Breakfast the next morning went without incident, as Lord Elrond thought it best to seat Legolas and Thenidiel at separate ends of the table. Thenidiel ate more than a few bites, unlike the night before, whilst chatting happily with Arwen. Occasionally, she glanced at Legolas who quickly averted his gaze down to his plate. Is that guilt I am seeing in his eyes? She shook the thought from her mind, instead choosing to believe it was nothing but a look of pity given to her like she was a child who had been scolded. After breakfast, Thenidiel hid herself in her room still not ready to speak to her brother again. It was not long after she started to read a book sitting on her bedside table that a knock sounded on the door. Fully expecting it to be Legolas, she cast the petty insult "Míbo yrch." There was an exaggerated gasp before Elrohir's voice mockingly chastised,

"Now, Princess, that is no way to treat your hosts who are merely trying to deliver you a message."

"Elladan?" Thenidiel slid of the bed and opened the door seeing only one twin.

"Sorry, I'm Elrohir. Elladan is greeting the guests, begrudgingly." Elrohir held his arm out for Thenidiel's grasp, "And I came to see if you also wanted to meet them."

"Begrudgingly? Who are these guests that Elladan does not want to meet?" Thenidiel lifted her skirts as the walked down the stairwell.

"Well-"

"Dwarves?" The elven princess stopped suddenly after the last step, seeing the small group assembling in the gardens, "Your father so easily invites their kind into your home?"

"Father is not one to judge someone by the doing of their ancestors." Elrohir led Thenidiel along once more.

The dwarf who seemed to be the leader introduced himself as Glóin son of Gróin. His son stood right next to him, introduced by his father as Gimli. Their company stood back, not talking much, obviously uncomfortable around the elves. Thenidiel had to keep herself from showing her disgust and pulling Elrohir away. She greeted the company curtly, emphasizing her status as an elven princess. She locked eyes with Gimli in an intense glare, before looking up to Elrond. She glanced at Elladan and back to Elrond, silently asking if the twin was dismissed. He shook his head and Thenidiel sighed lightly before pulling Elrohir away from the group. Turning to his twin, he shrugged slightly before following Thenidiel. He waited until they turned to walk down a different hallway before speaking.

"I'm curious to know where your judgment of dwarves has come from. They are a rambunctious race, but surely that is no cause for such hate. I am not sure where this feud even begins." Elrohir sat down on a bench nearby and gestured to the spot next to him.

Thenidiel nodded and sat next to her friend, "They are not trustworthy. My kingdom's jewels were in their possession when Erebor's halls were filled with life. However, Thrór denied my father the jewels. You should know the tales. I had seen their company pass through my kingdom a few years back, stubborn in trying to reclaim the cursed mountain. They were destructive and deceitful. They had a Hobbit sneak in to steal the keys. A halfling!" Thenidiel scowled, "And of course, they are downright rude. Their leader, Thorin Oakenshield, insulted my king from the first moment he arrived. They brought even more death upon my people, and the people of Lake Town."

"You cannot fault them all," Elrohir started before Thenidiel cut him off.

"The leader here, Glóin, he was in the company in the quest. His son will be much the same." Thenidiel sat up straighter and stuck her chin up, "I do not trust them."

"It matters not, your personal thoughts of the dwarves," Elrond strode down the hall, "They are guests in my house, as are you."

Thenidiel stared at the ground, ashamed to have been caught, "I am sorry, Lord Elrond, for what I have said."

"Thenidiel, I have known you and your father long enough to know you are not truly sorry. However, it is your opinion and I cannot take that away from you. I only wish you would not be so hasty in your judgement of others, and that you would hold your tongue before speaking ill of others in my home." Elrond set a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Now, I have not come to chastise you. Glorfindel has been searching for my sons and was delighted to hear you are visiting. He wishes to know if you would like to join them in practice. I'm sure my sons want a rematch after you beat them in an archery contest."

Thenidiel laughed and stood, "I would love to join them. But, if I may ask, where has Lord Glorfindel been that I have not seen him around?"

"He was with the hunting party at the borders. Now go, child, he is waiting with Elladan."

She headed to the training area in a more secluded garden. She saw Glorfindel and Elladan sitting on the ground checking over their blades for damages from recent battles they've fought. She cleared her throat and Elladan quickly stood, bowing to her in an exaggerated fashion. She giggled and nodded to Glorfindel as a silent greeting. The Balrog-slayer stood slower than the dark-haired elf next to him, and raised an eyebrow at Thenidiel.

"I know you were eager to see me, Princess Thenidiel, however I highly doubt that dress is appropriate for combat. It is beautiful, though."

Thenidiel looked down at her pale blue dress and chuckled, "I suppose you are right Lord Glorfindel. I shall be right back."

She nearly sprinted back to her room, confusing Elrond and his advisor, Erestor, who were walking to Elrond's study. Digging through her bag she had yet to unpack, Thenidiel found her brown tights and high boots with her forest green skirt and top, a brown leather piece around her stomach acting as light protection. Grabbing her unstrung bow and quiver full of arrows she rushed out the door before running right back in and grabbing her twin long knives. When she arrived back at the training fields, she noticed the twins already fighting with Glorfindel watching from his spot by the fountain.

"Getting lethargic in your old age, my lord?" Thenidiel joked and sat next to the balrog-slayer, "I expected you to hold a dagger to both their necks by the time I got back."

Glorfindel chuckled lightly, "You just missed it. I did it thrice in the time you were running to your room and twice on your way back." He picked up the bow he had set next to him and stood, "Alright, boys, Princess is ready for a rematch in archery and I know you have been training to beat her. So-hey, Elladan. Stop fighting and listen. Pick up your bows and stand by the fountain with your toes at my sword," he motioned to the glistening weapon lying in the bright green grass.

Thenidiel strung her bow and threw her quiver over her shoulder. A smile couldn't help but appear on her face as she watched the twins scramble to pick up their bows, still strung she noticed, and run to the princess. They stood on either side of her, but she could not tell who was who. After visiting, training, and playing with them for hundreds of years, it was still difficult for her to tell them apart. Often the twins would dress alike to confuse others, and they had similar interests and likes anyway. This day, of course, is one of the days that they both wore the same outfit covered in matching silver armor. She had noticed that their weapons were slightly different, though. One had a sword with a light blue tinted gem. The other had one with a white gem. And the keen eyes of an elf could pick up on the excellent condition of the bow and quiver of the twin to her left, showing that he cared for it more, and favored the weapon. When fighting, Thenidiel could often tell the difference as Elrohir held the bow first before he grabbed his sword. She was shook from her reverie when she noticed Glorfindel moving targets to set up for the contest. She impatiently listened to the rules "stay behind the sword, one shot per target", eager to use her bow.

As soon as Glorfindel stepped away, Thenidiel shot an arrow directly to the center of the first target. The twins hit right by, but not dead on. The blonde elleth laughed and notched another arrow, firing it at a target a few yards further back, again hitting the center. She shot a target swinging from the branch of a tree and one sitting off to the side. Noticing the Twins had only shot two targets, Thenidiel sat in the ground and exhaled loudly, showing her impatience. One twin turned and glared before for firing an arrow that landed extremely close to the one she had shot. When twins caught up, Thenidiel stood and fired at the rest of the targets at the same pace as her opponents. Glorfindel inspected each target and returned, declaring the princess as the winner, yet again. Thenidiel smirked and tossed her long blonde hair over her shoulder.

"Dear brother, what do we do with elleths who disrespect her elders?" Elladan smiled slyly to his twin.

Elrohir grinned and set his bow down, "I believe we tackle her repeated poke her sides until she she can't breathe from laughing too much."

Thenidiel paled and dropped her weapons, taking a step away.

"Yes, brother, that is exactly what we do."

The twins charged at the Silvan elleth and tackled her. She shouted in protest, but soon her shouts turned into laughter. Glorfindel raised an eyebrow at the antics of the three elves, but did nothing to stop it. After putting up a long struggle, Thenidiel gave up, signaling she couldn't handle more. The twins laughed and stood, each offering a hand for the princess to take. She glared at the two and stood on her own, turning away from them. Suddenly, she grabbed her knives and swung at the twins. They ducked and grabbed her arms.

"Sorry, Princess." Elladan ruffled Thenidiel's hair with his free hand, "You may beat us in archery, but we're still better with blades."

Thenidiel stomped her foot and pulled her arms back, "Fine, I'll admit that much. However, you both should know to not underestimate me."

Glorfindel placed his hands on the twins' shoulders, gaining their attention. He raised an eyebrow at Thenidiel and patiently waited for her to lower the knives. Once he thought their guard was down and all attention on him, the golden-haired elf spoke.

"Though your antics amuse me, I must stop them. It appears we have another visitor who looks less than pleased. And it's not Erestor this time, so no surprise attacks, Elladan."

The three turned around to see the Woodland Realm's prince standing straight, arms crossed, with a glower darkening his face. Thenidiel swiftly sheathed her knives and put her right fist to her heart, opening her hand as she bowed slightly and pulled her hand away from her chest in an elvish greeting. Legolas, however, did not reciprocate the greeting. Instead, he he strode over and grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the twins.

"Legolas!" Thenidiel tried to pull her arm free, but her brother held a tight grip, "Let me go. I was only training."

"No, Thenidiel. You were wasting time and fooling around with them. Come, we are going to pack your things and you will ride home in the morning. Athaeben will be glad to escort you."

"If you do not let me go this moment, I will cry for help, and when guards arrive you will be taken to Lord Elrond as a prisoner." Thenidiel held her ground and glared at her brother.

Legolas hesitated before releasing his grip, "You are a child, Thenidiel, and no longer the one I enjoyed playing elfling games with. You have become spoilt and irresponsible. If it were my decision, your right to the throne would be stripped, and you would be disowned."

"Legolas and Thenidiel, if you would kindly follow me to my study, I feel this is something to be discussed in private." Elrond stood behind the two, his calm demeanor doing nothing to calm the tension in the air.

He placed a hand on each of the two siblings' backs and led them away from the field toward the white stone buildings. The three walked inside a large wooden door to see the dark haired advisor, Erestor, reading a scroll at Elrond's desk. He glanced up expecting to see Elrond enter alone, but set the scroll down seeing the angry faces of the Sindar heirs. Offering Elrond his seat, Erestor stood and took his place right behind it. The group stood in silence, the youngest two in the room waiting for each other to take the blame. The ever patient Elrond simply sat straight with one eyebrow raised as the silence grew. It took nearly five minutes for someone to speak up, and it was Thenidiel.

"Lord Elrond, I was training with your sons when they decided to have fun and tackle me. Legolas thought that I was misbehaving and intervened with no reason, causing a conflict." She glared pointedly at her older brother, who, in return, rolled his eyes.

Elrond said nothing, only motioned to Legolas to share the opposing side of the story. The prince curtly stated that Thenidiel had not been acting her age and was supposed to be here for merely business. That caused a glare from the opposing side once again, which Legolas had chosen to ignore.

"I understand your concern, however I do not believe it is necessary for your sister to return home," Elrond interrupted the staredown between the siblings, "Your adar has sent you with a specific task, but that does not mean you must maintain your royal mask. I have known you since you were elflings, and so have my children. If it concerns you so, then speak directly to me than cause a scene in the courtyard."

The siblings stayed silent, both holding back harsh comments against each other. Elrond waited another minute, hoping the tension would diffuse slightly, however, the two were never known to end arguments so easily. Instead, with a sigh he dismissed the two, sitting down and rubbing his temple to prevent the headache that was forming. Legolas and Thenidiel stormed out of the Lord's study to their separate rooms, brooding alone for the next few days before the council.