Thrandruil was working on writing a letter to Queen Islanzadi in Ellesméra when he heard a loud crack outside his door and then a soft a knock followed by another loud crack. Thranduil stood up and sighed. It had been a long day and he was not up for any nonsense. As he walked to the door, he thought about everything he had done and learned that day. Legolas had come back that day from his journey with the fellowship. He had never been happier to see his son and had spent most of the day with him. He had learned of all the things his son had done and was shocked to learn of his friendship with the dwarf Gimili, but he had to learn to live with it. Legolas has said Gimli would be coming in a few weeks to stay with them and negotiate terms to have some sort of peace between the two races. He shook his head at the thought and opened the door.

His jaw nearly dropped at the sight of the . . . the, well the thing at his feet. It was a baby in an Elfish basket wrapped in human blankets. Inside the bundle of blankets was, well, a baby girl. The baby was asleep, even through the loud noise. He picked up the basket and saw a note stuck in between the bundle of blankets that held the baby and the basket.

He set the basket and sleeping baby down on chair and picked up the note. The envelope had his name on the front in elegant writing and gold ink. It said this:

My dearest Thranduil,

This is our daughter. She is about 2 months old now. I found out I was pregnant about a month after we last saw each other. I know how many duties you have and that your son recently came back to you. However, over the past few months, I have discovered that I cannot care for her. She is not a normal magical child. She is not like any witch or wizard baby I have seen. She has inherited many of your elfish traits and can do many miraculous things. It scares me how advanced her magic is, I think that it is best if she stays and grows here, with you. I'm sorry I could not stay and introduce her and explain all of the wonderful things about her to you, all of her little quarks, but alas, I do not think I would be able to leave. It would pain me even more to see what me being there with you and her would do to you than it is to leave her with you. So, my darling, this is your daughter. I just ask you one thing, please do not ever tell her who I am. Send her to Hogwarts if you wish, but please do not tell her who I am.

Here is your daughter, Piper Amelia Greenleaf. May great things come your way.

There was no signature but he didn't need it. He knew exactly whom the letter was from. He turned to the baby girl, Piper. He watched her sleep for a long time. She was a beautiful baby girl, but what would he possibly tell his people, his son? He had so many duties as King, how could he possibly take care of a growing, half-breed child. He sat down in a chair across from the baby, his daughter, and put his head in his hands. Where did he go from here? The baby was here, he could not give the baby to someone else, surely it deserved to know at least one of its parents, some of its family. Then he shook his head, her parents, and her family. It was a little, baby girl, not an it he could get rid of as easily as she had come into his life.