A/N: Hi! Yeah, I haven't updated in a long time! Sorry! Well, right now I'm listening to this really cool song called "Girl All the Bad Guys Want" by Bowling for Soup. Usually, I don't listen to songs like that but my friends really liked it so hey! All right, all right, on with the story.

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That Sunday, I looked out the window and sighed. It was such a dreadfully boring day. Havedan, Legolas, and Nyssia were out practicing archery without me. I was left all alone in my house. I sighed again.

I smiled as I watched the young elflings play with a little puppy. The brook next to them babbled happily along with them. I laughed as I watched the young elves tumble about in the soft grass. The birds chattered with them.

Suddenly a maid knocked on my door. "Come in," I called.

The maid entered quickly but cautiously. Her eyes were glued to the floor with respect. "Milady, the lord has told me to remind you about your proposal to visit Lady Ariloth today. It seems that today is Sunday and you had promised to visit her and her cousin the Lady Gwenalyn of Lothlórien," she said as she curtsied, her eyes never leaving the polished wooden floor.

I stood up quickly. How could I have forgotten? The maid, probably thinking that I was angry, cowered away a bit. "With all due respect, milady. I did not mean to offend the lady," she whimpered.

I walked toward her and took her chin into my hands, making her look at my eyes. She hesitantly lifted her eyes to mine. She obviously was not used to looking her mistress in the eye, as all maids were taught not to do. I was awed by the color of her eyes. They were a vivid green, as bright as the grass in spring. "What is your name?" I asked curiously.

She trembled slightly and answered, "Lirimaera." Ah, Lovely One.

"Well, your name is a mouthful. Might I call you Liri for short?" I asked and smiled.

Knowing I was not angry, she relaxed visibly. "Of course milady," she said and gave me a small curtsy.

I shook my head and helped her rise. "Do not give me that 'milady' stuff please. I can only tolerate so much," I said good-humoredly.

She looked horrified and quickly swept another curtsy. "I have angered you! Oh please accept my humblest apologies, milady... er..." she apologized quickly.

I laughed happily. "Oh, my dear, you can bring me so many smiles! Call me Ena as all of my friends do!" I said.

She smiled slightly and answered, "Of course milady, I mean, Ena."

"Good! Now, I had better go call on Lady Ariloth. I will see you later Liri," I said.

"Tamari, an sí, Ena Goodbye for now, Ena," Liri said and curtsied.

I returned her curtsy and said, "Goodbye."

I walked out of the room with a smile. Down the hall, I saw Ada walking towards me. He spotted me and swept quickly down the hall.

"Enawen, where have you been? Lady Gwenalyn has arrived. Quickly now, go greet her!" he said and gave me a gentle push toward the door. I laughed as he did so and walked quickly out the door.

I followed the path to Ariloth's flet. I arrived there in a few moments and knocked on her door. "Ariloth? It is me, Enawen!" I called when no one answered the door.

Swiftly, the door opened. The tiny silhouette of Ariloth appeared at the door. "Enawen! I was afraid you wouldn't come!" She stepped aside and bid me to enter.

When I stepped inside, Ariloth immediately latched her arm on mine and led me to their sitting room. There on the couch sat a fair maiden. When she spotted me arriving, she immediately stood up. 'Polite,' I commented silently.

"This is my darling cousin Gwenalyn Lightleaf. Gwen, this is my friend, Enawen," Ariloth introduced us.

Gwenalyn curtsied politely and I returned her curtsy. I lifted my head to look her over.

She was wearing a beautiful pink frock that was very wide. It had many bows and ribbons lining the bottom of the pink dress. The neckline was in the shape of a 'V' that plunged deeply, showing off her the top of her bust. The dress clung to her skin like another layer of skin. Her auburn hair piled on top of her head nicely with a butterfly clip. Her neck was ornamented by a clear crystal on a simple silver chain. She was beautiful.

When I looked at her face, I was taken back. Her eyes were a fiery green that stared back at me defiantly. Her eyes looked cold and haunting at me. I did not like the way this maiden was looking at me but I calmly put on my mask. I smiled at her. Immediately, a smile graced her features too but her eyes did not release any warmth.

Ariloth beamed at our supposed friendliness and clapped her hands in delight. "Wonderful!" she laughed.

We sat down on the couches gracefully. Gwenalyn sat up straight with her dainty hands settled in her lap. I almost wrinkled my nose with disgust but, remembering my manners, I widened my smile a bit. 'What is wrong with you, Ena?' I scolded myself. 'You just met her and you judge her already! You will not dislike her at first sight, understand?'

I unconsciously nodded. Ariloth stopped in mid-sentence and asked, "Ena, are you all right?" she asked patting my hand.

I snapped up and smiled. "Of course, I was agreeing with what you said, my dear," I lied. I had not heard one word she said.

Ariloth looked at me warily before continuing her one person conversation. I sneaked a peek at Gwenalyn. She was staring at me with those cold eyes once more. A small smile was on her lips but, rather than a cheerful one, it seemed haughty. I almost shuddered.

Cutting into Ariloth's words, I asked Gwenalyn, "So how is your home, Lady Gwenalyn?"

Gwenalyn seemed to jump at her name but then she covered it up quickly with a perfect smile. "Lórien is beautiful," she said simply. Her voice seemed to be perfect as well. I despised it.

"Oh? Tell me, what do you like most about it?" I asked, trying to make conversation.

"The trees," she said simply.

I tried many times but in the end, I gave up. No matter what I asked her, she would just answer it as simply as she could without saying anything else.

I left their home before lunch, for I could not stand the haughty Gwenalyn. "Come back soon!" Ariloth bid me before closing the door.

I headed up to the palace, hoping that I would find better company there. I was successful. I caught Nyssia and Legolas as they walked away from the archery fields.

"Nyssia! Legolas!" I called.

The pair turned around and spotting me, waited for me to reach them. "Good morning, Ena," Nyssia said pleasantly as she curtsied.

"Good morning, Ena," Legolas repeated and swept a deep bow. I returned both of their greetings happily.

"Where have you been, Ena?" Nyssia asked. "I thought you were joining us in our archery practice."

I frowned. "I am sorry, but I was aware of the fact that you were waiting for me," I apologized.

"Oh. I was sure I sent someone to tell you to come," Legolas said.

I shrugged. "It does not matter now, for I had plans anyway," I said.

"Oh? What plans?" Legolas asked, obviously anxious to know.

I smiled and said, "Aren't the two of you going to lunch?"

Nyssia replied, "Of course we are! Since the weather is so fair today, we thought about having a picnic in the gardens. Oh, you must join us, Ena!"

"Yes, you must. I'm afraid Nyssia has not had any better company this morning than a couple of archers and me," Legolas said.

I racked my brain for other plans but none came to mind. "Of course I will come. Nothing pleases me more than to lunch with my friends!" I exclaimed.

As we sat at a table in the gardens with our lunches, Legolas asked again, "What plans did you have this morning?"

I smiled and answered, "If you must know, I was visiting Lady Ariloth. Her cousin just arrived in town the day before. I thought it wise to welcome her to Mirkwood."

"Oh? And what did you think of Lady Gwenalyn?" Legolas asked.

"You know her?" I asked.

Legolas shrugged. "I had visited Lórien many times. Rialor took me Lady Gwenalyn's flet before to pay her a visit," he simply said. "So, what do you think of her?" he asked again.

"I think she is a natural beauty. She's elegant, polite, and quiet. However, her eyes are... cold, distant, and scary, basically. She seemed as if she hated me even when she did not know me," I tried to explain.

"Really? I thought her very friendly," Legolas commented.

"Oh, I would love to meet this Gwenalyn you talk of," Nyssia said.

I grumbled, "Yes, I suppose so."

A servant approached us quickly and said, "Your Majesty, the king requests Prince Legolas' audience in his study."

Legolas stood up and sighed. "Well, it has been a pleasure speaking with you lovely ladies today," he said with an exaggerated politeness in his voice. "I hope we meet again." He kissed our hands and left swiftly with the servant following quickly behind.

Nyssia jumped as if she remembered something. "Oh, Ena! I have the best news! Yesterday, while strolling along the palace grounds, I met Iselor again. He seemed courteous and we enjoyed a pleasant talk! Oh, he is so wonderful!" she said dreamily.

I sighed. "Nyssia, you must not let your mind stray to him! You will not benefit from it! You must respect my job as your matchmaker and listen when I say that he is not good enough for you!" I said.

Nyssia rolled her eyes. "Oh, Ena! I did not mean it that way! I only meant that he was very friendly." She waved her hand daintily. "Besides, I have no other feelings for him whatsoever!"

I nodded. "That is fine then, I suppose. Nyssia, do not roll your eyes. It is not very ladylike," I scolded.

A/N: Stupid ending, I know. Well, review!