"I imagine that it is Winter outside these walls." said the girl to herself. Eldarion had not come for her yet. She was sitting at the back of her cell, in a small, tight ball.

She was scared.

The rattle of keys! Her head shot up. At the door was one of those masked guards. "Get up. We're going to Lord Eldarion."

Lord?

The girl got up and followed him. She wondered what would destroy this guard. Her eyes darted all over the man. He seemed weak in the legs. A good kick would hurt him. But then he would cry out, and the girl would be no better than she was now.

When they reached the throne room, Eldarion was there. "Let her go." he commanded. The guard dropped the girl roughly onto the stone floor.

"Eldarion," said the girl. "Do you know my name?"

Eldarion nodded. "You have lied about it your whole life. Most people call you Dawn, am I correct?"

Dawn nodded. "My name is Dawn Sapphire. That is all you will ever know me by, you vile excuse for a half elf! For a man. You killed me."

Eldarion nodded. "You are to come with me."

"Where?"

He did not speak.

"I'm not coming with you unless you answer my questions." Dawn said. Eldarion laughed. An unforgiving laugh. "You are under the delusion I will grant you whatever you wish. But so be it. Fire away."

Dawn's head spun with a million questions. She settled on five.

"Question one. How am I alive?" Eldarion raised his hand, and a column of fire appeared. "I have power over life and death. You are aware of how I get my power?  Every soul that dies here in Middle-earth is mine, and its power is mine."

Dawn nodded. That was her second question answered. She smiled to herself. "Question two. How much do you know about me?"

"I know much of your past. I know you are hated and feared as a monster. The lady Eowyn hates you. You are a liar and a traitor, a horrid elf, one I do not like keeping in the dungeons. You are of Silvian blood, and are a traitor, much like your brother-"

She cut him off.

"Shut up! How do you know that? Never speak of that again!" She screamed at Eldarion. "Thank you, Lord Eldarion."- she curtsied in a very emphasized way here-"That will be all."

She followed him as he left the room.

()()()()

"Legolas!" said a familiar Dwarf voice. "Gimli!" Legolas called back. "Good to see you."

Thranduil made a noise of disgust. Gimli ignored this. "I see you have your father with you." For some reason, Legolas and Gimli found this funny, and they both began laughing. Thranduil was completely confused as to why they were laughing, and Tauriel was greeting Elrond and Arwen.

Aragorn found the small party. When he laid eyes on Thranduil, he made more tentative steps towards Legolas. "Why have you brought him here?" Aragorn whispered urgently. Legolas, feeling defensive, said, "He's my father!" Aragorn nodded. "Just don't get into any fights here. Or I  will ask him to leave."

Legolas felt a pain in his head a moment later. It was not strong, just there. It was making his senses fuzzy. He rubbed his temple. It was almost like his name, being screamed from somewhere far off.

Legolas...

He ignored it.

That evening, despite the fear enveloping everyone, they had a feast. There was music, joy, and laughter. At one point Tauriel and Legolas were dancing next to Faramir and Eowyn to an old song from Rohan.

The only one who did not have fun was Thranduil. He just complained about everything. Legolas spent the majority of time around his father rolling his eyes at the complaints.

"This bench is uncomfortable!"

"The wine tastes awful!"

"I am still hungry!"

After a while, the servants ignored him.

Aragorn and Arwen had the dance floor as the musicians played an old melody, that Arwen had written words to.

Everyone was spellbound.