Here shall be a story, a story of two maidens from a far off universe coming to rescue a world in dire need. Though they may be small, they were mighty. And this is their tale.

It was a rainy night on the outskirts of London, England, and a pair of best friends were having a sleepover. The girls were snuggled up in a beautiful canopy bed, chattering about the boys they found attractive, and things of that sort.

The older of the two was called Noel, and she had caramel-brown hair that fell in waves down to her ribs. The younger was called Arianne and had light blonde hair that fell straight down her back to her waist.

“You know what I wish?” Said Arianne, rolling onto her back and staring at the dark purple cloths that draped over the bed.

“Hmm?” Murmured Noel, closing her eyes and beginning to drift off to sleep.

“I wish we could have an adventure…” the blonde answered, her eyelids growing heavy.

“Me too…” whispered Noel, then she rolled onto her side and fell asleep, and shortly after, Arianne did the same.

At some time in the night, Noel rolled over, her eyes slightly opening as she half-awoke. As she began to close them, she realized a bright light was shining in the room, and she quickly sat, shaking Arianne.

“What?” Groaned Arianne, then saw the light and sat as well, her eyes as wide as they could be under the circumstances. A shining figure stepped towards them, a soft smile upon her lips.

“Have peace, dear ladies,” said a calm, relaxed voice that the girls knew all too well. “I have come to ask your help. I am Galadriel, of Lothlorien.”

Noel looked at her, clutching the necklace that hung around her neck. “G-Galadriel?”

The beautiful creature, who was none other than the great Elf, nodded her golden head. “Middle-Earth has fallen into great peril. The evil can only be defeated by Man, and the men of Middle-Earth have no honor. We have desperately searched for someone noble enough to fight this evil, and we have decided upon you.”

“Who’s decided upon us?” Asked Arianne, rubbing her face.

“The Great Elven Council,” Galadriel replied calmly, then offered her hand to the girls. “Rise, and return with me to Middle-Earth.”

“Miss, er, Lady Galadriel, I hate to question you, but we’re not heroes. Ela’s 19, I’ve just turned 20! We grew up in London, we’d die before we even saw battle…” Noel said, looking down at her hands. Galadriel gently took the girl’s hand, then spoke to her mind.

“Take heart, Noel, daughter of Hunter, when the time comes, you will find you have more courage than you know.”

Noel looked up, smiling softly at the beautiful Elf. She looked over to Arianne, who smiled and then looked at the She-Elf.

“We will come.”

The two girls woke quite some time later in a bright room, where everything was white and gold. They had no memory of the trip to Middle-Earth, but knew that they had arrived and had been tended to, then sent to bed.

Noel sat up, looking around and gently touching her hair, which was braided elaborately. She felt the necklace that was still around her neck, then stood and went to the window, looking out.

“Rivendell…” she murmured. “Ari, wake up!”

Arianne sat up, her eyes growing. “Oh my gosh… why did…” she began, then sighed and rubbed her eyes. She smiled slightly when she looked up, taking in the beauty of her surroundings.

As Arianne stood to join her friend, a quiet knock sounded on the door.

“My ladies?” Asked a gentle voice, then walked in and smiled at the girls. It was none other than Arwen, the beautiful young Elf who so greatly inspired the girls. Both found themselves bowing, but Arwen lifted them to their full heights.

“The Great Council awaits you downstairs,” she said, then kissed each girl’s cheek. “Welcome to Rivendell.”

Arwen then quietly left the room, and Noel grabbed Arianne’s arm. “Hehe! She’s even more beautiful in real life! Oh my gosh… do-do you think Legolas could be here? Or Thranduil?”

“Oh Noel….” began Arianne, then grinned and grabbed her friend’s hand. “You never know! Come on, let’s go meet them!”

The two young ladies hurried downstairs, their hair flowing down their backs as they rushed through the halls. Both froze at the doors, adjusting their dresses and hair.

“There could be anyone behind those doors…” murmured Noel, putting her hand around the handle. Arianne smiled, then nodded to her friend as she opened the door.

Both girls gasped at the sight that lay before them; at least twenty beautifully dressed Elves sat erect at the table, their long hair falling down their backs and their small circlets around their heads.

Noel and Arianne recognized quite a few: Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, Arwen, Legolas, and King Thranduil. The girls felt their hearts skip a beat at the sight of the Elves they’d so long crushed upon.

“Please, be seated. We have much to discuss,” Lord Elrond said, bowing his head to the girls and gesturing his hands to the empty seats. Kellan took a seat on the right of Thranduil, while Ela sat on the left of Legolas. Both girls tried not to look at their dinner partner, though the knowledge that they were sitting by men they had so long loved caused their cheeks to be red.

“I am glad you’re both here,” said Legolas, smiling at Noel and Arianne. The latter looked up at him, smiling shyly.

“I’m glad we’re here too, though I’m not certain as to why we are,” Arianne replied, glancing to Lord Elrond. The lord dipped his head, then rose to his feet.

“A shadow has come from the east,” he announced, and Noel’s eyes widened.

“A shadow?” She asked, feeling a chill slither down her spine. Thranduil glanced at her, his grey eyes seeming cold but concerned.

“Yes, and Lady Galadriel has heard its whispers,” Elrond replied, looking to the blond Elf. Galadriel dipped her head to him, then looked to the girls.

“He has spoken two names in a voice such as the grave,” she said, her voice as calm as ever.

“And… what are they?” Asked Arianne, feeling her heart stop in her chest.

“Hunter and Timson,” she replied, looking between the two mortals. Noel felt as though she might throw up, and Arianne felt the color drain from her face.

“Those are our names…” said Noel, swallowing back her stomach. The Elves that sat by their sides looked to them, and Legolas placed a hand upon Arianne’s back, stabling her.

“We will not let this shadow overcome you, either of you,” he comforted, then felt Lady Galadriel silence him.

“You will overcome it,” she said gently, and looked towards Thranduil. “And the Greenleafs will be your trainers and protectors.”

Thranduil looked at her, tilting his head. “My Lady Galadriel, I truly do not see what use I would be to the mortal. You know where I stand on this entire crusade, yet you assign these humans to my care. I have no grief over the death of two mortals from another world.”

“Adar!” Cried Legolas, his eyes filling with anger. Arianne placed a hand on his, and the Elf calmed slightly.

“You are dismissed from this meeting, Thranduil,” said Lord Elrond. The Elvenking tilted his head slightly, then rose from the table and strode out of the room. Noel looked down, feeling her heart shatter a little inside. Arianne reached over, taking her friend’s hand.

Noel looked up, smiling weakly at her friend, then looking up at Lord Elrond as he spoke.

“You are all dismissed. Noel, Arianne, you will report to the courtyard at dawn tomorrow to begin your training. Until then, get some rest.”

The mortal girls stood, and Legolas rose, offering Arianne his arm. “Might I escort you to your room?”

Arianne blushed, looking into his eyes and nodding. “Yes please.”

So the three ascended the stairs, Noel taking up the rear of the party. Legolas stopped at the door, lifting Arianne’s hand and kissing it tenderly.

“Sleep well, my lady,” said the Elf, then turned and dipped his head to Noel before walking down the hallway. Arianne smiled dreamily, then walked back into their room and crawled into bed.

Noel curled up in hers, biting her lip as she realized what a stupid fantasy loving Thranduil had been. Arianne looked over, frowning.

“I’m sure he’ll come round, Noel. He’s just broken, you know that. Healing takes time,” her friend said, her blond hair falling over her shoulders. Noel smiled at the kind gesture, then wiped a tear from her eye.

“Thanks, Arianne. Sleep well,” she said, closing her eyes. Her friend smiled, then rolled over and fell asleep, having sweet dreams of the young Elf who had kissed her hand.

The next morning, a knock sounded on the door. “Ladies Arianne and Noel, you’re training begins in an hour.”

The girls sat, rubbing their eyes. Noel stood up, going to the wardrobe and opening it. “What to wear, what to wear…” she murmured.

Arianne stood, walking over to her friend. “Well if we’re training, we won’t want to wear anything too nice.”

Noel nodded, pulling two dresses from the wardrobe.

“How about these?” Noel asked, holding them up. Arianne smiled, taking the one with the dark blue trim.

“These are perfect… oh and look at the hoods! They’re beautiful,” Arianne murmured, then took her night dress off and slipped it on.

Noel did the same, the dresses fitting them like a glove and making them look like queens.

“Here Noel, let me braid your hair back,” Arianne offered, having her friend sit down.

After they finished their hair, the girls headed outside, where Thranduil and Legolas were awaiting them.

Their reactions were entirely different to the coming of the girls. Legolas’s face turned up in a smile, and he went to Arianne, bowing to her.

“I trust you slept well,” he said, and the mortal blushed, nodding.

“I slept very well, thank you,” she said. Legolas smiled, then led her to the weapons.

“Do you prefer sword or bow?” He asked, though in his heart hoped she would say bow. Arianne grinned, looking at the archer.

“Bow,” she replied. Legolas grinned, lifting a bow and handing it to her.

“Then from here on out, this shall be your bow. I must admit, I am glad you chose a bow,” he said. Arianne smiled, taking the bow into her hands.

Thranduil, on the other hand, merely looked at Noel with skeptical eyes. “Pick up your sword.”

Noel had no idea which sword to chose, so she reached out for a long, sleek one with Elvish writing on the blade.

Thranduil watched, his grey eyes piercing every layer of the girl, perceiving her nervousness, her excitement, and a hint of an emotion he could not pinpoint.

“A wise choice,” he said, though it sounded less a complement and more a ‘you are not as incompetent as it would seem.’

Noel looked at him, then back to the beautiful sword. The Elvenking pulled his own blade from its sheath, lifting it at an angle.

“Show me what little you may know,” he said, his face as calm as ever. Noel felt a rush of excitement, and quickly batted at the king’s sword, the Elvenking barely dodging in time to block the blow. His expression did not waver. He quickly moved his sword, slicing it towards her. Noel blocked it beautifully, and Thranduil looked at her with slight (extremely slight) admiration.

“You are not as incompetent with a blade as it would seem. You have obviously been trained with a sword.”

“I do re-enactments where I’m from; I know my way around a sword,” she said, holding her bravery and wit close to her.

“Yet the art of a blade lies not only in the combat, it also lies within the footwork. Make an improper move, and you find your head lying upon the dirt, no longer attached to your body.”

Noel gulped at the cold, harsh way he said those words, but kept her cool and awaited further instruction.

“Take for example a step like this,” said the king, and placed his right foot ahead and slightly to the right. Noel stepped back and to her right, and the Elvenking nodded. Thranduil took a large step forward, lunging his sword. Noel leaned back and to the side, the sword barely cutting her neck. Thranduil made a graceful move, but Noel was back on her wits quickly and had her blade to the king’s neck.

“You have some skill; for a human, much less a woman,” he said. Noel dropped her sword to her side, slightly out of breath. Thranduil glanced at her neck.

“Get washed up,” he said, then turned and walked to his son, who was grinning at Arianne’s skill with a bow and arrow. His hands rested upon hers, and he carefully guided her hands.

“Legolas, tolo a nin, (come with me)” Thranduil said, looking at his son with harsh eyes. Legolas gently removed his hands, dipping his head to Arianne then turning to his father.

“Am man theled, Adar?(For what purpose, father?)” Legolas asked, stepping over to his father. The Elvenking looked upon his son, then glanced at the mortal.

“Avo faro an drastad; telitha angin, (Don’t look for trouble; it will come to you)” Thranduil warned. Legolas furrowed his brow.

“What do you mean?” He asked. The Elvenking squinted his eyes slightly, then quickly shifted them towards the mortal.

“You know of whom I speak,” he said. “Continue your lesson.”

Legolas watched as his father walked away, his face holding an underlying anger. What trouble was it for him to be in love with the mortal? Besides, it wasn’t love yet, just fondness.

Arianne was sitting on a bench, waiting for Legolas to return. The young Elf walked back to her, sitting by her side. The mortal smiled, looking up at him.

“I’m glad I’m here, Legolas,” she said.

“As am I, my lady.”

Back across the courtyard, Noel was returning, her wound washed and covered, though it was barely a scratch. Thranduil walked to her side, looking down at her.

“Agility is another very important lesson that a warrior must learn; to navigate a battle is an art, and without the proper instruction, you will not survive a moment in a war,” he said, then looked at her. “Run across the courtyard, leap over the bench, slid under the low-hanging arbor, then run back.”

Noel swallowed, looking up at him. “May I go change clothes first? I don’t think I’d be fighting in a dress like this…”

“A warrior never knows when he may find himself in the midst of a battle; you must be prepared whenever the time may come.”

Noel nodded, then took in a deep breath. As she let it out, she dodged across the courtyard, leaping over the bench with no trouble at all, but when she tried to slide under the arbor, she tripped and crashed, her dress flipping up over the arbor and her legs going underneath it. Arianne noticed, gasping and running to her friend.

“Noel oh my gosh, are you alright?” She asked, helping her friend out from underneath the arbor.

“Yeah I’m alright…” Noel answered, her cheeks red with embarrassment. Thranduil looked upon the scene with a lifted chin, and his son came to his side.

“Why did you do that? You knew she would not make that without being properly instructed on how to do so,” Legolas said, watching as Arianne assisted her friend.

“She believes that she possesses the skill of a warrior simply because she can wield a blade. That thought must be broken before we can truly accomplish anything. You would be wise to do the same with Lady Arianne,” the Elvenking said, looking down upon his son.

“I do not believe in crushing someone before I uplift them,” he said slightly sternly, then went to the ladies and asked Noel if she was at all injured. Thranduil watched in silence, and although he would never admit it, he admired the fact that this human was not as afraid as most mortals were. He pondered this, returning to his chambers for the rest of the night.

The next two weeks were filled with training, all day everyday. Noel and Arianne had greatly improved, both becoming true warriors. And it was not only the fact that they were being trained, but the Great Power of Good was filling them, enabling them to do more than they could ever imagine.

One bright sunny morning, Arianne and Noel were practicing, and Thranduil was hardly able to hold back a slight smirk. Legolas and Arianne were having a competition, and Noel and the Elvenking were having a small duel.

Noel had improved so greatly that one might think she had been a swordsman her entire life. She stepped back, twisting Thranduil’s sword out of his hand and kicking him to the ground, the tip of her blade to his throat. The Elvenking let out the slightest smirk, looking up at her.

“You have greatly improved in the course of two weeks,” he said, Noel moving her foot from his chest and sheathing her sword.

“And you've smiled for the first time,” she replied, watching Thranduil as he rose to his full height, adjusting his cloak.

“An accidental slip of emotion, I assure you,” he said, looking down at the mortal. Noel nodded once, pursing her lips. “You are dismissed from lessons. I trust you and Arianne will be at dinner.”

“Yes of course,” replied Noel, and the Elvenking nodded at her words. She stayed where she was a moment, then turned and went back upstairs.

Arianne had just shot an arrow through Legolas’s, gasping as she did so. The young Elf grinned, lifting her and spinning her.

“Pardon me, my lady, but you have improved so much over the course of the last two weeks!” He cried. Arianne laughed, her hands on his shoulders.

“Only because you’ve helped me so much,” she said, Legolas setting her back on the ground. Both smiled, and the Elf put a gentle hand on Arianne’s cheek.

“Legolas, Gwêm! (let’s go)” Thranduil cried, breaking the young Elf and mortal’s moment.

“Telin, Adar,” Legolas said, then leaned in close to Arianne’s ear. “Meet me in the courtyards, tonight when the moon hits the center of the sky.”

Arianne smiled, nodding and watching the young Elf join his father, the two walking in silence back to the beautiful building. The mortal sighed dreamily, then headed back to her quarters.

Noel was lying on her bed, grinning like she was in a trance, her eyes shut. Arianne walked over, poking her cheek.

“Noel… earth to Noel!” She said. Noel snapped out of it, her eyes opening.

“Hmm? Oh, hey, I didn’t hear you come in,” she said, sitting up. Arianne chuckled, pulling off her shoes.

“You were day-dreaming about Thranduil, weren’t you?” She asked, looking over at her friend. Noel blushed, looking at her hands.

“Yeah well… he’s beautiful,” she sighed, falling back on her pillows. “He actually smiled at me today. He said he didn’t mean to but I think he did.”

Arianne grinned, clapping once. “Oh Noel, I’m so happy for you! Oh and I’ve got to tell you, Legolas invited me to meet him in the courtyard at midnight and I think I’m going to go.”

Noel sat, her eyes wide and shining. “Well you’ve got to! That is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard of! You must go, and wake me before you do.”

Arianne laughed, nodding and slipping out of her training clothes and picking out a dinner dress.

“Which one? I love this white one but I think it would be best to save that for my midnight meeting,” Arianne muttered, biting her lip. Noel smiled, watching her love-sick friend.

“This?” Asked Arianne, lifting the dress up to her. Noel grinned and nodded, rising and looking in the wardrobe.

“Oh there’s a bright orange one just like it!” Noel cried, lifting the dress from the wardrobe. Arianne gasped, nodding.

“Perfect! Let’s bathe and then get ready, we want to look our best. Elrond said tonight was a special dinner.”

Noel agreed, then both girls went to their separate washrooms, bathing and letting their hair fall where it may.

By dinner time, both girls looked lovelier than anyone else from their world, their faces as radiant as the sun.

The two descended the stairs, walking to the dining hall with grace and elegance. The guards standing by the doors opened them wide, and the entire dining hall rose as the ladies walked in.

Arianne and Noel’s eyes widened, this being the last thing they would have expected. King Thranduil and Prince Legolas walked to the ladies’ sides, the younger offering his arm to Arianne and the elder offering his to Noel.

Thranduil wore a long, flowing red coat over his silver robes, his boots shined from being freshly polished and his light hair was laid back on his head but not held by any crown. Legolas wore a sleek, silver robe, fastened by a dark silver leaf, and a small circlet adorned his head.

The prince bowed to Arianne, taking her arm and leading her slowly to the front table. He looked at her, smiling.

“You are as radiant as the sun, my lady,” he said quietly, and Arianne’s cheeks went pink. Legolas smirked ever so slightly, then walked on quietly.

Thranduil offered his arm to Noel, who took it gladly. The Elvenking looked down at her, something twinkling in his cold grey eyes.

“If I might offer you a complement, Lady Noel,” he said quietly. Noel’s eyes widened slightly at his comment, but she nodded delicately. “I have never seen a lady in the race of Man look as elegant as you do tonight.”

Noel smiled, looking up at the Elvenking with bright eyes. “Thank you, my lord.”

Thranduil dipped his head ever so slightly, then drew her chair for her and helped her sit, Legolas doing the same for Arianne. The king and prince sat beside the ladies they had escorted, then Lord Elrond rose and instructed everyone to sit.

“Tonight, we honor the ladies of the light! Lady Noel and Lady Arianne, who have come from across worlds to fight the evil of the rising shadow. The war will be upon us soon, but tonight, we celebrate! We celebrate their coming, their lives, and the Power of Good that is upon them! So feast, make joyous conversation, and remember the victories of past and the victory to come!”

The hall roared with cheers, Arianne and Noel beaming. Underneath the table that the lords and ladies sat at, Legolas reached his hand over and gently took Arianne’s hand. The young girl looked over at him, her surprise turning to overwhelming joy.

The night was wonderful; laughter and feasting, stories of past victories and parties, jokes and fables galore. Noel and Arianne completely forgot about the oncoming threat, and all their fears gave way to celebration.

The party went on through the night, and at some point Legolas leaned over to Arianne.

“Meet me in the gardens in a few moments,” he whispered, then rose and quietly slipped out of the room. Arianne grinned, then turned to Noel and pulled her aside.

“Legolas and I are going to the gardens. Cover for us?” She asked. Noel smiled, nodding and taking her friend’s hands.

“Have a wonderful time,” she whispered, then watched as Arianne grinned and hurried off down the hall. Noel sighed, then turned as a hand placed itself upon her arm.

“Noel, if I might have this dance,” Thranduil said, standing tall and erect beside her. Noel felt her heart flutter up inside her chest, and she nodded.

“I would love that.”

And so, they danced.

In the courtyard, Legolas stood by the tree, watching the twinkling stars in the night sky. Arianne came to him, standing quietly by his side. Legolas smiled softly, feeling her presence but not looking at her just yet.

“Stars are beautiful, are they not?” He asked, his voice sounding like a dream. Arianne looked up to the sky, her eyes twinkling with the starlight.

“They are…” she murmured. Legolas looked down at her, his smile changing to one of deep affection. Arianne looked up at him, smiling softly. Legolas took her hands gently, then leaned his forehead against hers. This gesture to Arianne was one of gentle love; a love that would blossom and grow, and last an eternity. Both closed their eyes, staying in this way for the remainder of the night, their thoughts of good and lovely things.

The next morning, Arianne was in her bed, though she’d only just crawled in. Noel woke up, yawning and stretching. She glanced out the window, then gasped and ran to it, looking at the horror before her eyes.

What she saw was this: a dark shadow seemed to crawl towards their kingdom, slithering in like a vicious snake stalking its prey. It lapped at the edges of Rivendell’s buildings but could not penetrate them. Noel watched in horror, then gasped as she saw Thranduil and Legolas standing where the shadow had not yet touched.

The young girl ratted on her window, heart pounding. “No no no! Oh please go back inside…” she whispered. Legolas turned from his father, going inside. The shadow was quickly upon that spot, concealing Thranduil from her sight. Noel’s eyes widened and she pressed her hands to the window, her breath held within her.

Then suddenly, the shadow was gone. She looked to the spot where Thranduil had been, but was no more. Noel gasped, running down the corridor. She crashed into Legolas, the young Elf catching her before she could fall.

“Your father, did he get back inside?” She asked, clutching his arms. Legolas furrowed his brow, frowning a bit.

“He has not come in since last we talked. He should still be outside,” he said, and Noel pulled away from him, hurrying outside. She froze, looking at the Elven crown that lie upon the ground.

“Oh God please no,” she prayed, tears welling up in her eyes. Legolas stepped out after her, his eyes widening.

“Did you see what it was?” He demanded gently, kneeling and lifting the woven crown into his hands.

“The Shadow.”

The council was called immediately, and Noel sat next to Thranduil’s empty chair, looking at her hands. Legolas sat across from his father’s hollow space, holding the crown in his hands and stroking the branches. Arianne hurried in, her eyes wide with the news she had been given.

“What happened?” She asked, sitting down next to Legolas and putting her hand on his, looking across at her friend.

“The Shadow was here. It… took, Thranduil,” Noel replied, trying not to let new tears come to her eyes. Arianne swallowed, looking at the crown then at Legolas.

“What did it look like?” She asked, looking back over towards Noel. Her friend looked at her, slightly irritated, not at her friend, or even the question; she was on edge.

“It was a shadow, Arianne. A great, black shadow,” she replied. Arianne gulped, then looked up as Lord Elrond, Lady Galadriel, and Arwen entered the room.

Once everyone arrived, the meeting began, Galadriel’s eyes fixed upon Noel.

“The Shadow cannot penetrate our walls, though it made its way to our city without warning. Lady Noel, you say it took King Thranduil,” he said, looking towards the hazel-eyed girl.

“Yes, it came almost like a black fog in a way; I couldn’t see Thranduil once it covered him. Then it vanished and he was just gone,” Noel answered, looking to Elrond. The group began talking, thinking of a rescue party and a battle plan.

Galadriel looked to Noel, her voice gently penetrating the young girl’s mind.

“You saw the Shadow, and it saw you. Your heart is greatly troubled, not only for the wellfare of the King but for the safety of your friend and that of yourself.”

Noel nodded, looking down at her hands. The fair-haired She-Elf watched her, her eyes gentle but holding something else behind the kindness.

“The King himself has long been on your mind. You favor him highly.” Noel glanced up at Galadriel, her heart beginning to race. “The Shadow will attempt to cloud your mind, and to steal all light from within you. You must be stronger than this evil.”

Noel stood, her heart now racing in her chest. “If you’ll excuse me, I-I need some air,” she said, and hurried from the room, her dark dress flowing out behind her. She ran to the courtyards, collapsing by the largest tree and breathing heavily.

She was barely 20 years old, and now a Shadow was trying to take her over? Thranduil was a great king who had been in numerous battles, and the Shadow took him without warning. She had never done anything so brave in her life. She was going to die, she thought.

“My child, what troubles you so?” Asked a kind old voice. Noel looked up, her eyes widening at the sight of a familiar face; it was Gandalf. She rose to her feet, looking at the Great Wizard.

“Gandalf… I’m scared, I can’t fight a Shadow! I don’t even think I could kill an Orc or a snake, much less something that isn’t physical. It took Thranduil, and Galadriel said it would try to take me. What-what if it does?”

Gandalf smiled, taking her hands gently. “Noel, you must remember that there is no darkness that can overcome light. You bear light within you, in stands in your name. It will not overcome you.”

Noel smiled slightly, feeling a rush of strength rush over her. She took in a deep breath, nodding and feeling a weight lifted off her.

“What won’t overcome who?” Asked a voice that sounded as if the bearer had a full mouth. Noel looked down, her smile brightening as a very familiar Hobbit walked over.

“Pippin, at your service!” Cried the short creature, bowing to the girl. Sure enough, his mouth was full of an apple, and he grinned at her, the apple juice dripping from his lips.

“And Merry!” Cried another, the second Hobbit coming to join the party. Noel grinned, looking at the two creatures who she had been so fond of. She bent over, hugging them both.

“Well welcome! I must say I’m really happy to see you,” she said, rising. As she did so, the necklace she wore slipped from under her dress, and the golden ring laid on her chest, plain for all to see.

The Hobbits’ eyes widened, both taking a step back. Gandalf furrowed his brow, clutching his staff tightly in his hand. Noel frowned at their actions, then looked down and gasped, pulling the necklace off.

“Oh gosh, I’m sorry. It’s not real, it’s just my necklace. See?” She asked, slipping the ring on her finger. Pippin and Merry gasped, clutching to each other. But when the girl did not disappear, they relaxed slightly.

“Why on earth would you be so foolish as to wear a thing like that?” Asked the Wizard, snatching the thing from Noel’s hand. She frowned a bit, watching him.

“Well see in my world I…” she began, but sighed and decided it was best not to go into detail. “I’m sorry, I should have taken it off.”

“Indeed,” muttered Gandalf, then the two Hobbits each took one of Noel’s hands.

“Common, we’ve got something to show you!” Said Pippin, grinning. Noel laughed, the two Hobbits pulling her off towards a cart that sat near the gates.

“Gandalf heard that you were coming, so we got together some welcoming things, seeing as you’re not from these parts!” Pippin said, Merry helping him hop into the wagon.

“We brought bunches of things from the Shire, including some ale from the Green Dragon, mushrooms and potatoes from the fields, a loaf of bread baked by my very own wife, and a letter from Samwise Gamgee!” Cried Merry, saying each thing as it was handed to him and he, in turn, handed it to Noel.

“Oh my goodness, you’ve thought of everything! This is so nice of you,” Noel said, holding the bags and kegs in her hand. Pippin jumped down from the wagon, grinning.

“You’ve got to try the ale, it’s the best brew in Middle-Earth!” He cried, looking up at the lady. Noel smiled, opening the jug and taking a drink.

“That is really good ale,” she commented, then Arianne and Legolas came over, the young Elf grinning at the sight of his old friends.

“Gandalf!” He said, and the two exchanged a gentle hug. Merry and Pippin saw the Elf, smiling widely and running to him, hugging his legs. Arianne smiled, going over to Noel.

“Well, it’s starting to look like a real adventure!” She said, then noticed the keg in Noel’s hands. “Is that ale from the Green Dragon?”

Noel nodded, handing her the keg. Arianne looked at it, then popped the top off and took a drink, smiling.

“They weren’t just kidding, this ale is fantastic,” she commented, smiling. Noel nodded, then watched as Pippin and Merry introduced themselves to Arianne, grinning and chit-chatting. Lord Elrond came out, smiling and inviting everyone to come inside.

The friends chatted and ate a large lunch, Pippin and Merry breaking into song. And although the afternoon was lovely, Legolas and Noel both had deeply troubled minds. Noel quietly snuck off, going down the hall. She stopped at the door she knew led to Thranduil’s room, pausing outside of it.

Everything in her brain told her no, but everything in her heart screamed yes. She glanced down the hall, then gently turned the knob, stepping into the room and shutting the door behind her.

Noel looked around, taking a deep breath. “What am I doing?” She whispered, then wandered to the bed, looking around. She looked at a painting on the nightstand, smiling slightly. It was a gorgeous picture of Thranduil and a young Legolas, and a beautiful woman by their sides.

“Noel? What the heck are you doing in here?” Hissed a voice from behind her. Noel jumped, turning to see Arianne in the doorway. She hurried over, sneaking out and shutting the door.

“I don’t know…” she replied, lip quivering. Arianne frowned, looking at her friend and taking her hand.

“You need to lie down, Noel. This has all been a bit too much for you,” she said. Noel nodded, feeling sick to her stomach. Arianne took her back to their room, tucking her in.

The next day, plans were in order to send a rescue party after the kidnapped king. This party included the two hobbits, the wizard, and the Elvenprince. Arianne and Noel were sitting with the group, and Noel was fiddling with her hands.

“I’d like to come as well,” Noel said, looking up at everyone. Pippin and Merry looked at her, as did the others, though the Hobbit’s expressions were the most priceless. It was as if they were the biggest warriors in the room, in charge of the entire opperation.

“Can’t; it’s too dangerous,” said Pippin, taking another bite of his meal. Merry agreed, lifting his mug and taking a drink.

“Please; I’m the only one who saw the Shadow, and I think since he was my mentor, I should help find him.”

Gandalf bit at his pipe, watching the young girl. Merry and Pippin looked towards the Wizard, awaiting his final word. For a while, all was quiet. Then Gandalf nodded, looking at Noel.

“You will join us,” he said. Arianne looked at the Wizard with wide eyes.

“If she goes, I go!” Arianne cried, rising from her seat. Legolas stood, placing a hand on her shoulder.

“Please, stay here where it’s safe. Lady Galadriel wishes to teach you more about the light, and the five of us will be more than enough,” said the Elf, helping Arianne sit. Noel looked at her friend, quite serious.

“Please Arianne…” she asked. Her friend sighed, then nodded, though very reluctantly.

“Then it is settled. We will leave at dawn tomorrow,” Gandalf said, then dismissed the meeting. Noel and Arianne headed upstairs, the latter looking at her friend.

“You must promise me you’ll be careful, and won’t do anything rash. I know you, and you tend to act before you think. If there are 20 Orcs, don’t go charging in on them,” she said, ascending the stairs.

Noel chuckled, nodding. “I’ll be fine, Ari. I’ll be back before you know it.”

Arianne smiled, nodding and opening their bedroom door. “You’ll need armor. They left some for us this morning.”

Noel went over to the chair, looking at the Elven garb and armor that laid upon it. She lifted the green armor, her eyes shining.

“This is beautiful…” she murmured, then looked at the pants, boots and tunic that lay near it. She smiled slightly, then yawned.

“I need to get some sleep. I probably won’t get much on the journey,” she commented, taking her robes off and crawling into bed. Arianne nodded, though her hands shook. She feared for her friend, and for the Elf she had begun to fall in love with.

Noel was asleep almost instantly, and Arianne sat on her own bed, lifting a book and beginning to read. She read until well after dark, then heard a light tap on the door.

Arianne rose from her bed, cautiously opening the door. Legolas was standing there, straight and tall. He looked down at her, inviting her into the hall with a nod of his head. Arianne glanced back at Noel, then quietly stepped out and shut the door.

“What’s the matter?” She asked, the young Elf taking her hands in his own.

“I do not fear death, but I fear leaving you behind. I will protect the Hobbits and Noel with my life, and I swear I will try with all in my power to return to you,” he whispered. Arianne felt tears slightly well up in her eyes.

“You’ve fought in dozens of wars and come out without a scratch,” she said, looking up at him. Legolas looked to her, smiling softly.

“Every time is different,” he replied, then leaned down and gently kissed her cheek. “I know we have only just met, but I feel as though I’ve known you my whole life. Wait for me.”

Legolas kissed her forehead gently, but held his lips there a moment. He then pulled away, bowed to her, and returned down the hall to his room. Arianne’s heart pumped in her chest, and she stumbled back into the room. She practically fell into bed, both in a dream and a nightmare.

“God, please let them live…” she prayed quietly. “Please.”

The next morning, Noel was up before the sun, getting ready for the journey. She sat on the chair, braiding her hair tightly. Her heart was racing, but from the outside she looked incredibly calm. When she finished her hair, she put on her clothing, grabbed her bag, and went to Arianne’s side.

“Ari? We’re leaving now,” she said, gently shaking her friend’s arm. Arianne opened her tired eyes, looking up at Noel.

“Right now?” She asked, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. Noel nodded, frowning slightly.

“In a minute, yeah,” she replied. Arianne rose from bed, pulling on her cloak and slippers.

“I’ll come down with you, and say goodbye,” she said. Noel smiled, then led the way down to the courtyard just as the sun began to rise. Legolas, the two Hobbits, and Gandalf were waiting for her.

“Good morning!” Cried the Hobbits at once, grinning as Noel walked out to them. She smiled, nodding her head to each of them. Gandalf mounted his horse, then Merry and Pippin mounted their pony. Legolas walked to Arianne, taking her hands and kissing her cheek.

“I shall return to you my lady, if I can,” he said. Arianne smiled, nodding to him.

“I know,” she said. The Elf smiled, then mounted his horse and waited for Noel to say goodbye. The young girl hugged her friend tightly, then mounted her horse and waved goodbye as the small party left.

The group rode all day, heading East towards Mordor. Noel rode calmly, her mind on Thranduil and him alone. She wanted this evil to be gone, to not take anyone from them. Legolas reached over, placing a hand on hers.

“Take heart, Lady Noel. We shall find him, and destroy this evil,” he comforted. Noel smiled slightly, nodding.

Gandalf looked back at them, then noticed a dark, hovering cloud. He raised his hand, the small group stopping. The cloud hovered over the hills, and the Wizard looked back at everyone.

“If Thranduil is here, he will be in one of the caves. We must take heart, and shine the light that is within us all,” Gandalf said, then Noel gasped slightly as the black Shadow moved South, opposite of where they were coming from. Legolas reached over, clutching her hand for comfort.

“Well that makes it a bit less frighting,” Pippin said, and Merry nodded in agreement. Gandalf took a deep breath, then led the party onward. Noel relaxed slightly, relieved that the shadow had left, at least for a while.

By the time the group reached the hills, it was dark outside, but the moon and stars were on their side and shone brightly. Gandalf dismounted, leading the others to do so as well. The hobbits slid off, then went to Noel and offered their hands. The girl smiled, taking their small hands and sliding off.

“Thanks,” she said, and the hobbits gave her a grin and a nod. Legolas dismounted, looking towards the hills.

“What can you see, Legolas?” Asked Gandalf carefully. The young Elf surveyed the area intently.

“There is a camp at the further cave, and they’re busy doing something. If my father is anywhere, it would be there,” he replied. The Wizard nodded, leading the group quietly towards the cave.

Once they reached the edge of the forest, they stopped and watched. Sure enough, there were at least 10 goblins in the cave, all standing around something and jeering.

Legolas quietly pulled his bow, lacing two arrows on the string. He aimed, then fired at the rock wall. The goblins heard the noise, and half of them scrambled out to investigate. Merry and Pippin drew their swords, as did Noel.

“I shall stay here as a watch, Pippin as well. Legolas, Merry, Noel, go see what you can find. Grace be with you,” Gandalf said. Noel looked to the young Elf, who gracefully walked to the cave, firing two arrows and killing two goblins instantly. Merry and Kira ran towards the cave, both slaying the remaining goblins.

Kira breathed heavily, trying not to pay much mind to the dead creatures. There was nothing more in the cave, but a small side tunnel went off to the right.

“My lady! You’d better come quickly,” Merry said, waving Noel to him. The young girl hurried over, then gasped as she saw the Elvenking; he was nothing like his former self. His wrists were chained to the wall, his hair was tangled, his robes torn and his scar was plain for all to see.

“Thranduil!” Cried Noel, running to his side and kneeling. “Merry find the keys!”

Legolas hurried in, his eyes wide with horror. “Adar!” He cried, and ran to his father’s side, gently lifting his face. “ Ni cheniodh? (Do you understand me?)”

Thranduil nodded, his head limp against his son’s hand. Merry hurried over, handing Noel the keys. The girl quickly unchained the Elvenking, who collapsed into his son’s arms.

“He needs healing, and quickly. Lady Noel, will you hold him while I get Gandalf? Merry, keep a sharp eye,” instructed Legolas, then gently shifted Thranduil into Noel’s arms. He stood, and with haste hurried from the cave. Merry stood, going to the mouth of the room and keeping watch.

Noel held Thranduil close to her, the heart within her chest pumping uncontrollably fast. The Elvenking was suffering, his face contorted in pain. The young girl’s eyes filled with tears and she gently caressed his cheek.

“Just stay with us, a little longer. You’ll be alright, Gandalf will heal you,” she whispered, rubbing his pale cheek with her thumb. The great king opened his eyes, one shining blue and the other a cloudy white.

“The Shadow…” he began, trying to get the words that were in his mind to come to his mouth. Noel pursed her lips, shaking her head.

“Shh… it’s alright,” she murmured, a tear sliding down her cheek. The Elvenking shook his head.

“It ripped the light from me,” he whispered, almost inaudible. Noel looked at him in confusion and horror.

“It… what?” She asked, feeling the king fading quickly in her arms. She brushed the hair from his face, wanting-needing-an explaination.

“When it is destroyed… I…” he breathed, then his eyes closed gently, his whole body going limp in her arms. Noel’s eyes widened and she shook her head.

“No… no… please,” she whispered, more tears coming to her hazel eyes. Legolas, Gandalf and Pippin entered right that moment, the young Elf’s bright eyes widening in horror. He stood frozen a moment, then slowly walked to the two, kneeling by them.

“Did he say anything?” He asked, his voice calm though his eyes twitched in sorrow.

“He said the Shadow ripped the light from him, and then he began to say something about when it is destroyed but…” she began, her lips quavering and more tears welling. Legolas gently took his father, the Wizard reaching down and pulling Noel up and into his arms.

Legolas spoke quiet words in Elvish over his father, Noel sobbing in Gandalf’s arms. The two Hobbits stood still, their heads bowed in sorrow and silence. After quite a while, Legolas rose, looking towards Gandalf.

“Can we take his body?” He asked, his eyes teary but his face composed. The Wizard sighed, knowing it was illogical to carry a body but knowing the Elvish traditions for death.

“As long as we leave now. The goblins won’t be gone forever, and the body will slow us down.”

Legolas nodded, carefully lifting his father’s body into his arms. Gandalf went to him, and Merry and Pippin took Noel’s hands.

“A first loss in a battle is always hard. If you need anything, we’re here for you,” Merry said. Noel smiled slightly, tears falling down her cheeks.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for you both,” she said, the hobbits leading her from the cave and hastening to the horses. They gently helped Noel up, then went to assist the elf and wizard with the body.

Noel watched, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks. Legolas lifted the body, then got on behind it, staying strong in spite of the pain. Merry and Pippin mounted their pony, and Gandalf mounted his horse, quietly leading the way.

The entire day, a light mist fell from the sky, and Noel handed Legolas her spare cloak. The young elf dipped his head to her, then carefully covered his father. It was nearly night by the time they arrived home, exhausted both physically and emotionally.

Noel stopped her horse in the courtyard, nearly falling off. A maid was quickly at her side, helping her back to her room. Merry and Pippin dismounted, going to their chambers in silence.

Arianne ran back outside, gasping at the sight. She hurried to Legolas’ side, looking at the covered body.

“No…” she whispered, hand clasping to her mouth. Legolas slid off, taking her hand.

“It brings me great sorrow to tell you that my father has died,” he said. Arianne’s eyes filled with tears, and she stood in sorrow as Gandalf and Legolas gently lifted the body, carrying it inside.

The young girl hurried upstairs, going into Noel’s room. Her friend laid on the bed, stock still. Arianne went to her side, sitting by her quietly.

“Noel?” She asked, gently. Her friend looked up, quiet for a moment, then burst into tears. Arianne held her close, closing her own eyes and letting tears well.

“Ari he died in my arms!” She cried, shaking. Arianne sniffled, kissing her friend’s head. She wanted to say something, but knew better. She merely held her friend close, letting her cry.

Noel sobbed until she was unconscious, and Arianne quietly laid her down, covering her gently and leaving the room in silence. She descended the stairs, bumping into Legolas.

“Legolas I am so so sorry,” she said, then her eyes widened as the young elf pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly. Arianne buried her face, tears dripping.

Legolas kissed her head, then pulled away and lifted her chin. “Arianne… losing both my mother and now my father only makes me realize how fragile life is, even an immortal life. When this war is over, I intend to marry you Arianne, if you’ll only have me.”

Arianne gasped, her eyes widening. So many emotions ran though her she could hardly keep track. She nodded her head, then leaned up and gently kissed his lips.

“Ni melithodh n’uir? (Will you love me for an eternity?)” Legolas whispered, kissing her cheek quite close to her ear. Arianne blushed, closing her eyes. And although she did not fully understand, she replied, “I will.”

The next morning, Noel was standing by the window, staring out at the horizon. A quiet knock sounded on the door, and she turned.

“Yes?” She asked, walking towards the door. Legolas opened it, looking down at her.

“I brought you this,” he said, holding out the wooden crown towards her. “I thought you might like it.”

Noel looked up at him, tears welling up in her eyes. “You should keep it. He was your father, and besides I was only assigned to him for safe keeping.”

“No… he admired you. He had a difficult time with his feelings and thoughts. He changed after the Last Alliance and after my mother’s death. But he was fond of you, not only in the way you fought but in who you were,” the young elf replied.

Noel shakily took the crown, sniffling. “Th-thank you.”

Legolas nodded, then dismissed himself, leaving the girl alone.

Noel shut the door behind him, carrying the crown back to her bed. She sat down, staring at the thing that rested in her hands.

Arianne tapped once on the door, then stepped in. “Will you come to the wake tonight? They’re singing Elvish songs and telling stories of Thranduil… it’ll be really lovely.”

Noel nodded, wiping her eyes after setting aside the crown. “Of course I’ll come. I don’t know why I’m so upset, I barely knew him.”

Arianne went to her side, sitting and taking her friend’s hand. “You’ve had a crush on him for ages. And he was starting, I think, in his own way, to become fond of you.”

Noel nodded slowly. “He said something about when the Shadow is diminished… I feel like…” she sighed, shaking her head.

“What?”

“Like he’s not dead. He said it ripped the light from him, and started to say “when the Shadow is vanquished, I…” and stopped. I just can’t help but think maybe, somehow, he’s alive.”

Arianne got up, pacing the room as she thought. “Oh my gosh… do you remember in that show, um, Once Upon a Time, how Peter Pan used to steal people’s shadows and they would die? What if it’s like that? What if the Shadow stole Thranduil’s light and is holding it somehow, but when we destroy it, the light will return to him!”

Noel rose, her heart pounding. “We need to run this by Gandalf,” she said, then grabbed her cloak and ran down the stairs. Arianne rushed after her, heart racing.

Gandalf was sitting with the hobbits, discussing the war and such things. Noel hurried to them, practically out of breath. Gandalf rose, his eyes slightly wide.

“Why my dear, whatever are you so worked up about?” He asked, taking Noel’s arms in his hands.

“We think Thranduil may still have a chance!” Arianne said, hurrying in after Noel. The Wizard looked to her, raising a brow.

“What do you mean?” Gandalf asked, sitting and motioning for them to join him. Both girls sat, their eyes full of hope and excitement.

“He said right before he died that the Shadow ripped the light from him. Then he started to say something about when the Shadow was vanquished, but he couldn’t finish. I think that maybe the Shadow stole his light, but if we destroy it, Thranduil will get his light back,” Noel said, her breathing quick with anticipation.

“I shall call a private meeting with Lady Galadriel, and get the news back to you,” he said. Arianne nodded, taking her friend’s arm.

“Thank you, Gandalf,” Ari said, then led Noel back upstairs. On the way, however, they ran into Legolas, who wore dark clothes.

“Oh, pardon me ladies. My mind is not in order today,” Legolas said, and Arianne took his hand gently.

“Legolas, we think there may still be a chance for your father. Gandalf is going to meet with Lady Galadriel to see if what we think may be correct,” she said. The young elf raised a brow, not understanding what she meant.

“The Shadow took his light, and perhaps if we destroy it, we can get Thranduil’s light back,” Arianne added. Legolas nodded once, starting to understand.

“I cannot express to either of you the gratitude I have. You cling to hope, and that fills the rest of us with belief. I do not know where any of us would be without you.”

“It’s what we’re here for,” Noel said, then dismissed herself and left the two alone. Legolas watched her go, then looked down to Arianne.

“Care to walk with me?” He asked, taking her right hand in both of his. The young girl smiled, nodding and following Legolas out to the gardens. It was only late morning, but the sky was dark and cloudy.

“The Shadow draws nearer,” Legolas said grimly, looking towards the sky. “The battle will soon be upon us.”

“I have faith that we can fight this, and win,” Arianne replied. Legolas smiled, looking down at her.

“You have the courage of a Hobbit, and the heart of an Elf, my dear Arianne,” he said. Ari blushed, looking down at the ground. The elf lifted her chin, pressing his lips gently to hers. Arianne wrapped her arms about his shoulders, Legolas’ free hand resting upon her waist. After a moment or two, they pulled away, but stayed in each others’ embrace for quite some time.

That evening, Gandalf and Lady Galadriel met up by the bed where Thranduil lie, the She-Elf looking deeply at his body.

“His mind races in horrors. He sees all that the Shadow does, and plans to do. His light lies in the hoards of the Shadow, staying bright but slowly diminishing. If the Shadow is not soon vanquished, we will lose the Elvenking forever,” she said gently, watching Thranduil’s still face.

Gandalf watched her, intently. “Then war is upon us.”

Galadriel turned to him, her face grave but her eyes hopeful. “The two mortals will save our world. But they will not be able to stay here forever. They will be returned home.”

Gandalf frowned, leaning on his staff and clearing his throat slightly. “Legolas intends to wed Arianne, and he believes Thranduil would intend on offering Noel a home, possibly a marriage as well.”

“There is nothing we can yet do to change things. The vanquishing of the Shadow is needed now. We shall focus on other things when their times have come.”

Lady Galadriel then dipped her head to the wizard, silently leaving the room. Gandalf sighed, looking at the body of Thranduil. He lingered a moment, then left and went to his chambers.

The next morning, a scream echoed through the halls of Rivendell. Noel and Arianne we up instantly, looking out the windows. Goblins and Orcs filled the courtyards and coated the buildings, smashing windows and throwing elves to the ground.

“Get your sword, Noel. It’s time,” Arianne said, throwing off her nightgown and pulling on her battle garb. Noel followed her lead, quickly twisting up her long hair and pinning it back. Within minutes the two were downstairs, Legolas waiting for them.

“Fight well. And if I should not again see you,” he said, and pulled Arianne close, deeply kissing her. Noel watched, feeling something inside her tear. She looked at the ground, then Legolas instructed them to charge. The warriors ran from the halls, fighting with all they had.

Noel and Arianne forgot their fears, slaying orcs and goblins left and right. The battle raged on, neither girl could have said for how long. The orcs and goblins kept coming, and the more they killed, it seemed, the more showed up to replace them.

“Arianne, 3 o’clock!” Noel cried, slicing the head off a goblin. Arianne spun around, shooting an arrow through the neck of an orc that ran towards Legolas. Merry and Pippin ran through, slicing ankles and finishing them off. Gandalf fought bravely, as did all the other elves alongside him.

The numbers of the enemy finally began to dwindle, and the girls felt their hopes soar, forgetting that this was only the beginning. Suddenly, a black cloud filled the air, and a voice like death hissed through the air.

“Glob búbhost! (Great fool)” It cried, and the girls froze with fear. The Shadow took a strange, human form, though it had no features; it was as a human shadow.

“Did you truly think you could destroy me? There is no light that can overcome the darkness!” It cried, then strode to Noel, twisting around her. It now took the form of a shadowy snake, squeezing the air from her. Noel gasped, and Arianne ran towards the thing, firing an arrow at it. It zipped through the Shadow, hitting Noel’s arm.

Arianne froze, the Shadow wrapping its black fingers around her throat. Legolas ran over, but the thing threw him back.

“You will die,” the Shadow hissed, and Noel watched in horror, clutching her injured arm. Arianne’s eyes rolled back in her head, but a light began to shimmer through her, as if her skin were glowing. The Shadow hissed, dropping her as if it had burned it. Arianne collapsed, trying to regain her oxygen.

Noel closed her eyes, thinking of everything good and pure, praying that this evil would torment them no more. The thing shrieked, growing lighter and smaller. Gandalf began speaking some incantation, his eyes closed. Legolas watched, kneeling and pulling Arianne into his arms.

Arianne glowed, murmuring one small phrase in ancient Elvish. With a scream louder than any Nazgul, the Shadow fell to the ground, the smoke fizzling out then vanishing all together. All the remaining orcs and goblins fell to the ground, dead.

Gandalf opened his eyes, and Merry and Pippin cheered. Noel opened her hazel eyes, feeling as if a weight had lifted from the world. The sky turned bright blue, and the birds began to sing once more. For a moment, everyone was happy. Noel looked towards Arianne with a smile, then it disappeared as she realized her friend was dying.

“Ari!” She cried, running over to her friend. Blood ran down her arm from the arrow, but she ignored it and placed a hand on her friend’s cheek. Arianne looked at her weakly, her eyes now a dark grey.

“We won…” she murmured, smiling softly. Noel nodded, tears dripping down her dirty cheeks. Legolas cradled the young maiden gently, her blonde hair flowing over his arm.

“Thranduil… is he alive?” She asked, her eyes partially closed. Noel began to shake her head, then looked up and saw the Elvenking standing under the overhang, watching with sad eyes.

“Yes… he’s here,” Noel said, tears anew welling in her eyes as she looked back to her friend. Arianne smiled ever so slightly, then leaned her head against Legolas.

“I wish I could have stayed…” she murmured. Legolas leaned down, pressing his lips to her head as tears filled his eyes.

“Savo hîdh nen gurth, Arianne (Have peace in death,)” He whispered, Arianne going limp in his arms. Noel began to sob, and Thranduil came to her side, pulling her up and into his arms. Legolas cradled Arianne close to his chest, tears falling down his cheeks.

All in the courtyard bowed their heads, mourning the loss of a warrior, a guardian, a friend.

Arianne was laid in the place of honor in the Great Hall, hands crossed and holding a beautiful rose. Noel stood by her side, a black veil over her tear-stained face. She watched her friend, thinking of all the good times they had

shared. She took in a shaky breath, then felt a gentle hand rest itself on her back.

“I offer my deepest sympathies,” Thranduil said, looking at the pale body that lie motionless.

“Thank you,” Noel said, taking comfort at his presence. Thranduil slid his hand into hers, taking it gently.

The two stood in silence and respect, hoping that the future would not hold such sadness.

The funeral was beautiful, and filled with music and love. Legolas walked to the bed, lifting Arianne’s hand into his own.

“I would have married you, Arianne. Gûr nîn *níniatha n’i lû n’i a-govenitham, (My heart shall weep until it sees you again)” He whispered, then slipped a small, dainty ring upon her finger. He leaned down, kissing her head gently.

The funeral ended late that night, and Galadriel went to Noel’s side.

“It is time for you to return home, Lady Noel.”

Noel’s eyes widened, and she felt her heart stop.

“Lady Galadriel… please I— my heart is here now. Isn’t there anything I can do?”

Lady Galadriel took her hands, frowning slightly. “It is all for the best.”

Noel nodded, tears running down her cheeks. “May I say goodbye?”

The beautiful elf nodded, telling her to return within the half hour. Noel hurried from the room, running to find Thranduil. She practically crashed into him, and he caught her.

“My lady, what is the cause for your haste?” He asked, looking deep into her eyes. Noel sniffled, looking down.

“I have to go home. Lady Galadriel says I can’t stay,” she said. Thranduil’s eyes widened slightly, and he felt the urge to confront Galadriel. He stopped, however, when her voice echoed in his mind.

“Then this is goodbye,” he whispered. Noel sniffled, the Elvenking lifting her chin up. He searched her eyes, then leaned forward, giving her a tender kiss. “I wish we had more time.”

“So do I,” she whispered, lingering close to him. She then heard the pitter-patter of feet, and pulled away from the Elvenking. Merry and Pippin hurried over, their faces falling at the sight of her tears.

“Whatever’s the matter?” Asked Pippin, looking up at Noel. She knelt down, looking at them.

“I’ve got to go home,” she replied. The hobbits gasped, not understanding.

“Why? Why can’t you stay?” Asked Merry, taking her hand. Noel smiled slightly, more tears welling.

“Lady Galadriel says I must go. But I’ll always remember you,” she said, then kissed each hobbit on the head. Legolas walked over, then tugged her into a tight hug.

“If you should see Arianne… tell her how much I love her,” he said. Noel nodded, then heard the bells chime.

“I’ll never forget this,” she said. Thranduil kissed her cheek tenderly, then watched with sorrow as she walked back down the hall. Galadriel met her, taking her hands and speaking something in ancient Elvish. Noel felt the world swirl around her, then went into a deep, deep sleep.

Noel’s hazel eyes opened wide, and she looked up to see her canopy lying over her, as if she had never left. She sat up, looking around the familiar room. Her mind tugged with one question: was that all a dream?

As she was thinking through these things, the door creaked open, and Arianne peeked in.

“Noel?” She asked. The young girl looked up, her eyes widening.

“Arianne! Oh I had the most wonderful dream…” she began. Arianne grinned, running and jumping onto the bed.

“It wasn’t a dream, Noel,” she replied, then put out her hand, the ring glittering on her finger. Noel’s eyes widened, and she took her friend’s hand.

“I feel like that somehow makes it worse,” she said, tears welling up in her eyes. Arianne frowned, pulling her friend close to her.

“I know we’ll see them again. I don’t know when, or how, but we will,” she comforted. Noel smiled ever so slightly, hugging her friend back.

“Will you stay the night again?” She asked. Arianne laughed, looking at her.

“Don’t you remember? It’s only Saturday morning; your parents are in London until Tuesday. We’ve got the whole weekend,” she said. Noel grinned, nodding and crawling from the bed.

“Take heart,” whispered Galadriel’s voice, and both girls felt a strong burst of comfort.

That night, both girls lay in bed, sleeping soundly. Arianne’s mind drifted off to Legolas, and Noel’s to Thranduil. Somewhere around 1:15, a loud knock sounded at the door. Noel sat up, shoving Arianne.

“Someone’s at the door,” she whispered. Ari sat up, eyes widening. She reached over, grabbing her pepper spray. Noel got out of bed, grabbing a baseball bat and walking downstairs, extremely quiet.

Arianne waited behind her, Noel peering out the peephole. She gasped, dropping the bat and ripping open the door. Arianne watched, then gasped as she saw who their visitors were.

The two standing at the door were none other than Thranduil and Legolas. Noel jumped into the Elvenking’s arms, hugging him tightly as she cried with joy. Thranduil held her close, burying his face in her hair. Legolas stepped inside, lifting Arianne into his arms and spinning her around.

“I thought I’d never see you again!” Noel cried, hugging the tall Elf tightly. “How did you get here?!”

Thranduil smiled, pressing his smooth lips to hers. “Galadriel sent us. We could not imagine life without you. A year was all too much.”

“A year?!” Gasped Arianne, clutching to Legolas with wide eyes. The young elf looked at her, furrowing his brow.

“Yes; how long has it been here?” He inquired, holding his fiance close to him.

“Less than a day!” Replied Noel, her hand on Thranduil’s chest. The elves looked at each other, a bit surprised at the time difference. Arianne and Noel beamed, then the latter looked at the storm clouds rolling in.

“Please, come inside! We’ll make some tea and catch up. And perhaps get you both some new clothes.”

“Is something the matter with our attire?” Inquired Thranduil, following Noel into the living room.

“No no it’s lovely, but um… people might look at you funny if you wore it here. Our world is very different from yours,” she answered, lighting a fire. Legolas and his father sat on the sofa, looking around at the strange home.

“What is that?” Asked Legolas, nodding towards the televison. Arianne looked over, biting her lip. How does one explain TV, she thought.

“Well it’s sort of like a play, but it’s not happening live. It’s like a moving picture, basically, with a story line,” she replied. Legolas nodded slowly, not quite understanding.

“Ari, will you start the tea while I get them some clothes?” Asked Noel, heading towards the stairs. Arianne nodded, going into the kitchen and putting the kettle on.

A few minutes later, Noel came down the stairs, holding some old clothes that used to belong to her father.

“These should do until we can take you shopping,” she said, handing each elf an outfit. Thranduil looked skeptically at them, then back at Noel.

“Is this what Men in your world wear?” He asked, lifting the shirt up. Noel smiled a bit, nodding.

“Yes it is… and um… well…” she stuttered, biting her lip. “Ari, can I talk to you for a minute?”

Arianne went off to the side with her friend, frowning. “What is it?”

“Well… their hair, I love it but it is so long and blonde…” Noel began. Arianne’s eyes grew.

“Do you mean we ought to cut it and dye it?!” She demanded. Noel shrugged, glancing back at the elves.

“It would be the smartest idea. Besides… we know they’ll look handsome with dark, short hair,” she replied. Arianne smirked, nodding.

“We’ll ask them,” she replied, then re-joined the two in the living room. Thranduil and Legolas were looking over the clothes, unsure of how to wear them. Noel giggled, going to the Elvenking.

“Need some help?” She asked, raising a brow. Thranduil looked up at her, slightly ashamed he didn’t understand the human attire.

“Come on, I’ll show you how,” she said, then bid him to stand. “Um… well these are jeans, you wear them like normal trousers, and this is a t-shirt, as we call them. They’re like button-up shirts but much more casual.”

“What are these?” Asked Legolas, lifting a pair of boxers from his pile of clothes. Arianne blushed, looking over towards Noel.

“Those are undergarments; you wear them under your pants,” Ari answered, the two elves exchanging looks of confusion and slight awkwardness.

“Thranduil, why don’t you go into the bathroom down the hall, and Legolas you can go into the office right over there,” Noel said, showing each elf the room in which he could change. Legolas and Thranduil went into the rooms, taking some time to figure out how the clothes worked.

“This would be a lot easier if they were girls, or we were boys,” Noel said, plopping down on the couch. “What are we going to tell our mums? ‘Oh hey mum, guess what? While you were gone Ari and I went to Middle-Earth and came back with elves, and we’re all getting married. I hope that’s alright.’”

Arianne laughed, sitting next to her friend. “We’ll just try and explain it. You know our mums; they never really grew up inside. I know they’ll believe us.”

Noel smiled, then looked up as Thranduil came out, looking slightly ridiculous. The clothes were slightly unfitting, and the jeans weren’t at all long enough for him. His long blonde hair fell down his back, making him look as if he had lived in a cave for the last few years.

“I do not believe these clothes fit properly,” he commented, looking down at himself. Noel couldn’t help but smirk as she went over to him.

“The trousers are a bit short, and the shirt is slightly big,” she replied. “Don’t worry, we’ll go shopping tomorrow. And um… I think it might be wise if we got both you and Legolas a hair cut and dye. I adore your hair, don’t get me wrong, but it’s not exactly the most classic thing here.”

Thranduil looked at her with slightly widened eyes, as he had not once in his life had short hair, and he knew not what it meant to dye ones hair. He pondered her statement a moment.

“Show me what the Men of this world do with their hair,” he said. Noel nodded, taking his hand and leading him back to the living room, opening her laptop. She pulled up a picture of Lee Pace, which made her giggle. In a sense, she was now dating him, though she hadn’t known until recently there was another who beared his face.

“Short and dark…” murmured Thranduil, furrowing his brow.

“He is a very attractive person in our world,” Noel commented, hoping to make it better. Thranduil thought a moment, then looked over to her.

“I trust you can cut and dye hair,” he said. Noel nodded, as she’d cut hair a few times.

“Yeah,” she answered, and the Elvenking rose to his full height. “Would you like me to do it now?”

Thranduil nodded, and Noel turned to Arianne. “We’re going to go upstairs; he wants me to cut and dye his hair.”

Arianne’s eyes widened, but she nodded. “A-alright.”

The two went upstairs, leaving Arianne to wait for Legolas. The young elf was soon out from the office, the clothes fitting him rather perfectly. Ari smiled, standing and going to him.

“Well don’t you look handsome,” she said, going and running her fingers through his hair. Legolas smiled, pulling her close to himself.

“Arianne, we must be wed as soon as possible. I cannot live a moment more parted from you. My father could do it, here and now, and we could celebrate later. That is, if you’ll have me.”

Arianne grinned, hugging him tightly, burying her face in his neck. “Oh Legolas… I couldn’t think of anything more perfect.”

The young elf spun her around, then set her down and looked at her intently. “I love you,” he murmured, leaning down and brushing his lips against hers. Arianne’s cheeks turned pink, and she closed her eyes.

“I love you too.”

Around an hour later, Arianne was half asleep in Legolas’ arms, the pair lying on the couch in wait for Noel and Thranduil.

Noel had just rinsed the Elvenking’s hair, and smiled at the result. “Well I think you look rather handsome. Now it’s going to be a big change, and it might take some time to adjust to it.”

Thranduil nodded, then turned and looked at himself in the mirror. His eyes widened slightly, and he stared at himself a moment. Noel bit her lip, hoping he wouldn’t be angry or too upset.

“And you like it?” Was all he asked. Noel nodded, going over and fluffing it a bit. Thranduil turned, smiling at her.

“That is what matters, and to be completely honest, I rather like it,” he said, then lifted Noel into his arms. The girl laughed, kissing his cheek.

“Common, let’s go show everyone,” she said, Thranduil setting her down. The two returned downstairs, smiling as they saw Legolas and Arianne asleep on the couch.

“We should just let them sleep,” whispered Thranduil, and Noel agreed. So the two headed back upstairs, the elf tucking Noel into bed.

“Goodnight, my darling,” he said quietly, pressing his soft lips to her forehead. Noel smiled, then rolled onto her side as Thranduil left, wandering the house and looking at everything. He eventually ended up on the roof-top garden, watching the city with soft eyes.

The next morning, Arianne woke, looking up at the elf who held her. She grinned, kissing his cheek to wake him. Legolas opened his bright blue eyes, smiling down at her.

“Good morning, my love,” he said, kissing her nose. Arianne giggled, gently rolling off of him and standing. Legolas rose after her, looking around.

“I wonder where they’ve gone to,” Arianne mumbled, walking up the stairs. Legolas followed, looking at the pictures on the walls.

“Is this Lady Noel’s home?” He asked, reaching the top step and looking at a picture of a young Noel. Arianne nodded, pushing the bedroom door open.

“Noel, rise and shine!” She called gently, her friend muttering something and rolling over. Ari chuckled, then headed towards the door that led to the roof. She opened it, and saw a dark-haired Thranduil lying on the ground, fast asleep.

Legolas stepped out behind her, eyes growing at the sight of his father with short, dark hair.

“Is that my father?” He whispered, staring at the sleeping man. Arianne chuckled, nodding and going over to him.

“Thranduil, it’s morning,” she said, shaking the king slightly. The elf opened his grey-blue eyes, looking up at her as he sat. Legolas went to him, still in shock from his hair.

Thranduil looked up at his son, smiling slightly as he stood. “Do you approve, son?”

Legolas nodded, clearing his throat. “It will take some time to adjust to, but I believe it suits you well.”

Arianne grinned, grabbing her fiance’s hand. “Good, because it’s your turn next.”

Legolas’ eyes widened, Ari tugging him back inside with a grin. Thranduil chuckled, watching his son and future daughter-in-law go.