False Move With a Forked Tongue

Iodhil and Legolas breathed in deep the rich fragrance of water on wood that danced around them. The smell was floating near the entrance of Rivendell as well as everywhere else, the rain had seemed to pour for days. They slowed their horses as they entered through the gate and approached they main stair. Legolas sprung from his horse with a moment of halting and quickly began to gather his things from his horse's back. Iodhil chuckled as he dismounted Harma as a slower pase.

"Jeez, Gwador... Slow down. What's your hurry?"

"Hurry? I'm just tried of riding in all this rain. The time that I spend unpacking I could be inside relaxing with a nice warm cup of tea." he said as small drops of water rolled down the hood of his thick cloak and onto his face. They lead their horses to the stable and under the cover of the overhang, continued to unload their horses. Iodhil unfastened the pack from Harma's flank.

"You mean, 'inside with tea and with her.'..." A jestful smile spead across his face. Legolas shot him a look,

"I didn't say that, so stop putting words into my mouth!" Iodhil chuckled,

"But how could I do that when I'm all the way over here?" his smile brightened and Legolas shook his head. He wondered how his brother could be so cheerful in such bleak weather. They stabled their horses and jogged up the steps to the inner halls of Rivendell, heading for the lounge, in which they so often seemed to convean. They opened the doors and with them in came a gust of wind. Everyone inside flinched as the doors closed off the cold, dank outside. Everyone was in their expected positions: the twins were at the chess board, Lindir sat perpendicular between them watching, Linwe was starring at the rain from the closed window, Searyn and Sanarium were conversing quietly by the small fire on the floor about a poetry book while Luna was sitting on the sofa reading and Elenwe was doing the same in her own upside down manner. Most of them looked up as the brothers from Mirkwood walked in soaking.

"Well, don't the two of you look beautiful." said Luna as she examined their weather beaten outer layers. Elenwe let her feet fall in front of her on the floor and stood in a circular motion. She walked up to them.

"Jeez... You guys are absolutly dretched." They took off their cloaks and hung them on the rack by the doors.

"I'm sure if you tried a trip to Mirkwood right now you'd look the same." said Legolas.

"What did you do? Go the long way?" joked Elenwe. The doors opened once again and in walked a dry Elrond, Meahan and Kerowyn with a large tray of steaming tea. Kerowyn smiled brightly as usual.

"Ah, so you are here. I guess your timing was better than we thought, Elrond." said Meahan. She set the tea down on the table, while Elrond began to pass out the cups. Kerowyn handed one to Iodhil and one to Legolas.

"Here. My tea will make you feel better." They each took a draunt and warm comforting feeling washed over them as they did so. Color came to their wet faces, their limbs felt alive again and smiles returned as well. They each took a long inhale afterwards.

"Ahhhhh... That feels much better." said Iodhil in a relaxed voice. They both sat down on the sofa opposite of Luna to drink in the comfort after their stiffening ride. Elrond handed Searyn and Sanarium each a cup of tea and Meahan to Linwe. Kerowyn turned to Elenwe,

"Did you want one, Elenwe? We brought a cup for everyone." Elenwe shook her head as she began to walk towards Kerowyn.

"No, I'm fiii--iine!" As she moved, her foot slipped in the puddle of water on the floor, taking her and Kerowyn down. Elenwe landed on her back and Kerowyn landed on her stomach on top of Elenwe. "Valar damn it! You guys couldn't have left the water outside?!" Lindir jumped up to help Kerowyn to her feet.

"Are you two alright?" asked Sanarium and Meahan in unison. As Lindir helped Kerowyn she slipped again pulling him along with her. They both fell on top of Elenwe, she groaned.

"We're just grand....." she muttered with squished lungs. "Get off of me!" she said, pushing on Lindir.

"I'm trying!" he said, trying to make sense of the mangled pile they had made.

"Well, try harder!" with that she kicked him and Kerowyn gave a yelp. "Sorry, Ker! Are you okay?" Kerowyn rubbed her side,

"I'm fine." Elladan rolled his eyes.

"For crying out loud! It can't be that hard to stand up!" He left his game and stood next to them. "Okay, Lindir you move to your right. Kerowyn, you--" with that he slipped and fell into the collapsed game of Middle-Earth Twister.

"Oh yeah, great help, Elladan!" said Lindir.

"Yeah, I thought it was easy to stand up!" said Elenwe.

"You just made things worse!" whined Kerowyn.

"Oh, shut up!" Elldan yelled, eating his words. Iodhil couldn't help but laugh at the sight of their friends sprawled and twisted about on the floor. Suddenly Elenwe's eyes widened and she slapped Elladan across the face.

"Get your hand off of me!!" she shouted, a bit of blush settling in her cheeks.

"OW! It's not me!"

"It's not me...Ow! But don't knee me, Elladan." said Kerowyn. .......

"LINDIR!!!" Elenwe shouted with fury.

"It's--cough!--not my fault!--cough, cough!" he croaked for someone's ankle was pressing down on his throat.

"OW! Elenwe your elbow is sticking into my side!" moaned Kerowyn. Elladan groaned,

"Lindir! Stop kicking me!" Elenwe blushed again and yelled.

"Damn it, Elladan!! Move your hand!!!"

"I told you that's not--Ah crap! Sorry!"

"Will somebody get the hell over here and help us???!!!!" shouted Elenwe in distress. Elrohir, Luna, Legolas and Meahan each picked someone and attempted help them up. Elrond shook his head as Iodhil held his side in laughter, growing red from the hilarity. Lindir coughed as Elrohir released him from the struggle, moving Kerowyn's ankle aside. Meahan pulled Elladan's arm as Legolas helped Elenwe from the frey, moving Lindir's arm. And Luna helped Kerowyn off the floor last, each of them adjusting their ropes and hair. Elenwe elbowed Lindir swiftly in the gut.

"I couldn't move!" he protested.

"Well...." said Elrond, approaching them, "Now that that's over, you should all probably go change out of those wet clothes."

"What do you mean, Ada?" said Elladan. But sure enough, when they looked, they saw they were soaked from the water that had been on the floor.

"Well... at least we cleaned up all the water..." said Kerowyn, trying hopelessly to be positive. They all groaned and shot Iodhil a dangerous look before leaving. Everyone else shook their head.

"I'll go mix some herbal rubs." said Linwe, walking out after them.

"I hope they didn't hurt themselves to badly." said Sanarium, a smile on her lips. Searyn turned back to the book of poetry,

"I'm sure their hard skulls weren't damaged." Elrond took his own cup of tea and put it to his lips, but then removed it.

"Oh! I forgot... but I suppose I can tell them when they return..."

"Tell them what, Ada?" Elrohir inquired.

"Hmn? Well, actually I was going to tell you all. But, do you remember the Elf you disliked that left for Mirkwood seventy years ago?" Elrohir nodded. "Well, it seems he had returned to stay in Rivendell for at least a while."

"But why is that news, Ada? Surly you don't think he will cause us trouble... He was indeed rude, but not cruel."

"Yes, well... I'm afraid you've never heard his views on the Moriquendi..."

"Do you mean...the Drow or all who don't go to Valinor?" asked Meahan.

"No... the Drow..." Elrond answered solemnly.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Kerowyn, Lindir, Elladan and Elenwe met up at a corner in the hall after changing clothes. Kerowyn looked Elenwe up and down and sighed. "I was hoping that you'd put on that dress I left in your room." Elenwe turned to Kerowyn.

"That was you?! What am I thinking of course it was you." Kerowyn giggled mischievously and turned around to head back to the lounge, but ran into an Elf coming the opposite direction.

"Oh, excuse me." The blonde elf stared down at her,

"Don't I know you? ...I've seen both of you in Mirkwood." he said motioning to Lindir. Lindir nodded.

"Yes, we are of Mirkwood... It is no doubt you would have seen us there. I am Lindir, this is my wife, Kerowyn." The elf turned to Elladan.

"Ah and Lord Elladan, how is your father?" Elladan's face showed his want to leave.

"He is well. So I see you have returned to Rivendell, Taron...." Taron nodded.

"Yes, I have." His eyes wandered to Elenwe and his indifferent expression changed to suspision. "And you are?" Elenwe shifted her weight under his unwanted gaze.

"I am Elenwe, I am not of Mirkwood nor Rivendell." Taron studied her features quickly.

"Then you must be of Lorien. For surly Lord Elrond would never let a Drow within the gates." Elenwe glared at him.

"No. I am a Drow... and Elrond let's me come and go at will. What is it you are saying?" Taron's suspisions turned into disgust.

"Then as I thought......" he said to himself and continued on his way. Elenwe looked after him, pondering what he meant exactly. Elladan sighed.

"Well, now you've met Taron. Don't let his high and mighty additude irritate you... he always behaves that way." Elenwe turned from Elladan and stared down the hall after Taron. Why did she get the feeling that that would be impossible?

~~~~~~~

The next morning dawned bright and clear. Elenwe rose from her bed in the cottage to the sound of a tea kettle whistling. She heard people talking, two male voices and one female voice. The female voice was obviously Luna's, it had a soothing melodic qualtiy in her surprisingly deep voice. But she couldn't distinguish the two male voices apart, not from the muffled way they sounded through the walls. The voices could be anyones. Elenwe threw on one of her tights underneath her fresh 'dress', a set of boots, her belt, and walked out. Luna was bending over the fire place, head turned the opposite direction. She was obviously talking to Elrohir, who nodded his head when he saw Elenwe. The other male voice belonged to Legolas who was sitting at the kitchen table. He stood when Elenwe walked into the room. There was a clang, and a quick cough from the fireplace. Luna had dropped something, caught off-guard by something Elrohir said. She surfaced shaking her head and coughing. She was laughing at the same time, and the coughing lessened, and laughing reigned.

Luna went back to the fireplace and stoked the fire, then moved to the counter to cut some vegetables. Elenwe knew that Luna would throw them into a pot and onto the fire for the rest of the day, and later that evening there would be a delicious supper for Elrohir, Luna, Legolas, and Elenwe to sit down too. Luna cooked well, and tonight there was nothing of interest in the Great hall. Besides that, Luna had heard the Taron was back, and she wanted to avoid him as much as possible.

"Morn." Elenwe said as she poured herself a cup of peppermint tea from the teapot. She took a seat across from Legolas, and Elrohir joined them. "What are you making?" she asked Luna. Luna continued systematically chopping vegetables.

"Elrohir's favorite Moon Dish, you know, that stew."

"Really? Yum. So we are eating at home tonight?"

"No...I'm wasting my time preparing this for the horses....of course we are eating at home!" Luna said, her knife now slicing through some herbs. Elenwe grinned at Luna's particular brand of sarcasm.

"Are Kerowyn and Lindir coming tonight?"

"No...they are eating dinner at their home. Without Elrond or Glorfindel having a family dinner tonight, we are left to our own devices. And we are going to be for the next few days. There is too much for everyone to do. I hope you aren't disappointed."

"No problem for me." Elenwe grinned, she enjoyed eating dinner with just the four of them. Sometimes all the people in the Homely House could get so stifling. Personal dinner's were more entertaining, yet...at the same time she couldn't deny that large dinners were fun too. She took a sip of the tea and automatically choked. "Peppermint...tea..." she gasped and then stuck out her tongue. Legolas and Elrohir laughed and Luna rolled her eyes. "Why couldn't you make Ker's tea??" Elenwe whined. Luna shook her head.

"I can't make it everyday!" she answered, exasperated. Elenwe pouted.

"I don't see why not."

"Because I don't like it all the time, and unless you are going to get up early, then I choose the tea."

"But Ker's tea is the only kind I drink!"

"Too bad! I am tired of having to ask Ker for more tea. Just drink it or don't drink any at all!" Luna responded, going to a cupboard to get a pot. Elenwe was about to reply when there was a knock at the door. She got up to answer it, flashing Luna a look telling her that Elenwe was not done with this argument. Elenwe walked to the door and opened it. There stood Taron. Elenwe's eyes hardened.

"May I help you?" she asked with pure falsity. Taron smiled smoothly, his look coldly arrogant.

"I came to see Elrohir, and to greet Luna." He smiled, though the smile didn't reach his eyes, there was still that look of superiority Elenwe had seen earlier. Elenwe's own eyes now darkened as well.

"They're not here." She moved to slam the door, but he caught it. Elenwe was caught off guard by how strong he was.

"Then who is the blonde Elf I see moving about in the kitchen?" He asked smoothly, but anger taking away some of the smoothness. Elenwe glanced through to the next room.

"That's Legolas from behind." She said. But suddenly the blonde head turned and Taron raised an eyebrow.

"Then Legolas looks remarkably like Luna." Elenwe sighed.

"I'll let her know that you're here." she forced out.

"Good." Taron moved to walk in, and Elenwe shot him a look and shut the door in his face. She walked back into the kitchen, and Luna looked up from where she was slicing some meat.

"Who was at the door?" she asked, moving around the kitchen. Elenwe grummbled.

"Three guesses, and the first two don't count." she replied sourly. She didn't know exactly why, but seeing Taron early this morning had put her in a bad mood. Luna quirked an eyebrow and glanced out the window. In an instant her eyes turned a light shade of gray.

"Taron..." She said, trying not to break the stalk of celery she had in her hands. "I'll go talk to him." Luna left the room, and the other three could see her open the door and invite Taron inside. Within a few moments he was seated at the kitchen table with a cup of peppermint tea, after greeting Elrohir and Legolas properly. Luna continued back to the counter where she started dicing some more veggies. Taron could hardly contain his look of gloating. Elenwe scouled as she leaned against the wall and through her mind the same thing kept running: "How?! How in the Hell can Luna just invite him in like that when I know she hates him too??!!!!!".

"This is where you should be Luna, in the kitchen, like a proper woman should be. And one of your status...ahh, how the world would love to see you here, being a woman. Tell me, have you tired of trying to be warrior?"

Luna stiffened, and Taron felt a moment of doubt about his comment...Luna was dangerous at a close distance. But the real threat was behind him. When Taron had said this comment, Elenwe's left eyebrow twitched rapidly. She rapidly and quietly grabbed a crystal vace, which Luna had placed for decor. Elenwe had it raised to smash over Taron's head, but Elrohir jumped in just in time. He snatched the vase and took it away from Elenwe's arm length. She pouted a moment, and Legolas gripped her shoulder. Elenwe was seething, just waiting to get her hands on the bastard. Luna turned and glanced coldly at Taron.

"So this is the hello you wished to give me? Og le noejk, ghek li amos Ithil!*" Luna cursed in Moontong, and then turned, her eyes flashing dangerously. "Get out of my house. You are not welcome here. Go. Now! Before I decide to finish you for myself! Goyemka!**" She spat, and Taron, fearing for his life, excused himself quickly.

((* You worthless creation of Ithil!; ** Bastard!))

Luna turned and looked at the food she was preapring. She hurriedly put the knife down and left the room, fearing for her friends personal safety. Legolas released Elenwe once Luna had done so, and Elrohir moved to finish chopping the vegetables. Elenwe sat down at the table as Legolas pulled down the container of Kerowyn's Heart Warming Tea, and heated a kettle of water. Once it was finished he poured Elenwe a glass, and put some water in a pot for the stew. Then he sat down and looked at Elenwe, who was clutching the tea cup. "Yup. ...Still seething." Legolas thought.

"So, yeah, that Taron. As you saw he and Luna don't really get on all that well. It takes a lot to get her to talk Moontong"

"...Neither do we." Elenwe said, teeth clenched. She could already tell that she wasn't going to like Taron. There was a knock at the door, and Kerowyn stood there, each of her daughters held firmly in hand.

"Kerowyn, Lailya, Dailya." said Elrohir when he opened the door. He glanced down at her slightly expanded midsection and smiled. Kerowyn loved her girls, and loved the idea of having another little one to add to the family. Besides, they were his nieces, why shouldn't he be excited. He stepped aside to let her in, and automatically Lailya reached for him. He lifted her up and put the child on his shoulders. Kerowyn started to laugh, and Elrohir winced when she pulled his hair. Kerowyn laughed a little bit more. Elrohir led Kerowyn to the kitchen, where he got some snacks down for the twins, and a cup of tea for Kerowyn. She looked at the assembled group and quirked an eyebrow.

"I had an interesting meeting with Taron today. He was walking away from here in quite a hurry, and looking as though he was trying to regain some dignity that he had lost. It was quite funny actually. I half expected him to say something about my daughters, but nope, I just got a greeting, and a hasty one at that."

Elrohir tried hard to hold back a chuckle, and Legolas cracked a small smile. Elenwe jsut scowled some more.

"Yes, that was quite the entertainment." Elrohir said.

"Oh yes, it was wonderful. I didn't hear you get insulted." Came Luna's voice from the doorway. She stood there, leaning against the frame, holding Dailya, who had seen Luna first.

"Wait...what did the arrogant idiot say to you?" Kerowyn asked, looked excited at the idea of a little bit of gossip. Luna clenched her teeth and only said one word.

"Goyemka!" She spat again, and Dailya looked startled at the unusual anger in Luna's voice. Luna crooned an apology to the young penneth, and Dailya settled again. There was yet another knock on the door. Luna sighed, and with Dailya still in her arms, she answered it.

Elrond stood there, behind him stood a smug Taron. Luna wordlessely stepped aside and allowed Elrond entrance. She briefly considered closing the door before Taron could enter, but a sharp look from Elrond made her keep the door open. And, oh, did Taron take his sweet time. Finally he was inside, and Luna shut the door, trapping the smell of good food and drink in the cottage.

Elrohir immediatly gave up his seat for his father, and Elrond sat down. Luna sat in the vacant chair, and that Left Taron, standing, forgotten by all in the room.

"What may I do for you, Elrond?" asked Luna, expecting what her answer would be."

"I came for greetings and a bit of talk..." Elrond cleared his throat and began to speak to Luna, Elenwe, Elrohir, and Kerowyn in quiet tones about the expected treatment of the guest. It gave Taron pleanty of time to slip out unnoticed and look around the house, for quite soon the company had moved on to other subjects, and Elrond had been needed else where.

Taron looked around the front room. It was the recieving room, the parlour, the living room, and it was impeccably decorated. The soft muted colors went well with the cream colored walls, and the room had a glow to it. He continued down the hall, stoping often to look in open doors. He was more interested in learning about the Drow Elf that Elrond had allowed in the land of Imladris. Taron reached her room and checked to make sure that no one was in the vicinty before opening the door fully and stepping inside.

Taron was surprised at first. In his mind the Drow Elves were uncouth barbaric beings who had no meaning of the word civilization. But this room showed none of that. It had cream colored walls, as the rest of the house, but the bedding was in a deep purple with a satin coverlet. The sheets were a light lavender, and the green satin curtains framed the window, portaying outside beautifully. The room was also filled with little whatnots that were Elenwe's own personal addition to her room, things she had had when arriving in Rivendell as well as things she had aquired since. In reality, there were a lot of them to cottage, but Taron didn't know which was which. He looked around some more. There was a gorgeous dark wood shelf that had both books and some knick-knacks sitting upon it. Sitting upon the shelves was the shining dagger Luna had given Elenwe and a pack of herbs from Linwe, but the other items were what caught Taron's eye. He walked over and picked up a thin string of worn leather with a pendant hanging upon it. Driven deep into the amulet with golden leaf was the bust of a magnificent horse. Taron let his fingers slip upon the ripples within the circular piece of hard leather and as he did so his eyes wandered to another piece of jewery, or so he thought it. He scouled. A large onyx like claw that curled around almost completely was strung unto a bit of dead vine with a few beads. How discusting, Taron thought. But he expected such vulgarity from a Drow. Taron quickly slipped the Rohirrim necklace into his tunic, supposing it would come in handy later, and continued to look about. There was also a wardrobe of the same kind of wood, and it was open. Taron could see many different kinds of tunics and one not-so-formal looking gown. An odd looking one, however, and he knew the make to be exclusivly Drow. He wrinkled his nose. There were some boots sitting by a dressing table, knee high, leather black boots. Something he might expect the new comer to wear.

How different from the High Elf races the Drow were. There was nothing that was refined about them. And to top it off, they allowed their women to roam freely about the land, how else could Elenwe be here? Toran could only shake his head in disgust. Even the Moon Elves hadn't been that Barbaric, though they were barbaric in many other ways. The Moon Elves worshiped a woman Vala! That was the utmost disrespect. Their lone Vala was a woman, and not of normal mind. She was the moon! The harbinger of evil! And wasn't Luna named after the Vala? Arithilwen, was that not her name, Noble Moon Maiden? The name of their Vala in her name? Ithil? Did that not show the utmost disrepect to the upstanding Valar who the Elves should worship?

Toran got so caught up in his mental tirade that he did not hear the quiet footstep of a prince of Mirkwood coming up from behind him. Not until a hand was placed on his shoulder was he startled from his reverie. Taron jerked and looked at the angry face of Legolas.

"What, may I ask, are you doing within a private chamber in a house that is not yours?" Legolas asked, his voice deadly quiet. He did not take trespassing lightly. Not when Elenwe was concerned. Taron was at a loss for an answer and he's been wondering before, where Legolas had gone. He couldn't tell the prince that he was looking for a way to prove to the world that the Drow was race beneath their own. Legolas would not accept that. Not when he knew he was so infatuated with that wench.

"I...ah." Taron began, and a sudden idea came to him. "Someone told me that I could find something in the study, I wasn't sure what room this was...I thought perhaps that this was the study turned into a bedroom. But it looks as though I was wrong..."

"Yes. You are. ...This is the private chamber of Elenwe. I suggest you leave, now." Taron faked a laugh.

"Of course...but I must be going now. I apoligize for leaving abruptly, please give my regards to everyone." Legolas kept his eyebrows lowered as Taron excused himself and then quickly left the cottage once more. The run in with the Prince was too close. Taron would have to tread carfully for a while to keep on Legolas's good side. ((Not that he is normally...)) He stopped at the trees lining the forest and took Elenwe's necklace from his pocket. Once again he fingered the pendant. It was obviously Rohirrim. Why did she possess such a trinket? Taron grinned as he slipped the necklace back into his tunic, he knew he would learn something from it.

"Taron!" came suddenly and he swiftly turned around.

"Ah, Greetings, Prince Iodhil... What may I do for you?" Iodhil eyed him. His father nor his brother, nor himself for that matter, really liked Taron either. Taron's beliefs were always voiced back home in Mirkwood. Also he had set their family on a very perticular pedistal, it was a little disterbing to hear how wonderful you were from a guy like Taron almost every day and knew he meant every word.

"I was wondering if you had seen my brother?"

"Prince Legolas is at Luna's cottage, sire."

"Oh...I'd forgotten about that... perhaps I shall see what's up with them later, for now I'll visit the stables and see how the horses are doing."

"I shall accompany you, sire."

"Alright then...." Iodhil tried to fake a smile and knew Taron would never know the difference. Of course on the way to the stables Taron began to talk Iodhil's ear off about some sort of issue that had arisen in Mirkwood.

"...But of course, it's unreasonable---" Suddenly a sort of cry rang out, startling Taron a tad. "What sort of beast was that?" Iodhil chuckled,

"Oh, that was only Cyali...Elenwe must have let him roam today."

"You mean that sound came from a horse?" Taron asked in a shock.

"Well..." Iodhil began, "You'll see later."

~~~~~~~~~

Elenwe scanned the titles for the book in question. It didn't seem to be in the usual place, so she tried the back shelf. Merely walking down the asle was difficult, for still a few piles of books sat by the large wooden pieces of furniture. She finally saw the book and fingered the spine to be sure. "Yup, 'Darsia Prenil'." she said to herself as she pulled the book from it's place. Immediatly a small cloud of dust was released into the air, apparently the book had not been read in a while. Elenwe felt the particles tickle her nose and she tried to hold it in.

"Achoo!" she sneezed stepping backward into someone's arms. She could feel the warm breath on her ear as

"Pardon." was said by a familiar male voice. Elenwe looked up into the face of the one and only Taron and she grimaced. "Darsia Prenil? You cook as well?"

"No." Elenwe snapped. "I am a warrior and a diplomat, not some run of the mill, can't help herself maiden!" She pulled away from his hands and glarred at him.

"Pity...Because...I can easily see you preparing me dinner in a nice, long dress." Elenwe's fist clenched and she would have just clocked him right there, but Erestor poked his head around the corner.

"Oh, Elenwe.... Could you perhaps help me with this-- Am I interrupting?" he finished, noticing Elenwe's knuckles gone white from her own grasp.

"Oh, no, not at all good Erestor... Elenwe was just parting." What?! WHAAAT?! First he had the gall to hold her and whisper in her ear, then to suggest she be a little house wife, but now to try and govern her comings and goings???!!! WHO THE HELL DID HE THINK HE WAS???!!!!!

Erestor recognized Elenwe's expression, though he'd never actually seen her this overcome by fury, and quickly approached with a faint smile.

"I really could use your help Elenwe..." he said very kindly, gently taking her by the arm, "If you will excuse us, Taron."

"Of course." Erestor lead Elenwe into the hall way and then stopped only to notice she was barely breathing for her anger. He released her arm as gently as he had taken it and faced her with a calm demenor.

"Elenwe... I need you calm down." Elenwe gritted her teeth as she spoke.

"That'll happen after I murder him." Erestor suddenly became stern.

"If you're not going to calm down, you could at least breathe properly!" instictively Elenwe suddenly let out a deep breath, and actually felt a bit better. She continued to do so for a few moments until she felt she could control herself. Erestor's expression was calm once more as he set a hand on her shoulder.

"Do you feel clearer?" Elenwe nodded, quite relieved she hadn't killed him with misdirected rage. Erestor bowed his head in approval, normally he would ask what had upset her so, but he knew if he did she would revert to her rage. "Perhaps you should go find some of the others, not all of them can be busy..." Elenwe took another deep breath and nodded before leaving. As she walked down the hall doors away from the library now, she realized that Erestor played a more important part in her life than she'd known. He wasn't just a figure of authority (which she usually didn't like), someone to scold you for running in the halls. A pang of harsh sorrow filled her as she found she thought of him as an uncle. This only reminded her of how disobedient she was and how much trouble she caused for him...Dear Valar, she'd even punched him! Isillalive or not, that was unexceptable! She made a silent promise to herself to return the favors he had given as she rounded a corner.

Elenwe plotted down the steps and onto the dirt that separated the Last Homely House from the forest. To make herself feel better she decided to take another long breath.

Above, from a balcony not to far from the library, Taron stood watching Elenwe. A grin rose to his lips at his little accomplishment. He knew he had pressed the right buttons to get Elenwe ticked and he knew that if he kept going, it would only be a matter of time before she snapped. It would have been fun to try something like this with Luna, but he knew that that could be fatal, and as he had a respect of her as a princess (In a way...) he would not. But he just couldn't wait for this. He'd hoped it would happen in front of a lot of people, that would show them all just what the Drow really were.