Y'all, just so you know, when I put these (---) it means that it's later on. Time skips XD

Eilonwy

Elladan returns to the dining hall with a glass container of white cream, interrupting the laughter and teasing from the people around Legolas and me. My cheeks are burning with embarrassment. I was too shocked with what happened to really think about the fact that Legolas called me his wife. A warm feeling enters my heart as I glance at Legolas, his gaze already resting on me softly.

Elladan hands the glass container to his father and addresses Aragorn. "Gandalf has arrived, along with the hobbits," Elladan says, "They are in the courtyard."

Aragorn smiles widely at the news and stands. His eyes take on a look of happiness, becoming brighter with the new emotions swirling inside them. "Excuse me," he says and then meets my gaze, "You will be fine?" His sentence comes out as more of a question.

I nod and smile at his concern for me. "I am well."

Lord Elrond begins to gently rub some of the cream onto the bruises on my wrists, and I flinch slightly when he touches down a bit too hard.

"Very well," he says and addresses all of us, "I must go and greet Gandalf and the hobbits. I will lead them here." With those words, he leaves the room.

Lord Elrond finishes putting the healing cream on my bruises and stands, retreating back to his seat beside his wife who watches me with worry-filled eyes. I feel fine mostly. The man was rough with me, leaving bruises on my wrists, and I am quite positive that I have bruises on my waist and hips because my skin aches there. I am not going to tell any of them this fact, of course, because I do not want them to worry more than they already are. I've never in my life been touched in such a way. The man held me and touched me as if I was a ragdoll. I feel nauseous as I think of how he touched me.

Lady Galadriel, ever the mind reading elleth, suddenly says, "Elrond, do you have any more of the healing cream?"

Lord Elrond nods. "Of course."

She glances at me with a stern look. "Eilonwy will need it."

Lord Elrond looks to me in surprise. "You are hurt elsewhere?" he asks and stands once again, walking toward me and crouching in front of my chair, "You must tell me these things. I cannot help you if you do not tell me what ails you." He places the glass container of cream on the table in front of me.

I shake my head. "I am fine. I will take the cream, but I am not in need your assistance," I tell him quietly.

He analyzes my expression for a moment before nodding in discontent. "Very well," he says with a sigh and makes his way back to his seat.

"So," Legolas's mother says and looks at me with a soft, teasing smile, "Tell me, when did you marry my son? I was not aware that you are his wife."

Legolas groans in frustration from beside me. "Will you please stop? Why must you always make me uncomfortable?"

"Was the wedding beautiful? I am sad that I missed it," she continues, and King Thranduil chuckles deeply along with the others, wrapping his arm around her shoulders lovingly. She, in turn, looks up at him with a bright smile, tenderness and love swimming in her eyes.

"As if Legolas could convince an elleth like Eilonwy to marry him," Gwilithon snorts.

I look down at my intertwined fingers in embarrassment. If only he knew that Legolas would have to donothing in order to convince me to marry him. He need only ask. I fell deeply in love with the character of Legolas in my life on earth, and now that I am in Middle Earth and actually know him personally, I am falling for him quickly. I cannot call it love for him just yet because I am not even sure what love really is or what it feels like. I've never felt this deeply for anyone in my entire life. I believe that I am in the midst of falling in love with him, though. It's as if my emotions are a cliff and love is the deep abyss, and I am on the very edge of the cliff with only one more step to take before I fall.

The door opens, and the laughter around me dies down a bit. I look up, my breath catching in my throat in excitement and wonder. Aragorn enters the room with a grin on his lips. After him enters a very tall, elderly man with a long white beard that matches the white color of his robes. Gandalf. He is just as I imagined he would be. His eyes filled with infinite wisdom and mirth dance about the room, and he smiles widely at the elves and men in the room.

"Mithrandir!" Galadriel exclaims joyfully. She stands from her seat beside me and makes her way over to him. She wraps her arms around him in a warm hug in which he returns easily.

"My lady," he replies as she pulls away, "It is wonderful to see you again."

She leads him over to the large table we are sitting at and he sits down beside Lady Celebrian. My head snaps back to the door when I hear more voices. A grin pulls at my lips when I see the hobbits enter the room. I spot Frodo out of all of them with his black hair and bright blue eyes. The room turns into an uproar of greetings and laughter and people getting out of their seats in order to greet the newcomers.

"My dear hobbits," Arwen addresses them over the sound of everyone speaking at once, "Please take a seat and make yourself at home."

"Lady Arwen, it is wonderful to see you again," Gandalf says to her with a kind smile.

"How are you, my dear Gandalf?" she asks him.

"I am well," he replies and looks down at Frodo who sits beside him.

"It is great to be back, my lady!" one of the hobbits exclaims happily as he looks at Arwen, "It just feels right to be back in the company of our friends."

There is a ripple of voices agreeing with the hobbit.

"Where are your wife and children, Sam?" Galadriel asks the hobbit sitting beside Frodo.

"They are in our guest room. Rosie was tired, as were the children," he replies with a tender smile, "But they will join us for dinner, I am sure."

Galadriel nods and smiles at him happily.

Queen Nithroel looks at Gandalf with a mischievous grin on her lips. "Gandalf, how wonderful of you to join us! You are just in time to hear all about my son's wedding," she says, and I cringe slightly. The others at the table burst into laughter once again, but the hobbits look confused.

Legolas sits back completely in his chair, slumping slightly in defeat.

"Wedding?" Gandalf asks in his deep and rumbling voice, raising his eyebrow. He

seems to have caught on that it is a joke because he does not seem shocked or surprised.

Legolas glares at his mother from his seat beside me. "There was no wedding," he states, "I am not married."

Gandalf ignores him and turns his deep blue eyes on me. "Ah! And who might you be?" he asks in a kind, grandfatherly tone of voice. He smiles tenderly, and I get the feeling that despite the fact he asked, he knows exactly who I am.

"Well," I reply with a mischievous grin, "To everyone at this table, I am apparently Legolas's wife, even though I do not remember a wedding at all, but you can just call me Eilonwy."

Laughter erupts around the table at my remark, and I see Legolas from the corner of my eye as he looks at me and smirks.

Gandalf chuckles deeply, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he grins. After a servant pours red wine in his glass, he lifts it up in the air. "A toast to Legolas and Lady Eilonwy," he says and the others raise their glasses, stifling their laughter, "For enduring what must be endless teasing from their loved ones."

"Aye," the others say, stifling laughter, and raise their glasses, too, all bright and shining eyes resting on Legolas and me.

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The sound of the ocean waves rolling lightly in the breeze fills my ears like sweet music. At first, I see nothing, only bright, pure light. The light is warm, seeming to be almost tangible and filled with happy memories. The breeze caresses the skin of my cheeks, and I can taste the salt of the sea on my lips and smell it floating on the wind. I hear the faint sound of voices, laughter, filling my heart with warmth. It is like I am hearing faint memories, memories that I have long forgotten and honestly did not know my mind still clinged on to. My vision begins to clear, the light slowly dimming. My gaze hungrily takes in the sight of the breathtaking ocean that lies in front of me, swirling with bright green and blue colors that mix together to form a true masterpiece. Pure white seagulls soar effortlessly, leisurely through the open blue sky, their caws vibrating within my very soul. I look down, seeing my toes sinking into the soft, warm white sand. I am wearing a long white dress that flows haphazardly around me in the direction of the wind. Time seems to stand still. I have nowhere to be, no reason to leave. I have no idea where I am, but the idea does not frighten me. I feel at peace, something I have always longed to feel.

"My child," a quiet, melodic voice says from behind me.

I turn to see a woman who looks almost identical to me. Her hair is long, curly, and bright red. Her entrancing blue eyes watch me tenderly, tears pooling in them. Freckles dot her cheeks as if they are kisses from angels, and her smile is almost a bright as the sun shining down upon us. She wears a pure white dress identical to mine.

"Mother," I reply quietly, not understanding how she is here. She is dead. She died when I was a mere baby.

She approaches me slowly. "You have grown into a beautiful young woman," she says, her voice cracking slightly, "I am sorry for all of the sorrow you have faced in your journey to Middle Earth. I never wanted you to face any pain or sadness. Your father and I have always wanted you to be happy."

She stops in front of me and takes my hands into her own. "I do not have much time to explain, but you must listen. Your father and I love you very much, Eilonwy. I am so sorry that we are not able to be with you, but always remember that we are watching. We are proud of you and of the delicate and kind lady you have become. Our deaths were not in vain. I am so thankful that your life was spared. We were selfish. We wanted to keep you with us and raise you normally, yet we knew that you would be safest with Lord Elrond and Galadriel. You were born with powers, my child, powers that you have yet to discover. You were in danger, but we were blind."

Her lips form into a beautiful smile, her eyes shining with happiness. "The elf prince is good for you, Eilonwy," she says softly, and my cheeks turn warm with embarrassment, "You do not yet understand, but soon, you will. Do not let him go. He will play a large role in your life and in your heart."

I shake my head in confusion. "I-I do not understand. How are you speaking with me right now? How is this possible?"

"Eru Ilúvatar, or God as he is called on Earth, has blessed me by allowing me to speak with you this once," she replies calmly, reaching up and touching a strand of my hair lightly. Tears begin to pool in her eyes once again.

"I wish none of this had ever happened," I tell her, "I wish that you and father had not died. I wish you would have raised me and I could have grown up here in Middle Earth, in my true home." Tears well up in my eyes as I look at my mother.

She tenderly brushes away a stray tear that falls down my cheek. "I wish that, also, more than anything, but this was our fate. You are doing so well on your own. You have a new group of people that will love and care for you the way that your father and I would have. Do not weep."

I wrap my arms around her small, delicate frame, knowing that I may never get the chance to see her again. I bury my face in the crook of her neck, smelling the faint scent of the sea on her skin. "I love you," I tell her honestly, "I may have never known you until recently, but I love you and father with all of my heart. I owe you. You saved my life and in turn had to give up yours. I could not be more grateful."

She hugs me tightly. "We both love you more than words can describe."

I pull away from her after a few moments. The scene around me starts to fade as the bright light begins to come back. "Goodbye," I tell her, choking back the sobs that threaten to escape my lips.

She smiles. "Goodbye, my dear Eilonwy. Be kind. Be strong."

She fades from view, her smile forever imprinted in my mind, and the pure light takes me in its open, warm arms.

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My eyes snap open. Sunlight attempts to crawl its way into my room past the curtains that hang from my windows. A sigh escapes my lips when I think of my mother and the dream I just had. She was beautiful, just like she was in the Mirror of Galadriel. Knowing that she is watching over me and that she and my father love me and are proud of me makes me indescribably happy. I want them here, alive. I want to live my life with my mother and father to love me and guide me.

A smile makes its way to my lips as I lay in my bed, sheets tangled around my body. Legolas. My mother said that Legolas would play a large role in my life... and my heart. I am really not that surprised. I already know that my feelings for him are growing rapidly. He is absolutely perfect. His smile sends flurries of nerves through my stomach, and his laugh causes my heart to do strange things in my chest. When he gets close to my all I want is for him to take me into his strong, warm arms and kiss me softly and lovingly. He is everything I have ever wanted in my future husband. My mother's approval means the world to me. Her eyes were shining with happiness and pride as she spoke of him.

A giddy laugh escapes my lips as I think of seeing him today. I cover my face with my hands as I feel my cheeks warm. The image of his breathtaking smile and entrancing eyes enters my mind, and I continue to laugh.

I cannot wait to see Legolas.

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A/N: Hey, y'all! Hope you liked this chapter! Please comment and tell me what ya think! See ya next chapter! I will proofread later!

Love,

Josie <3