Early the next morning, Findekáno, Eve, and Nelyo joined Turukáno and Elenwë, Findaráto and Amarië, and Tyelko and Moryo at the bustling fairgrounds. The archery contest Finno would be participating in didn't start for several hours. They meandered around the shops and stalls. Soon, Eve found herself with Amarië and Elenwë at a jeweler's shop who sold accessories.

"Eve, you simply must try these." Elenwë gestured to a set of rhinestoned bobby pins. They were clear like diamonds and she held one up, letting it sparkle in the light. "They can go in your braid."

Amarië took one and put in Eve's hair. She smiled and nodded. "Yes. Definitely."

"Surely that's expensive," Eve objected. "I can't ask for these."

Amarië laughed. "Nonsense. There is nothing here I have need of. My father sees to that."

"Mine as well," Elenwë added. "Let us get the set for you."

Eve rolled her eyes but a smile adorned her face. "Fine."

Amarië placed three gold coins in the jeweler's hands. Elenwë busily set them in Eve's red hair below the flower crown and in the braid. Once she finished, Amarië took Eve's hand and pulled her through the shops. They looked at each merchant's wares for an hour at least. By the end, Eve felt thoroughly tired.

The women found the men messing around with wooden rods. They were three feet long a piece and rounded. Nelyo currently spun his in circles, reminding Eve of when she and her older siblings had played with lightsabers as children. All three smiled as Nelyo showed off.

But Moryo held his own and stood up, too. He began his routine with the wooden rod and then Nelyo held up his to block his brother's incoming attack. The wood resounded as they clashed together. Nelyo used a single hand while Moryo used a two handed grip.

"Careful, Moryo." Tyelko teased his brother from where he leaned against a short wooden fence. "Nelyo has height advantage."

"I will wipe that smug smile from your face Nelyo," Moryo spat through gritted teeth. His face was drawn in concentration.

Their pretend swords clashed again. They drew closer together and sparred for a few more moments. Nelyo smiled the entire time, infuriating his brother. At the last, the redhead kicked out and pushed his brother back with his leg. Moryo slipped and tumbled to the ground. He scraped his elbow.

"You cheated!" The elf's face burned with rage as he held his arm. "I should've known you'd be like that."

But Nelyo laughed. "Cheated? Are you so weak that you have to slander me?"

Moryo lunged at him and would've punched him if Tyelko hadn't stepped in. The blonde brother held Moryo back and looked over at Nelyo in exasperation. "You had to kick him?" Tyelko then whispered something to Moryo and both paused and snickered.

"Watch yourself, Nelyo." Moryo spat at the ground as he walked away with Tyelko. They disappeared to find seats at the archery range, leaving the three women, Findaráto, Turukáno, and Nelyo together.

"Well that went well," Turvo muttered.

Nelyafinwë snickered. "He will recover. His pride, however, may take some time." He turned to the others. "Shall we find seats?"

They wandered into the direction the two sons of Fëanáro had traveled just a few minutes earlier. Turukáno and Elenwë led the way with Findaráto and Amarië right after. Nelyo trailed behind at a leisurely pace and Eve matched him.

"Did Finno go ahead?" Eve asked quickly.

Nelyo nodded. "Yes. He had to pick out a bow and quiver; the contestants cannot use their own."

"Do you think he's going to win?" Eve glanced up at him as they walked.

But Nelyo merely shrugged with a smirk on his face. "I am unsure, as is he. Rumor has it that Thornon and Rusco, two of Tyelko's fellow hunters, are participating. Finno will be hard-pressed to beat them."

Eve nodded. She strolled alongside Nelyo in silence, playing with the tips of her braided auburn hair. They reached the field for archery a few minutes later. A great crowd had gathered already, but Nelyo caught sight of Káno waving them over.

"Come, Káno has saved us seats." Nelyo gently guided her forward as she could not see over the elven host.

"Where'd the others go?" Eve asked as she sat down between Nelyo and Káno on the third row up of the benches.

The redheaded brother shrugged. "Probably to join Nolofinwë and Arafinwë."

Suddenly they heard laughter behind them which each recognized. They spun around to see the Ambarussa, Curvo, and Lady Nerdanel walking towards them. Eve waved at Nerdanel, a huge smile on her face.

"You came!" Eve squeezed to make room for them. "Wow!"

Nerdanel chuckled. "Yes. Telvo and Pityo begged their father."

"It definitely was begging," Curvo added smartly, his arms folded. He turned to his older brothers. "Where is Tyelko?"

"He ran off with Moryo," Nelyo told him. "You can in fact stay with us."

Curvo rolled his eyes and nodded. He sat down behind Eve. To make room, Nelyo and Káno moved up beside him and allowed Nerdanel and the Ambarussa to sandwich Eve. Telvo sat at her right and Nerdanel her left.

"Finno is going to be closest to the crowd," Nelyo told them all. "He's the most well known."

"I feel like he's one of those people that everyone knows," Eve laughed. "He's everyone's friend."

"You are not far off from the truth," Káno told her with a laugh. "He is well respected by all."

"Well he's thoroughly impressed in the weeks I've known him so far," she said with nod, watching in excitement as competitors started filling the field. She missed the growing smirk on Nelyo's face. "Look! Here they come!"

The last three archers took the field, Finno at the last. Behind him went a dark red haired elf, and after that one of golden hair. Curvo watched then intently.

"Rusco appears to be in great shape this year," Curvo said, pointing to the redish brown haired elf beside Findekáno. "Look at his smug smile."

"Who do you want?" Eve asked, turning around to look at Curvo.

He shrugged. "I suppose Findekáno. Though Thornon is a close friend of Tyelko's, and he would enjoy the win."

The attention of the crowd was wrapped up in the three closest competitors. Findekáno chatted with Thornon before the horn sounded for them to take their positions. The bow he and held was made of a dark wood, and the arrows matched it. They were told to take their spots.

"The targets have got to be at least 80 yards down," Eve murmured in amazement. "Wow."

Nerdanel laughed and took her hand. "Do not worry for Findekáno. I have full confidence that he will win."

Telvo and Pityo chatted excitedly to each other, ignoring everyone around them. But when Findekáno raised his bow along with the others to take his first shot, they quieted down and watched in anticipation with the whole crowd. It amazed Eve how quiet the world became.

Thunk.

The sound of arrows meeting targets resounded in the field. Nerdanel explained quietly that it was best of three: three chances to hit the bullseye. The archers notched their second shots. Silence reigned again. Eve watched closely as Findekáno narrowed his eyes.

Thunk.

The crowd at the end near the targets exploded in cheers once more. Eve hoped that was a good sign. Most of the elves at that end seemed to be Noldor based on hair color, so she hoped that were rooting for their prince. As the Maia signaled for them to take up their stances a final time, Eve held her breath. Findekáno was the picture of concentration.

Thunk.

Silence this time. No one moved or spoke as they waited for the verdict from the Maia at the targets. A few moments later and a loud voice sounded over the field. Eve waited patiently.

"The winner of the 90 meter shot contest is Lord Findekáno of the House of Finwë."

Eve leapt up alongside her friends, cheering as loud as she could. The elf in question waved at the crowd, beaming, before shaking hands with every single one of his opponents. He left the field with Thornon and towards the winner's tent. It was there that his friends found him.

"Oh my gosh I can't believe it!" Eve ran forward and gave Findekáno a massive hug. "You won!"

He stood laughing, and then was stunned by her hug. "I was losing until the last shot." He returned her hug and she drew back as he continued. "Thornor had me beat, but I managed to hit the center with my last one."

Nelyo patted him on the back. "A decent shot. I expected nothing less."

"Decent?!" Findekano laughed incredulously. "I do not think I have ever made that shot."

Eve hugged him again and as she did so, a new group showed up. Turvo led with Elenwë and Iríssë. Behind trailed Finrod and Amarië with Artanis. And then behind them, Arafinwë whom Eve had met at Tirion and a tall, dark haired elf clothed in blues, golds, and whites walked beside him.

"Father," Findekáno smiled with a bow.

At the word 'father', Eve immediately let go of her hug and stood away. She found herself next to Nelyo who shot her a smirk that she pretended to ignore, though her face burned red with blushing and she really wanted to slap the redhead. She noticed that when Findekáno's father walked closer, the house of Fëanáro stiffened as one. Even Nerdanel looked slightly uneasy seeing Nolofinwë.

"Congratulations, Finno," Nolofinwë said with a grin. "You did well!"

Findekáno beamed. "I do only my best."

Curvo and the Ambarussa ducked out of the tent, explaining it was too cramped, and Nerdanel followed. Leaving Káno and Nelyo with the rest of their half cousins and half uncles, Eve watched in curiosity.

"You must be Eve, the maiden I have been told so much about," Nolofinwë began. He shot her a small smile.

"That's me!" She nodded back. "Nice to meet you."

He grinned. "You as well. Finno and Turvo both have told me much. I hope you have found Aman to your liking?"

She shrugged with a tiny smirk. "It's great, and the company is alright."

Findekáno, Kánafinwë and Nelyafinwë all laughed. Turukáno and Findaráto both smiled with them, shaking their heads at her comment.

"But seriously, it's been amazing. Everyone is so helpful all the time." Eve looked from Finno and Turvo to their father. "Your sons are pretty cool."

Nolofinwë raised an eyebrow. "Cool?"

"A word from her vocabulary that seems to have many definitions," Findekano replied with a smirk at the woman in question. "In this instance I believe it means nice or great."

"You're getting better at this," Eve teased him back.

Nolofinwë nodded. "I am glad to hear my sons are treating you well. Upon your return to Tirion, you are welcome at my home."

"Thanks!" Eve smiled and looked around. "Well, now that we have a winner in our midst, what should we do?"

"That is a good question," replied Káno from behind her.

"The handmaidens of Vána made a beautiful garden this year, with plant sculptures and artwork inside." Amarië said, speaking up from her spot beside Findo. "Perhaps a visit there?"

Eve nodded. That sounded like a good idea.