“Some people fall in love with the idea of things

and others fall in love with the actual things.

Falling in love with an idea is but an illusion.

That is how I know she is the one -

I feel her in my bones not just in my head.”

-Christopher Poindexton

Legolas P.O.V.

    She stands in the middle of a pavilion that is surrounded by tall, thick Mallorn trees. The wind blows softly, its fingers winding through her red hair and tussling it.  I immediately recognize the scenery around her. She is in Lothlorien.

    It is nighttime and the light of the stars shines down ethereally upon her skin and the fabric of the long white gown she is wearing hugs the curves of her body perfectly. The train of the gown flows down the steps that she stands atop of like water flowing over pebbles in a stream. Her red hair falls down to her waist in its usual voluminous curls. Tiny white flowers and small braids are placed orderly in her hair.

    My heart beats affectionately for the elleth in front of me, and my throat clenches as passion and love overwhelm me. I have the urge to reach out, to take her in my arms, but for some reason, I cannot move. My eyes widen in alarm. This has never happened before. This time something seems off. This is not a normal vision.

    My eyes snap to the side when I hear a familiar voice. “Would you like to look in the mirror?” Lady Galadriel walks slowly down another staircase that leads to the elleth. Her voice is serious, yet somehow soothing in a way. She has the power to be comforting sometimes, but she is usually quite intimidating.

    “What will I see?” the elleth asks her tentatively, and my heart longs to be near her once again at the wonderful sound of her bashful voice. Listening to her speak is like hearing angels sing. I would love to hear her voice every single day, and, in a way, I do.

    “I cannot say, for I, myself, do not know. This mirror shows what the future may hold, events that have already taken place, or things that are happening now,” she replies slowly as she stops in front of the silver basin, “Will you not look into the mirror?”

    The young elleth says nothing for a few moments. Galadriel watches her intently as she makes her decision. “I will look, my lady,” she decides quietly after a moment of silence.

    Galadriel nods her head once with an accepting smile on her face before picking up a pitcher of water and slowly pouring it into the basin. She then gestures for the elleth to come forward. The red haired beauty hesitantly steps up to the silver basin and leans forward to look into the mirror.

    I watch in awe as light reflects onto her beautiful features, her eyebrows scrunched in concentration as she watches the scenes unfold before her. I am not able to see what she is seeing, but I know it must be sorrowful because tears collect in her emerald colored eyes. Several minutes pass before a confused expression crosses her face. She glances up warily at Lady Galadriel, but the Lady of Loríen gestures for her to keep watching the scenes unfold.

    My gaze sweeps to Galadriel, only to see her staring straight at me from my place in the cover of the trees. 'Legolas, I have brought you here this night,' her voice resonates throughout my mind.

    'Why, my lady? Is this not just another vision?' I ask her curiously. Why would she bring me here?

    She smiles knowingly and replies, 'I thought that maybe you would like to know the whereabouts of the young lady.' She gestures to the elleth, who is still looking into the mirror, and she has a small smile on her face now, instead of confusion or sorrow.

    My heart stops for a moment. She is in Lothlorien? Elation spreads throughout my entire body and my throat clenches to hold back tears of happiness. I have waited for so long to see her, to finally meet her, and now I know where she is. Now I know she is real, and I can finally get to her. 'My lady, h-how can this be? Until now, I have not even known she was real.'

    'Oh, but you have, young prince. You know in your heart that this elleth is as real as you or me. How could you develop such strong feelings, such a strong love, for her if she was just a dream or a figment of your imagination?' She raises an eyebrow at me, prompting me to understand the depth of what she is saying.

    My gaze travels to the elleth once more, and so many emotions overwhelm me that for one ridiculous moment, I am sure that I might cry. I clear my throat, fighting back the ridiculous, unmanly urge to cry. 'How? How can such an elleth exist?' My eyes travel over her features that are now soft and content as she continues to look into the mirror. Her lips are pulled into a wide smile, and her eyes shine with happiness. 'How can anyone be so flawless?' I question as my gaze soaks up the image of the elleth’s beauty.

    Lady Galadriel smiles as she watches me closely. 'She is your soul mate, Legolas. Your situation is special. Your dreams of her are not a coincidence.'

    I nod slightly, not believing that I could be so lucky as to have a soul mate such as her. 'I will leave for Lothlorien as soon as I can.'

    Galadriel’s smile turns to a sad one as she shakes her head. 'No, young prince. You must be patient. This elleth’s situation is very special, and she will need time to mold to our way of life.' My eyebrows furrow together in confusion and anger, and she is quick to finish what she has to say. 'I promise to send her to Mirkwood when the time is right, Legolas. She is very clever and wise, and I believe it will not take long for her to become comfortable here.'

    Anger and sorrow rip throughout my chest. I have been waiting for her for so long, and now that I know where she is, I cannot see her! Angry tears unwillingly come to my eyes as I struggle to control myself. How dare Galadriel show me the elleth, telling me she is in Lothlorien, and expect me to be okay with waiting! I clench my fists so tightly by my side that I’m sure they’d bleed if I wasn’t in this dream-like state.

'What if I refuse such a request?' I retort.

    A small smirk pulls at Galadriel’s lips as she raises her eyebrows at me, testing me. 'There is nothing that I can do to stop you,' she says before her expression turns serious, 'But listen to me when I say this: you may be impatient to meet her, but if you come now, you will risk changing the course of the future. As I said before, the elleth needs time to adjust to her new surroundings. She is young and needs proper guidance and care. A romance blossoming this early is not good for the girl’s heart. You may think that you know her well from the visions you’ve been having of her these past few years, but you only know the future, Legolas, not her past. She is not from our world, as crazy as it may sound. I have been having visions of the girl for hundreds of years. There is a prophecy about her that was foretold thousands of years ago. She needs my help now,' Galadriel then smiles with kindness in her eyes as she laces her fingers together in front of her, 'And very soon, she will need your love, young prince.'

    We are both pulled from our thoughts as the elleth suddenly pulls away from the mirror and looks up at Galadriel. “My lady, I-I… I am afraid that I do not understand what the mirror has shown me.”

    Galadriel looks intently at the elleth. “I understand that you are confused, for I saw what you did through your mind.”

    “Has my entire life been… a lie? What was the point of me being raised in my own world when my fate was to live here? Was my death, my pain and sorrow, all for nothing?” she asks and her voice shakes with unshed tears. The pain etched on her face hurts me deeply, and in that moment, I’d give anything to be able to take it away. I’d do anything to see her smile again and to be happy like she usually is in my visions. An elleth as kind and caring and delicate as she is does not deserve pain.

    “You were fated to live here, but it was for your own safety that you were sent to Earth. I will explain everything in due time, Eilonwy. Too much information at one time will overwhelm you.”

    The elleth looks to the ground in sorrow, tears collecting in her eyes once again, and I want nothing more than to wrap my arms around her, to kiss away her tears. “My name was Evelyn in my world,” she whispers, as if speaking to herself, and she sighs, “Even my own name was a lie.”

    My vision begins to fade, and I panic, knowing that I am beginning to awaken. I struggle to somehow stay there, to stay near the elleth now that I know where she is dwelling.

    Lady Galadriel says something to her, but I cannot hear it because she speaks to me in my mind at the same time. Her voices echoes in my mind as I slip out of the world of dreams.

'Do not fret, Legolas. Remember, I will send her to you soon.'

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    My eyes snap open, my chest heaving as I try to calm myself down. Anger and resentment pulse through my veins. How could Galadriel do this to me? It isn’t right! My adar must’ve notified her about what was going on, and now she’s meddling in my thoughts… and my life. As usual.

    Honestly, Lady Galadriel is a powerful and wise ruler, but sometimes she goes too far with her power to read minds. I understand that she is trying to help, but I don’t need this. I don’t need anymore stress right now.

    I calm myself, forcing the irrational anger from my heart. I replay everything that happened in my mind. “Eilonwy,” I whisper her name longingly into the darkness of my room. I finally know her name, and now I never want to stop saying it. The way her name rolls off my tongue and resonates throughout my darkened room reminds me of just how lonely I am without her here. I want to repeat it endlessly, as if saying her name will somehow cause her to appear in my room.

I can imagine, so easily, the scene of her lying in my bed beside me the way that she has countless times in my visions. I can so clearly see her lying beside me in my bed, wrapped in my arms whilst she sleeps peacefully. The light of the moon streams through the open window, caressing her soft, bare skin as I watch with fascination as her eyelashes flutter in her sleep. Her hand lies delicately on my chest, and her wedding ring sparkles in the starlight. Her skin is warm against my own bare skin as her chest rises and falls against me. The image of her lips still swollen from the countless times that I kissed her that night, claiming her as my wife, is enough to drive me insane.

I sigh and release the wondrous image from my thoughts. The idea of being able to meet her soon sends a thrill of pleasurable excitement down my spine as I lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling. Only faint whispers of blue light stream through the window, notifying me that the sun will be rising in a few hours. I desire to fall back asleep and dream of the enticing and fascinating Eilonwy, but after the strange meeting with Galadriel through my dreams, I know sleep will not take me again.

    What did Galadriel mean when she said that Eilonwy is not from our world? That is impossible! Galadriel also told me that there is a prophecy written about the elleth. I’ve never heard of a prophecy in my entire life. I guess I will ask my ada if he knows anything about the prophecy. And Eilonwy mentioned something about her pain and… death. The thought of her experiencing immense pain sends icy blades of terror and heartbreak into the depths of my heart. How I wish I was there with her right now, under the brilliantly shining stars and the leaves of the Mallorn trees in Lothlorien. I would do anything for her, give her anything to make her happy. I would crawl across the entirety of Middle Earth and back or swim through the thrashing waves of the ocean all the way to the Undying Lands to get to her. All she would have to do is say my name, letting the simple three syllables pour from her sweet lips in the alluring way that she does in my visions, and I would come for her.

    It’s crazy, absolutely and entirely insane that I love her so wholly and completely without even knowing her properly. I get drunk off the visions of her smiling at me as she speaks, her gorgeous emerald eyes shining with happiness and wonder. I feel the love I have for her so deeply that I swear it seeps straight into my bones. The way she blushes shyly in my visions when I kiss her deeply or when she wakes up beside me in the morning light after a night full of passion awakens all of my senses and strips away all of my insecurities and pride. The love I have for her is raw and pure, and it leaves me bare, nothing remaining of me except my fragile heart and every broken fragment and stained inch of my soul.

Every little bit that is left of me is free for her to take if she so desires.

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Elvish translation:     Ada        dad

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A/N: Yay! Another update! Wow! Legolas seems to be opening up to us even more about his detailed visions. *Wink, wink* Are you angry that Legolas can’t see Eilonwy yet? Don’t worry! A little, miniscule wait is always worth it in the end. ;) And now we know that Evelyn’s name is actually Eilonwy. But why? Why is her life a lie? So many questions to be answered! Find out more in the upcoming chapters.~

Hope y’all enjoyed this chapter! I revised it at least 1.2k times lol. Please remember to R&R! Your comments make me all warm and fuzzy on the inside! hahhh! (I’m hyper right now so please excuse my weirdness!)

See y’all next chapter when things will only get juicier. xD

<3 With immense love,

~Josie~