It was a grey day, damp and stark. The road that the elves took was familiar and well-trodden, a light mist settled around the advancing company, bringing with it a chill that could steal the warmth from the bones of the living. The trees and shrubbery, that lined the road, sagged forward, lifeless and spiritless. This was Mirkwood.

The elves moved with caution, the roads in and out of the Woodland Realm were perilous; many eyes of the enemy watched these roads. Most paths where impassable now, heavily guarded by orc hoards and other foul beings, only a few of the main pathways were still held and protected by the elves, but that did not make them safe only less dangerous.

Ellenya sat atop Belan, her grey stallion, ears trained to the sounds of the wood. The continual sickly groaning and eerie howls were normal, and the elleth had learned not to fear these sounds, it was only the lack of sound that could turn a warrior's blood cold. Fortunately on this morning nothing seemed out of the usual. Ahead of her Arystor led the way forward on foot, whilst a few ellon protected a caravan of goods, which contained mostly elvish medicine and weaponry. Elladan and Elrohir walked with Arystor, the King's advisor bringing them up to speed on the state of Mirkwood and how much or little land the elves still held. Tauriel and a more skilled set of warriors were further ahead of the advancing company, scouting the land and ensuring it was safe to proceed.

Elladan spent much of his time politely nodding along to Arystor's commentary, whilst stealing glances back towards Ellenya. She had flawlessly returned to her normal ways, acting like nothing had ever happened; she happily met his gazes with her own bored expression. Elladan had decided it was safe to resume social interaction, and slowed his step until he walked beside the princess upon her mount.

"Arystor informs us you spend a lot of your time assisting the guard with their patrolling duties?" Elladan asked, keeping his voice cheerful.

"Well in the absence of Legolas, it would seem the right thing to do," Ellenya responded dryly.

Elladan scowled, obviously she was not quite over the awkwardness of their earlier situation. Sighing he stretched and absently patted Belan's neck, the animal snorted and shook his neck in response.

"He obviously is not too keen on your touch either," Ellenya muttered under her breath, as she soothingly scratched Belan's neck.

"Ellenya," Elladan hissed furiously, "I am happy to pretend that nothing happened, if it soothes your wounded pride, but making snide remarks it just infantile!"

The two elves engaged in an tense stare off, Ellenya was incensed as she stared daggers at Elladan, who levelled her with an equally infuriated glare, daring her too continue;

"How dare you speak to me like that?" Ellenya spat, "Who do you think you are?"

"Who am I? I am a friend Ellenya, and by the looks of it I may be the only one, though if you continue acting like a spoiled palace brat I might have to reconsider!" Elladan answered sourly and was about to storm off, leaving a rattled Ellenya to her thoughts. However the presence of Elrohir put an end to his dramatic exit.

"Oh please do not tell me this is another lover's tiff," Elrohir chuckled as he came into step with his brother.

"What?" Both Elladan and Ellenya growled at the amused ellon.

"Lovers? I am afraid you are confused Elrohir, it is simply an absurd notion!" Ellenya scoffed and haughtily raised her chin.

"Yes, in order to love someone you must first be capable of showing emotion; the Lady Ellenya lacks such ability!" Elladan seethed, disguising his hurt with sarcasm. Ellenya glared angrily at the ellon and dug her heels into Belan's side, hastily putting distance between herself and the twins.

"Yes just run away Ellenya it is what you are good at!" Elladan muttered after the Princess and watched as she twitched in response to his words, he knew she had heard him, and he instantly regretted it.

"You really are incredibly dense Elladan," Elrohir spoke, shaking his head in disbelief, "Could you have possibly said anything worse?"

"Why do you not just be quiet brother," Elladan spat angrily at his twin, "this is your entire fault anyway!"

"My fault?" Elrohir squeaked, "How is this my fault?"

"You just had to come rampaging in on us, you and that...that...Captain! Right when she was ready to let me in, after all these years she was about to trust me!" Elladan stared angrily at the ground, clenching and unclenching his fists.

"So you do love her?" Elrohir questioned, a soft smile spreading across his face. Not that this was much of a surprise; it was just a small victory to hear him admit it for once.

Elladan stopped and took in the smug smile on his twins face, "Just leave it alone Elrohir!" and with that the ellon stalked off, intent on catching up with Ellenya and apologising profusely. He did not care if she never returned any interest in him, the thought of her not speaking to him for the next decade was what concerned him the most in that moment.

He marched forward, passing the small group and slowly breaking into a jog, cursing his stupidity for not bringing his horse on this little expedition. He had not got far ahead of the small company when a warning blast of an elven horn stopped him in his tracks, and all at once several shouts of warning cut through the icy air. Panic bubbling up within him the elf unsheathed his sword and broke into a run; "Ellenya?" He called out in concern, hoping the elleth had some sense to retreat back to the group.

Hurtling forward, Elladan listened for the familiar sound of clashing steel and the wails of dying orc but nothing came. Instead he was greeted by eerie silence, which only unnerved him further. After a few minutes of sprinting the elf ran straight into the familiar figures of the woodland guard, and with a cry of relief he recognised Ellenya as one of them. Registering the familiar voice Ellenya turned to regard Elladan with an anguished look; the ellon slowed and began to evaluate his surroundings. On the ground lay the carcasses of recently slain orc, but in their arms they carried elvish weapons and other spoils of looting;

"This was not an ambush?" Elladan asked.

"Nay My Lord, these orc were running from an earlier battle, with their spoils," Tauriel answered as she cleaned her blade, and turned her attention to an approaching group of warriors.

"There is smoke coming from the trading village, I fear we are too late," one of the guards, a fair haired ellon answered.

"We approach with caution, Princess Ellenya I suggest you stay with Lord Arystor until we have surveyed the damage," Tauriel ordered and quickly darted into the trees with her group of skilled warriors.

Ellenya waited until the guard were out of view, before ripping her sword from its sheath and angrily striding forward. Elladan gripped her by her arm and levelled her with a warning look;

"Stay here it is safer," he reminded the elleth.

"Sorry I cannot!" Ellenya growled and yanked her arm free, before sprinting off into the forest in a straight course for the trading village. Elladan threw his fist into mid-air and stared in frustration after the elleth. Running a hand through his dark hair, the ellon reminded himself of all the reasons why a relationship with Ellenya would only end in a war, the main reasons being her complete lack of respect for authority, and her intense need to flirt with danger on a regular basis. Was there anyone that could control her? Elladan sighed in defeat and took off after Ellenya, grumbling aloud, becoming aware of the smug spirit of his brother come alongside him, and reminding Elladan of his inability to leave Ellenya's side, even in the midst of an argument.

xXx

Ellenya crossed the stream that travelled through the outside of the small village, she knew a side entrance, it was just a crack in the high wooden fences, but it was what Murieann used to sneak in and out of the village to hunt. Squeezing through the small gap the Princess stepped cautiously into the smoke filled village. The air was thick with black smoke, its acrid scent filling her lungs and stung her eyes. The stench of burning flesh turned her stomach and Ellenya fought the urge to wretch. She squinted through the grey haze trying to ascertain the damage. To her horror the village was in ruin, most if not all the buildings were scorched black, some still burning with angry, red, flame.

Ripping a length of her cloak, Ellenya wrapped it around her nose and mouth, to stop the irritation of the smoke from inflaming her lungs. She moved slowly through the ruins, her eyes widening as she counted the strewn bodies of men and women, all dead. Her heart fell and the elleth struggled to comprehend the shear evil of what had taken place. The force that had taken the village had shown no mercy, it had probably done so in the cover of darkness and they would have had no warning. Quickly Ellenya's thoughts turned to Yseult and Murieann, and with new panic she raced in the direction of their small wattle and daub shelter.

Ellenya found the burning remains of the girl's humble dwelling with ease; slowly she circled the shelter, eyes wide with disbelief. She felt herself begin to shake, as she knelt to the ground and ran her hands over the ashes and broken timber beams that had once held the dwelling up. Slowly as her shaking hands hovered over the ash, something familiar protruded from the ground and Ellenya gently eased it from the ash. Sucking in a sharp breath the elleth beheld the broken bow she had gifted to the eldest child Murieann. With an anguished gaze she raised her head to stare into the hallow remains of children's home, and just to twist the knife of grief deeper into the Woodland Princess' gut, a strong breeze blew singed papers, about her feet. With tear filled eyes the elleth picked up the paper and noted it to be from one of the many story books she had given to Yseult.

Unable to stick the smell of burning bodies and death any longer, Ellenya staggered away from the building still clutching the small bow and handful of papers in her hands. She felt the hot tears trickle down her face first, and slowly felt her heart break, she knew the two little ones had not survived she had known it before she had even crossed the stream to the village. She heard the long, anguished, cry escape her lips and felt the power leave her, as her legs buckled beneath her. But before Ellenya could hit the ground, she felt strong arms wrap around, taking her entire weight in them, but she rejected them, she did not want to be held, not by him.

Elladan had seen the whole thing, along with his brother and some of the Woodland guard, though he had been the first to react. Ripping across the ash covered ground the ellon caught Ellenya, roughly in his arms and let her fall into him, he felt utterly devastated for her in that moment. Gently easing them to a crouch on the ground, Ellenya buried her face in his chest and continued to scream, her fists feebly punching Elladan as she tried to pull away from him.

"No, let me go, you do not understand," Ellenya howled and wrestled with Elladan, but he held fast and wrapped his arms tighter around the elleth, making it harder for to struggle.

"Hush, I understand," Elladan soothed and stroked Ellenya's hair, "Na sidh Ellenya, Lasta beth nin i naeg innas meth, im gwesta, Lasto beth nin , sssshhh." /Peace Ellenya, listen to my voice the pain will end, I promise, listen to my voice.

The comforting lilt of Elladan's voice broke through Ellenya's grief stricken mind and she halted her struggling, letting the ellon continue to whisper to her words of healing and comfort. Elladan sighed in relief and rested his head upon Ellenya's, Arystor had informed him of the two human girls Ellenya had taken to caring for and his own heart broke for the loss of such innocent life.

"They are dead," Ellenya mumbled into Elladan's chest, "so much innocence recklessly murdered, is there no end?" Ellenya felt her hands curl into fists and she weakly hit the ground in frustration. Had it not been enough that she had watched her brother sacrifice himself to the cause of war? Was it not enough that her people mourned daily at the hands of evil, that the power of her Adar slowly faded as the darkness spread? Now the darkness wished to irradiate anything pure and innocent from the world, there was no mercy to be found in the dark lord's armies, and no escape from his terrible campaign.

Sensing the despair in Ellenya, Elladan cupped her face in his hands and with a voice filled with righteous anger he answered the elleth; "There will be an end, but it will not be ours it will be his, and every life he took, every spirit that was crushed under his name will be justified!"

Ellenya felt his words kindle in her a long forgotten flame; she met his gaze with the same depth of determination and indignation. Both of them had suffered deeply, both of them had lost their Mothers, each in their own cruel and twisted ways. Both of their families had suffered the same pain, and the people under their rule had been deeply scarred by the events. Such crimes deserved punishment, and in that moment Ellenya could understand clearly why Legolas had volunteered to aid the fellowship in their quest, what a satisfaction it would be to inflict such a personal blow to the enemy.

Another blow of an elven horn echoed through the disseminated village, and both elves turned to the direction of the noise. Only this time Elladan could clearly hear the wails of orc as they approached the village;

"It is a trap, we are under attack!" A guard yelled from an outlook post, before narrowly dodging an arrow.

"Draw your weapons, archers prepare to fire!" Tauriel barked over the horrendous noise, as she drew her bow and turned to face the oncoming stampede of orc.

"Protect the Princess," Arystor shouted as a band of guards flanked Ellenya and Elladan, the advisor came to halt at her side, "Lady Ellenya, when a path becomes clear make your escape," he ordered and drew his sword.

Ellenya did not bother arguing with the advisor, he was only doing his duty, but she had no intentions of abandoning this battle. With a fiery temper she unsheathed her sword and glared at the approaching orcs, willing them to come closer so she could take great pleasure in ending their pathetic lives. She felt Elladan close in to her side and Elrhoir at her other.

"Just like the good old days, eh?" Elrohir chuckled and eyed Ellenya with an excited look, "I am going to enjoy this!"

Ellenya smirked at Elrohir and then turned to Elladan, who gave her a knowing look, she nodded in response;

"For Murieann and Yseult!" she pledged.

"For the innocence, that was stolen!" Elladan echoed.

The first lines of orc were hewn down by the small band of archers, no match for the deadly accurate skill of the woodland guards. But there were plenty more to replace the fallen line, and soon the small numbers of elven warriors were surrounded. However that did not dampen spirits in any form, Elladan and Elrohir were viciously assaulting every foul creature they could nab, in a tag team fashion. Whilst Ellenya indulged in her own deadly dance, slashing and skewering with flawless skill, her acrobatic abilities giving her the field advantage.

"We cannot stay surrounded like this, they will push into a corner," Elrohir yelled over the din, simultaneously parrying another blow then expertly dispatching the orc who delivered it.

"We need to buy the archers' time to get to higher ground they can create a pathway out, but we need to distract them in some way!" Elladan answered as he seamlessly drove a rather brutish creature to the ground and pierced him with his blade.

"Elladan roll!" Ellenya shrieked as she sprinted into view, the ellon did not ask questions and instinctively rolled sideways narrowly missing a blow to the shoulder, as the sound of a throwing knife whistled past his ear and into the attacking fiend's throat.

"Perfect throw Ellenya!" Elrohir praised, as he hurriedly yanked his twin to his feet, and in doing so brought Elladan toe to toe with another orc, but Elladan had quickly yanked Ellenya's knife from the carcass on the ground and deftly embedded it in the enemy's chest.

"You can thank me later; first cover me I need to get on to the roof of that building!" Ellenya commanded, as she pointed to the bones of a barn, its roof still largely intact.

"Why?" Elrohir grunted, as he kicked another beast away from him, and shared an alarmed glance with his twin.

"You said you needed a diversion," Ellenya called as she dashed for the barn. The twins called uselessly for her to wait, but with defeated groans they battled back the hoard giving the Princess her desired time to scale the building.

Ellenya effortlessly scaled the building, skilfully leaping from one broken beam to another, before vaulting unto the broad beam which ran the length of the barn. Her target was a dark banner that had been erected by the enemy forces, signifying their victory and claiming of the village, it had been struck into what was left of the burning thatch with an iron pike. Angrily Ellenya pulled it from the roof, making a disgusted sound at the back of her throat as she beheld the ugly tattered cloth. Taking it firmly in her right hand, she searched the ground beneath her looking for the commander of the murderous army. She spied the blackened, mangled, body of the apparent leader and sneered at him, she had ascertained that she had caught his attention by the waving of his arms, and brutish calls for the manic orc to fire arrows at her.

"Shoot her down, destroy her!" His snarling voice ripped through the air, as the few orcs in closest proximity chaotically tried to aim their bows at her. Ellenya dodged a few lucky shots before drawing herself up to her full stature and glaring menacingly at the commander;

"Are you sure you wish to shoot me, I am certain your master would prefer the head of the Woodland Princess on a silver platter, or maybe he would like me alive he never did get to finish his torture game?" Ellenya spat.

Below her the twins frantically mowed down any orc attempting to shoot the elleth, whilst Arystor screamed, blood curdling orders for someone to rescue the Princess from her own stupidity.

"What is she doing," Elrohir hissed breathlessly.

"Creating a diversion," Elladan whispered, his voice saturated with anxiety, before turning to seek out Captain Tauriel, who was thrashing her way towards the barn.

"Tauriel the archers!" Elladan called, dearly hoping the elleth would decipher Ellenya's wildly, dangerous, diversion tactics. To his relief he saw in her eyes a light of recognition and with a flurry of eye uncatchable motion, began rounding up the archers.

The orc commander let out a hideous laugh in response to Ellenya's statement and with a cutting tone responded; "Your head it is she elf, all your beauty is already spent, it is all but common knowledge that underneath that cloth you are just as scarred and as ugly as I, our Master prefers to ruin pretty things!"

Ellenya felt her jaw clench tight, letting the words wash over her, it did not matter her aim had been achieved she had bought the guard time to reassemble the archers and they were ready to fire. With a smirk the elleth pushed the black cloth of the banner into the dying remains of a flame, and watched with delight as the flame caught and began to eat the material. She quickly brought the iron pike above her head and threw it with all her might at the orc commander, skewering him to the ground. This sent a shockwave through the orc army and the commanders second in command, shrieked curses at the Woodland Princess.

"You foolish creatures," Ellenya cackled as the second in command screamed orders for the orcs to shoot her down. The elleth sprang along the beam, each arrow missing her as she somersaulted off the roof and hit the ground in a roll, before coming to her feet. She was in easy reach of the gateway into the village and made for her exit, there was a blood price on her head now, so she really did need to make for safer ground.

As she reached the exit she let out a long whistle, Belan would not be far and she needed the advantage of speed at this present time. However evil had another card to play, just as she ran clear of the exit she slide to a halt, her breath catching in her throat. Stalking out of the dense foliage of the wood was a pack of warg, rider-less but well trained to harken the command of their masters. She turned her head back to the village, the guard making short work of what was left of the orc army, but this team of warg would be too much for them and with a defiant shriek Ellenya took off at a sprint, the majority of the pack of warg leaping to the chase.

Just as their snarling and snapping were much to close for comfort, she heard the familiar thundering of her stallion's hooves on the forest floor, and with relief Belan broke through the trees and alongside his mistress. With enviable acrobatics Ellenya vaulted onto his back, lacing her fingers through his grey mane and flattened herself to him, as she and Belan ducked and dived through the forest, attempting to shake off the pack.

Elladan and Elrohir had witnessed Ellenya's flight, and without warning to Elrohir, Elladan sprinted in the direction of the abandoned caravan of goods, the horse that had been saddled with cumbersome load would have to suffice. Thankfully the animal had taken no injury, but some of the supplies had been raided, using his knife he cut it free and mounted the skittish animal. Encouraging the horse forward, he cantered into view of Arystor and Tauriel who were racing towards him with anxious expressions.

"Packs of warg are following Ellenya, she is on horseback, I am a fast rider I can catch her!" Elladan called to the sickly looking advisor.

"Which way did she go?" Tauriel asked frantically, and then watched as Elladan pointed out the path, "She is taking them past the roaring falls, she is going to try and drown them!" Tauriel exclaimed and started heralding the guard to follow her.

"Go My Lord! If you say you can catch her then do not waste time conversing with us! Stop her before she reaches the falls" Arystor pleaded, before hurrying off after the Tauriel.

Elladan needing no more clarification and urged his animal on; "Noro lim Mellon nin!"/Ride fast, my friend! The horse nickered in response and threw itself into a lightening pace, following an identical path to that of Belan.

xXx

Ellenya heard the loud roaring of the approaching waterfall, and she pushed Belan on faster. The roaring falls was a dangerous system of water, it was rocky and many people had met their doom trying to cross the wide waterfall. However she and Legolas had explored most of its perilous drops in their youth, obviously without their Adar's consent, he would have probably turned grey at the very idea of his children playing near such notorious waters, however her knowledge was about to come in very useful indeed.

Across the top of the falls an ancient oak had fallen, young elves in better days would have made it a game to see who was brave enough to cross. Very few had ever done so, the tree was hallow it could give at any moment, sending foolish elves into the perilous water and most likely causing serious injury. There were only two elves Ellenya knew who had crossed it, her brother and Tauriel, so Ellenya hoped Tauriel would have figured out her plan by now. If she could lure the blood thirsty warg unto the tree, their weight would break it sending them to their demise, she could only hope she had some of Legolas' skill to get her across safely.

She saw the roots of the oak before her and hastily dismounted Belan, the horse dutifully cutting a path away from her, taking some of the less bright warg on a wild goose chase. But warg were clever beings and most caught Ellenya's scent immediately, hounding her unto the tree stump. Ellenya carefully backed along the trunk, her heart hammering in her chest, one wrong move and all of this was in vain. The first set of warg began to clamber onto the tree, snapping and slobbering at the Woodland Princess, their teeth bared with anticipation of their kill. Ellenya swallowed the lump in her throat and continued to ease her way along the trunk, the dark water roaring below her reminding her of its immense power. This was either an incredible genius idea or incredible mad, at this present time she could not decide which!

xXx

Elladan cut clear of the wood and saw the fabled falls, its roaring water almost deafening. The ellon saw Ellenya ease along a fallen tree at the top of the falls, as warg descended upon her; he swiftly figured out the elleth's logic and felt his chest tighten. The tree was not going to take any weight, it was basically a skeleton, Ellenya meant for it to break so as to take the warg with it, but she gambling on reaching the other side before it did.

Dismounting his horse Elladan raced to the edge of the rocky incline, with no thought of what he was going to do! He crouched over the edge, barely able to breathe, as he watched Ellenya lure the pack of warg across the tree. Each moan and groan of the great trunk tormenting him, he prayed for her safety and cursed her stupidity, as he watched her helplessly. From below he heard the calls of the guard and the whistle of arrows as they attempted to dispatch some the warg, giving Ellenya more time to cross.

For a moment it looked like it was working, Ellenya was nearing the other side and the tree was beginning to creak loudly. Two of the seven warg on the trunk slipped and tumbled into the water with surprised howls, sending the rest into a whimpering mess, as they tried to find an escape from their inevitable doom. With a loud cracking noise the tree began to break, and with a sigh of relief Elladan watched Ellenya make the dive for the farther bank and her safety.

But he had breathed too soon, the beast closest to Ellenya snarled in shock and batted its large paw at the elleth, catching her foot and sending her flailing against the breaking tree. Like watching a nightmare unfold, the tree broke and the warg went tumbling into the water, whilst Ellenya struggled to find a way to safety. Elladan watched in complete horror as the part of the tree the Princess was sprawled on broke free and every hair on his neck stood on end as he heard her frantic screaming. It was second nature, basic instinct, he did not even wait to see her topple over the edge of the falls, with a crystal clear mind the ellon leaped from his position on the rocks and into the dark water.

The freezing temperature and the feeling of a thousand splinters jabbing his flesh, came secondary to the need to find Ellenya. The roaring water was disorientating and it battered and bore down on him with intense force, as he pushed his way through the darkness. A flash of golden colour caught his eye and he reached into the wild current, trying to grasp the elleth he adored and pull her to safety.

xXx

Elrohir was sprinting along the bank, watching the water as he ran, trying to judge when and where his brother would emerge with Ellenya. He did not wish to think about the possibility of his twin not finding the Princess in the dangerous and unpredictable water. Elrohir was terrified, the fall Ellenya took could have badly injured her, and his brother's saving stunt could have cost him too. He was going to cheerful choke both of them if they survived this.

There was a sudden rush of motion and much choking as Elladan broke through the roaring, water, Elrohir gasped in relief and sped across a rocky bank that jutted out further into the river, to help assist his twin to safety. Elrohir waded in waist deep and grabbed Elladan roughly by the shoulders, hauling him up the bank, mercifully his twin brother protectively cradled the recognizable form of Ellenya.

Elladan half dragged, half rolled Ellenya onto the bank, and much to Elrohir's distress the Princess was still and pale. Her body moved like a rag doll, and Elrohir sucked in a sharp breath, both his hands lifted to his head;

"Elladan is she-?" he dared to ask.

"Give her a moment," Elladan hissed, motioning his brother to give them space, but when the elleth's chest did not move he began to despair. Quickly he tilted her head up and checked her airways, they were clear enough but the tight armour was restricting her chest.

"Elladan, what are you doing? She needs a healer!" Elrohir chocked, as he began to pace frantically, trying to work out the quickest way back to Thranduil's Realm.

"She is going to be fine Elrohir! She just needs a little help" Elladan growled as he hastily ran a knife along the leather of her breast plate, there was no time to be prudent with this. He tossed the leather aside and tipped her head back. Pinching the bridge of her nose he covered her mouth with his, he blew a long breath, and felt her chest rise. Elladan pulled away and quickly felt her pulse, it was there she was alive she just needed to breathe;

"Come on Ellenya, breathe for me!" he pleaded, "I need you to breathe! I need you!"

Just as he bent down to try and fill her lungs again, Ellenya's eyes fluttered open and in the next second she began to choke and cough, spewing water from her mouth. Elladan cried out in relief, and quickly helped the elleth to tip her head to the side to clear out the water from her lungs.

"Do not tell Ada!" Ellenya spluttered out between gasps, as Elladan bundled her in his arms and without thinking kissed her forehead repeatedly, too overjoyed to care how it looked or how she would react.

"Do not do that to me again, Ellenya you will be the death of me!" Elladan warned almost on the brink of visibly weeping. Ellenya rested her head against his shoulder, unable to find the strength to protest to his outward displays of affection. Elrohir was cheering loudly in the background, exclaiming Ellenya to be the bravest and most fortunate elleth he had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

"Thank you Elladan, for saving me," she whispered her voice husky and strange to her own ears. Ellenya sighed gently and buried her face into his chest, "I do not deserve your love."

"Alright Ellenya, I think you bumped your head on the way down," Elladan grunted as he staggered to his feet with Ellenya in his arms, "let us get you home and checked over, before you start saying something you will really regret!"