~I know langauge well as much as you do. I am harmless as you shall know.~ I said in Elvish langauge then to English, "See ya" as I rode Noria my horse.

I laugh. She speaks elvish! ~We agree there. But, he isn't my problem. He's a light Elf, remember?~

~He light and dark in times~ Dahlia said.

Iellwen narrowed her eyes. ~He is, but I am not.~ She lowered her hood and clenched her jaw. Iellwen turned to the human with a cold gaze. ~If you have somewhere to be, then go.~

I laugh. ~Well said, half-breed. I find your company entertaining. You may join me in a hunt, if you wish.~

I rode off trying to find the place that Legolas told me about.

Iellwen eyed him closely. ~Perhaps another time. May I inquire as to what your name is?~

~Beleg Seldarine. Lord of this forest. May I inquire yours?~

~Iellwen of Mirkwood. Daughter of Thranduil.~

~Thranduil! I haven't seen him for an age! literally. How is he?~

~He is well. Though he is proud of his son as he is as proud of me, I can't help but wonder why he isn't ashamed of him.~

~Wait. That means...~ I chuckle. ~Legolas isn't as Light as he'd have us believe.~

~It would seem that way.~ she said sourly. ~But he does spend a significant amount of time with men.~

~Ahhh. He's still young. He has time to learn. I wouldn't take that opportunity away. To learn your predjudices the old fashioned way.~

~He is young and naive. That is his problem. He takes too long to learn from his mistakes.~