel were a closed and suspicious people. It had not always been so, his mother had told him. Only since being driven from their lands had they turned so unto themselves. The older folk were afraid of this new land, even after two hundred years. They younger folk were chafing at the reins controlled by Muc, the self-styled duke of Holm’s Hold. It seemed he claimed the title and the heir ship through his sister, the actual heir. Cabel did not know all the details, his mother’s account had been sketchy, but he knew that the heir had been left to die, along with her tainted daughter. His mother had returned to her birthplace with her son, seeking sanctuary among her people. It did not take her long to learn that there was none to be offered. She always believed she had narrowly escaped the fate of Ceria and her daughter. The Indrel did not tolerate outsiders. Still, she talked of a cousin who had been kind, one who had come from the ships. He did not know much about her, only that she urged his mother to flee.

“If we hurry, we can get down to the mid-level forest. There is a protected place to spend the night.” Ela looked up at the sun. It was still early enough in the season to be cool before noon, but the mid-day would bring an uncomfortable heat.

“How far until we reach it?” asked Lutheliel. She had placed Arnor on the bench seat of the wagon. He sat there quietly observing the adults.

“It is about two leagues. We can make that easily with the wagon. But, we had best hurry.” Ela turned to her horse, as Cabel handed Lutheliel up into the wagon. It always amused her that the elleth pretended to such needs. However, it made Cabel happy. Mounting, she turned to lead the way, her cousin following the wagon. She could hear his sigh as they moved forward. Well acquainted with leaving home, Ela knew just how he felt. However, it would not be forever, only until the land healed itself.

~*~*~*~*~

The small party reached the stopping place with no trouble. The night was spent in relative quiet. Ela lay awake long after the fire had burned down. Although she felt she had made the right decision, there were still doubts. Bits and pieces of something swirled around in her head; but as she tried to grasp them, they danced from her understanding. Sighing, she rolled over on her pad and listened to the night sounds. There was one bit that disturbed her greatly: the thought of Haldir holding a child. A dead child. Was it his, or had it been left in the debris of some battle? Ela turned back over in frustration.

Over the years, she had gained control of most of her life. Once the initial sporadic beginnings of her abilities had been weathered, she had found that one of her gifts lay in healing. The training Glordinel and Melkin had provided her had taken hold and allowed her natural talents to develop. With that had grown her empathy with animals. However, there were gaps in her memories that only one person could help her overcome, and she dreaded her return to Lórien for that reason only. If she could regain the memories, would she really want to? Ela had a feeling there was a reason she had blocked them in the first place.

Finally drifting off to sleep, she wondered, again, what would have been her life had her parents lived.

~*~*~*~*~

Waking in the false dawn of a new day, Ela stretched limbs no longer used to sleeping on the hard ground. She sat up and looked around the small cave they had sheltered in for the night. Cabel was starting to stir. Arnor was wrapped up in Lutheliel’s arms, both still asleep. Ela made her way out of the cave and went back behind the small hillock. As she was coming around to the tree to the side of the entrance, she caught a faint sound. Peering around the tree, she saw Glorfindel sitting on a rock across from the cave entrance. He was soon joined by Delandor. Ela relaxed and came into the clearing.

“I wondered where you two had gone. Hunting?” She glanced around for game.

“Well, we found prey, but not the eating kind. They left a bad taste.” Delandor sat down next to Glorfindel. Shaking out his hunting gloves, he looked up at Ela.

“Your mother did you no favours with her parentage. They are a most persistent people.”

“What? They are here?” Both men smiled at a mild expletive from her.

“They were. We sent them packing. We would do well to get going, though. Determination is a hard driver.”

Ela nodded and returned to the cave. Cabel was up and gathering bedclothes. Lutheliel was dressing Arnor. Ela picked up her few things. Within minutes, they were packed and had everything stowed on horses or the wagon. Ela and Cabel mounted up as the other Elves melted into the woods, one to the east and the other to the west. Lutheliel clucked to the draft horses and they started on their way.

~*~*~*~*~

“All went well?” Ela glanced up from her book. She was reading while waiting for Melkin to return.

“Yes, Ada. All is well. Thank you for asking Glorfindel and Delandor to accompany me. It seems they were needed. Cabel is well ensconced with his family. Grandmother is quite taken with Arnor. I may have to pry her out of the house. However, Cabel is willing for her to stay. I have all my things out and I have packed what I am taking with me. One month to go; it will seem like years.”

Elrond chuckled. “It will be gone before you know it. I have heard from your brothers. They are mixed on the news. Elladan is happy, I am not so sure Elrohir is as pleased. They both promise to be here for the wedding.”

“Was there any doubt?” Ela laughed. “I have a few things yet to finish here in the village. Melkin, of course, is mixed on his feelings, also. He is getting up in years and is worried about a replacement. He expressed a wish that I was staying. He said then he would never worry about his patients. However, he has found a promising lad. Benerd’s grandson is showing some gift for healing. So, I do not feel as guilty leaving.”

Elrond walked to the door and looked out upon the small realm of men. He stood so for several moments.

“What is it?” Ela asked. Coming up behind him, she put her arms around him and laid a cheek on his back.

“I worry for you. I have heard from your uncle, again. He is no longer asking you to return; he is demanding. He is making threats against Cabel, if you do not return. Crelden was asking questions last month and knows he is your cousin.” Elrond turned and looked at his adopted daughter. “You must tell Cabel who you are. Otherwise, he will not know to watch out for himself.” At her look of protest, Elrond laid a finger on her lips. “No, you cannot hide. Your reticence may cause him great harm. Could you live with that?”

Ela was silent. Bowing her head, she slowly nodded. It would cause her to acknowledge something she vehemently denied, but she would do it, for Cabel and his family’s sake.

Elrond hugged her close. Again, he was losing a child, and once again, he would be left wondering which one would return home next, and when.

~*~*~*~

The next month passed quickly, as Elrond had predicted. Cabel and Lutheliel settled into their new home, and Elestra reluctantly moved to Elrond’s. But, she could be found playing with Arnor most times. Lutheliel was grateful for the elder’s advice and help. Moreover, Arnor adored Ela’s grandmother.

Ela spent her time drawing plans for the new house, when she was not busy delivering babies and treating the minor injuries that seemed to occur with too much regularity. She admonished the tavern keeper’s son yet again about climbing the outside of the building. At ten, he was inquisitive and let the older boys dare him into much too dangerous situations. Petro, Benerd’s grandson was fitting into the small infirmary very nicely, and it got him away from three sisters. He was quite content.

Two weeks before Ela was to leave, Benerd quietly went to sleep and did not wake. It was her first brush with the death of someone close to her since her father’s murder. Elrond was filled with apprehension. Ela had closed off her father’s death; how would she handle this?

It was soon apparent that she would handle it very well. She even spoke of her gratitude for what he and his family had done for her the last few years. In her speech, she spoke of the reward of a long life that promised rest. He had earned it, and no one should wish otherwise. Comforting Mares seemed to do more than anything else to aid her own grief.

After the funeral ceremony, Elrond found Ela in the tree house. He knew then that things were not as easy as they seemed. Coaxing her down, he took her arm and led her to the terrace. Sitting across from her, he tried to look into her eyes, but she looked away from him.

“What is it, sell? You do not go to the tree house unless you are truly disturbed.”

Turning her eyes towards him, finally, he could see the pain. “It is hard to lose a friend. And, much harder to lose a parent. How much more difficult can it be to lose a child?”

Astonished, he exclaimed, “What do you mean? Who has lost a child?” Once more, he was left feeling a hole in her mind was filling in.

“The Lady…” she hesitated.

“The Lady what?” he prompted.

“She saw things. Things that I should know, that have happened; things that will happen.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I know some of those things. I am not sure now that I have made a wise decision.”

Elrond sat back. She almost laughed at what she had always secretly thought of as his ‘thinking pose’. However, her thoughts were too serious for jesting. She wanted to tell him, but hesitated.

“In what way?” he asked, gently. “You said you loved him. He admitted he cared very much for you. How can this be wrong?”

“I know that his son will die. My son. I saw him holding our child. How can I do that to him?”

“Ela, how can you be sure that it will happen? You yourself said that you have no gift for foretelling. And even mine are not always correct.” He took her hands in his. “I know that you are upset concerning Muc and Crelden. You are also feeling the loss of your home here; and now, Benerd’s passing. Could it not be that you are just feeling overwhelmed?”

She looked doubtful and slightly confused. “But, what if it is true. What if our child is to die? I must tell him of my fears. And if he agrees with you, then I will just trust that all will be well.”

“What if I talk to him?”

“No, it is my place. I cannot imagine what I will do if he breaks the betrothal. I have never loved anyone as much.”

He came and knelt beside her. “He will not. You will see. Just have faith.”

She nodded, still unconvinced. What man wedded with the knowledge that his children might die? She determined that she would not continue with the betrothal unless she told Haldir of her fears. It was only right.

~*~*~*~*~

~*~*~*~*~

Haldir sat up with a start. There was sweat on his body, and his heart was racing. It had seemed so real. He could still hear the echoes of battle ringing in his ears. A dream, but more vivid than any before. He found himself looking about for bodies; the clearing held only himself and a horse. Shaking, he tried to rise. Taking a moment, he managed to do so only with effort. How could a dream be so real? What did it mean?

Still upset, he saddled the horse and loaded on the bundles he was carrying to Imladris. The three months had passed quickly, but Haldir had found enough to keep himself busy. Erasing any signs of a camp, he mounted and rode towards the west. He would arrive in another hour, stopping only out of consideration for the horse and the late hour. It would not have done to rouse everyone from sleep so late. Besides, the ground had always seemed more home than did a soft bed.

Riding through the last of the heights, he glanced down at the valley below. There was nothing to see. The enchantments weaved by Vilya hid what lay below. Guiding the horse down the hill, he thought back on the dream. Lady Galadriel had hinted there were things about Ela that were hidden; things that even Ela did not know. Her future was both full of light and hidden in darkness. Haldir would be risking much by loving her, but the Lady assured him that the risk would be worth it. Although confused, Haldir trusted the Lady. The dream would have to wait.

~*~*~*~*~

The last month was filled with packing and planning. It seemed that everyone wanted to give a gift for something she had done for him or her. It was not enough that they had already paid her, in one form or another. Never mind that she would be back in less than a year. People acted as if she would never return.

Ela was tired. All of her childhood things were put away in storage. The few things she planned to take with her were ready and a packhorse provided. Her house was well tended by her cousin and his family.

Her grandmother had professed a desire to return to her own home for a time. Elrond suspected that Elestra was doing as Ela was- preparing to move to a new life. He was not sure whether the former queen would settle in Imladris among the luxury she was used to, or in Lórien, where she would be close to her granddaughter. Elestra’s attempts to coax Ela into returning to the Hidden Havens with her had failed. The girl was anxious to get home.

~*~

Chapter Eight

Ela came out on the terrace. As it was still early, with light just colouring the eastern sky, she was still wearing her dressing gown. Her loose hair was combed and hung to her waist, the waves covering her back. She walked to the railing and stood looking out over the valley. The wind picked up her loose hair causing it to dance about her face. It was so beautiful here, so open and airy. She could almost imagine she had never left.

The slight breeze moulded the gown to her body, allowing a hint of what lay beneath. It attested that no longer was Ela a girl; no edhel would mistake her for an ellon. She gathered her robe against the slight chill of the early morning breeze. The rising sun shining behind the mountain turned her pale copper hair a burnished gold.

She turned to return to the hall and saw the man sitting in the corner regarding her.

“Haldir,” she whispered.

Ela stood still for several moments, taking in the sight of him. She suddenly felt like a desert wanderer who had come upon a fountain in the midst of a parched land. She had not realized just how much she had missed him until that moment. All her fears for the future fled, just looking at him.

He, in turn, could not take his eyes from her. He had not really looked at Ela as more than what he had always seen: a girl, a daughter to Gariel and Orophin. Now he looked at her with new eyes. He saw the woman to whom he had promised himself. His dream forgotten, his fears dissipated as the mist in the lower valley was quickly fading. No longer did he doubt his decision. He saw her not as the granddaughter of one of the great Noldor, nor as the runaway heir to an unwanted throne, but rather as the object his subconscious had desired far longer than he had been aware. He waited, still as marble.

Ela shuddered and broke the spell. Moving slowly at first, she finished crossing the terrace in a rush, into his open arms. His strong embrace held her captive. Through the heavy clothing, she could feel his heart beat, and with it came the knowledge that things were not the same as when he left. The feelings emanating were much more. She realized now that she had taken a great chance by pushing him, as she had done. However, knowing his fears, she had known he would never take the first step. Once forced into examining his own thoughts and feelings, he had seen what almost everyone else had discovered long ago: He was Ela’s choice, and she was his.

Breaking away from him, Ela drew her robe tighter against the breeze. Taking his hand, she led him towards the house.

“How was your journey?” she asked.

“It was fair, and lonely.” His soft words were for her ears only. “And I hope it will be more enjoyable on the return trip.”

She laughed at him. Leading him to a small room off the entrance, she closed the door behind them. Turning, she gazed up into his eyes, looking for something. Seeing only pleasure and relief, she took his hands in hers.

“I must talk to you. Now, before Ada finds you are here.” Her sober tone set an alarm off in his thoughts. Sitting down on the settee by the window, he took a deep breath. The dream came rushing back with a force that closed his eyes.

“What is it? You seem troubled by something.”

“I have seen something in our future. It is so devastating, that I cannot keep it from you. It may cause you to change your mind. Ada cautioned me to let it lie, but I cannot.” Her voice was quiet and fearful.

“What could be so bad that you think I would back out of my promise?” He was suddenly terrified that he would lose her.

“I saw you holding a child. A dead child.” She hesitated. “Our child.” She was silent, letting the words sink in. She studied his face for any sign of rejection. When it did not come, she felt a glimmer of hope.

“Ela, I have heard you say, many times, that not all visions are true. You have said this of Elrond, and even hinted it of the Lady.” He paused. Choosing his words carefully, he continued, “And, should yours be accurate, do you think that is enough to frighten me? We are not given knowledge of the future lightly. If you have seen it, and it is true, so be it. If it is not true, we will look back on this moment in our old age and laugh at our fears. Together. Now, I hold fast to my promise to you. And, I hold you to yours, and your promise that you will never fade from me, no matter what happens. Is that enough reassurance for you?” He smiled at the look of relief on her face.

“Oh, you will never know. I could not go through with all of this and not let you know. It would not be fair.”

“Never, ever be afraid to come to me with your fears. Together, we can deal with them.” He gently caressed her cheek. “Now, I broke camp this morning without breakfast. Do you think I might find something here to eat?”

Laughing, she jumped up. “You go to the dining room. I will join you there. While this gown is fine for meeting you on the terrace, I do not think it will suit for dining. I will return quickly.” She dashed out the door before he could answer. Well, he thought, some things do not change.

~*~

Elrond’s attention was drawn to his bedroom door by a soft knock. Glancing about his well-kept room, he called out an answer to enter. Surprised, he saw Ela fairly dancing at the door. She was wearing a soft grey dress and slippers. Her hair was pulled back into a single braid and looped back up onto her head. Her face shined with a radiance that could only come from one source. So, he had arrived.

“Ada! He has come. And I talked to him and everything is all right about my dream and he does not care and everything is alright.” The words came in such a rush, Elrond was hard pressed to pick out what she was saying.

Laughing, he said, “Slow down, sell. I cannot understand you. Who has come?” he teased.

“Haldir. He is here. And, he is not concerned for the dream. He says we will look back and laugh at my silly fears. And, everything is fine. And, I wish I did not have to wait a year.” Realizing what had slipped out in the last comment, Ela slapped her hand to her mouth. “Oh, Ada. I did not mean to say that. You must think me horrible.”

“No, Ela, just anxious. And, I understand. It will get harder once you go back to Lórien. You could move the wedding up, if you like.”

“No!” she said adamantly. Sighing, she finished, “No, I could not do that. Things are already being planned. I would not like to disappoint anyone. It is just wishful thinking on my part.”

Crossing the room to where she stood, Elrond bent down and kissed the top of her head. “It will pass quickly. You will find that you do not have enough time.”

“Do you think so? I was so afraid he would change his mind. Now I know he will not.”

“I told you to have faith. Now, are going to keep him waiting for his breakfast?”

Grinning, she nodded and turned. He could hear the light patter of her footsteps as she ran down the back stairs. When finished with dressing, he followed at a sedate pace.

~*~*~*~*~

With her things packed, there was no need to delay their departure. Ela took one last ride up to the higher reaches, but did not find what she sought. Disappointed, she tarried to visit with Cabel one last time. Looking around her home, she realized that already it belonged to her cousin and his family. There were no regrets, just the happy memories of over twenty-five years.

The talk with Cabel had not gone well. At first, he had been shocked to find out that his “younger” cousin was in fact much older than was he. Then had settled in the fact that this was the reluctant heir his mother’s people had been trying to reclaim. Angry that she had not told him earlier, it had taken a talk from Elrond to sort out the history and the reasons Ela chose to turn her back on her mother’s people. Finally accepting the fact of her parentage and position, Cabel was still uneasy with their casual relationship.

Ela’s goodbyes did not take as long as Haldir had feared. She had settled accounts with those she owed favours, given away many of her possessions to cherished friends and gave assurances that she would return in eight months. She saved a special goodbye for Dorga. Their weekly “tea” parties had grown into quite a tradition, with a favoured few outsiders invited occasionally. An early wedding present, he had finally given her the recipe for his ingredient. Promising never to give it to anyone else, Ela had shed tears for his trust and friendship. She had also entrusted him with the making of her wedding bands, with Haldir’s consent. To date, Dorga was the only dwarf towards whom the Elf had shown even remote feelings of civility. This was due solely to his respect for his future wife.

At last, the day for them to leave arrived. Dinner the night before had been an affair celebrated by close friends and family. Dorga had been there, along with Cabel and Lutheliel. Erestor and Seldala, with Ethien also came. The only Edain invited were Mares and Melkin.

Cabel never ceased to be amazed at the luxury that surrounded those of his cousin’s other people, the quiet grace that followed their every move. He could see it in Ela and Lutheliel. Moreover, he had seen the passion for justice in the Elves that had fought with his father in the north. And, from Ela’s description of her life in Lórien, he learned of their love for the land. From Lutheliel he was learning the history of her people.

Two days after his arrival, Haldir was waiting by his horse. He watched patiently as she said her farewells to Elrond and Erestor. Dorga could not resist one last chance to see her before she left. As she bent and embraced him, he pressed a small package into her hand. Telling her to wait until later to open the gift, he stepped back, a sad smile on his face. Turning to Elrond, Ela was struck by a yearning to stay.

“I am torn,” she whispered in his ear. “I want to remain, and yet, I feel drawn away.”

“You are feeling only what everyone feels when embarking upon a change in their life. You will do fine. Go, now, and show Lórien the true grace of the Elves.”

“I fear there are many there who already possess that grace. They would argue that outside of Lórien and Mirkwood, the Elves are too soft.” Her teasing tone carried to her eyes.

“The day may come when we will show them that we still carry a fire equal to theirs.” Elrond’s tone matched hers, then, he sobered. “That day is not long in coming.”

“I would see it never come. The loss will be horrific.”

Changing directions, Elrond glanced at Haldir. “You had best say goodbye. Patience is not a strong trait in him.”

Ela looked over to the man she was to wed. “He will learn it.”

“Yes, I am afraid he will. You were never one to be pushed. Now,” he said, giving her and embrace, “You will return in eight months, and all will be ready.”

She returned the hug and, standing on her toes, kissed him gently on the cheek. “I have been blessed to have known you. I will never forget what you did.” Stepping back, she turned to Erestor.

“And you, I hope you are up to teaching another child. Cabel and Lutheliel’s son is quite precocious. And you know how stubborn we Indrel can be.”

Laughing at her, he opened his arms for a last embrace. “And send your son, when it is time. I feel that any child of yours will be a challenge.”

Taking in the view of the house where she spent so many happy years, Ela turned towards the stable where Haldir waited with their horses. Walking over to her mount, she grabbed the reins and placing her foot in the stirrup, pulled herself up into the saddle. Accepting the lead for the packhorse, she waited until Haldir was mounted.

She looked back only once: when they were at the edge of the woods east of the valley. With a small sigh, she turned and glanced into the face of her companion, the man with which she intended to spend the rest of her life. At the slightly concerned expression in his eyes, she smiled. Nudging Sadron gently with her knees, she laughed as they pulled ahead.

“Come on,” she cried to the wind. “I want to go home.” He returned the laugh and followed, quickly taking the lead, all concerns laid aside for the present.