The snow was absolutely beautiful. I loved the way it covered everything in a blanket of white, and the way the snowflakes gently fell among the forest.

The only thing I loved there more than the snow was the elf running on it.

"Meriel!" A voice called from the trees, and I looked up.

"What is it?" I asked, not quite sure which tree the voice had come from. I was soon greeted by a handful of cold, powdery-white snow in my face.

I saw Lancaeron jumping down by me as I wiped the snow off. Laughter shone in his eyes, and he seemed to be highly amused by his little trick.

"Two can play at that game" I growled in mock annoyance. Pretty soon, snowballs were flying in all directions. I was laughing so hard that I didn't notice Feredir approaching.

"Prince Lancaeron" he said, bowing.

Lancaeron dropped from the branch that he had been hanging off of, his current snowball falling to the ground. All playfulness had disappeared from his face as he walked over to Feredir.

"Yes, Feredir?" He asked. I was amazed how he could change from being so playful to a serious prince in less than five seconds.

"Your father requests your presence." Feredir told him. He walked off, with Lancaeron following.

But just before he disappeared from sight, I saw Lancaeron turn around and wink at me. I felt my cheeks reddening, and I smiled.

And then my sister approached. She had a way of sneaking up on people.

Anyone who didn't know us wouldn't have been able to tell that we were sisters. We looked nothing alike, and our personalities were completely different. But the few people who knew us well claimed to see some similarities. I don't know how they do it, for I can't see anything I have in common with my sister, and neither could she.

"Ithilwen said to tell you hello." She said as she walked towards me. "I honestly can't see how you get along with her. She's just too capricious, cold one moment, childish the next."

I had to admit that Ithilwen certainly did have many ever-changing personalities. But that was why I liked her. I guess you could say that I liked variety.

"Anything else?" I asked. Tauriel wouldn't have just come to tell me Ithilwen's greetings...

"Yes." She replied, confirming my thoughts. "She said that she thinks that something is amiss. I don't know why, but I think I actually believe her..."

Now, this was new. Something truly must be wrong for Tauriel to agree with Ithilwen. I'd been having that feeling as well, for some time now.

And whenever all three of us agreed on something-an extremely rare occurrence, might I add-it wasn't good.

Long story short-We were pretty much doomed.