Legolas

"Gimli!" I exclaim with a smile as I see my old friend, "How are you, mellon nin?"

His laugh rumbles deep inside his chest as he approaches me, and I clap him on the shoulder. He grips my forearm in greeting, and I wince slightly at his iron grip. Dwarves may be small, but they possess the strength of Mumakil.

"Legolas! I'm fine, lad, but let's not talk about me. How are ya? I haven't had the time to visit Mirkwood in years!" His lips curl up into a grin underneath his shaggy red beard, and I am delighted to be speaking with him after so many years have passed. My father has a strong dislike toward dwarves, but Gimli became a good friend of mine during the War of the Ring. He is rough around the edges, but all-together he is definitely a kindred spirit.

"I am well," I admit with a small smile. I have been much more than 'well' since Eilonwy showed up, but when I see him raise his eyebrows at my wistful expression, I am quick to change the subject, "Glosseth is just over there. I am sure that she is most excited to see you again."

Gimli desperately tries to hide his pink-tinted cheeks at my words, and he coughs deeply in embarrassment. He has a slight infatuation with my sister that we all find most amusing. He used to be head over heels for Lady Galadriel until he set eyes on Glosseth. "I'll just... go and speak with her," he grumbles before walking away, his footsteps heavy on the stone floor of the ballroom.

My gaze leaves my friend and travels around the huge room filled with hundreds of people. From hobbits to dwarves to elves to men, all races of Middle Earth seem to have gathered here today to celebrate the birth of little Prince Feyrith. The room is bursting with color, and I find it hard to focus on just one thing in all of the excitement. Children weave their way through adults who are talking and laughing with each other in small groups, and the laughter and voices mingle together to create a soft song of peace and love that comes straight from the hearts of the people present. Glass chandeliers hang prettily from the ceiling, and the tables at one end of the large ballroom have velvety red fabric draped over them. Music floats through the air softly as some couples dance slowly to the dreamlike melody, the ladies' dresses fanning around them like pools of liquid silver, gold, purple, or blue. No matter the color of the dress, each is made so exquisitely that you cannot help but stop for a moment and watch as all the colors swish around the room harmoniously like colorful flower petals rustling in a light breeze.

No matter how gorgeous the scenery is, I can only focus on one thought in my mind. Eilonwy has not entered the room just yet, and the feast is about to begin any moment now. My naneth entered a few moments ago after she finished fixing Eilonwy's hair, but the alluring, flame haired elleth is no where in sight. My heart longs to see her, and I can scarcely imagine just how divine she will look when we are dancing and I am holding her in my arms.

"I know that look," my father says softly as he comes to stand next to me, his cool gaze assessing the crowd around us, and then he turns his head to look at me.

"I do not know what you mean, Ada," I tell him, mentally preparing myself for whatever speech he intends to give me.

"You have an idea in that head of yours," he says and raises his eyebrow as if daring for me to deny it, "And I think I know who it involves."

I sigh, caving. "You know me well," I say, "Tonight I intend to inform Eilonwy of my visions."

He is silent, and he looks out at the crowd of people dancing as a fast, upbeat tune whistles its way through the room.

"I am nervous to tell her," I admit reluctantly.

"And why is that, ion nin?"

"I am afraid that telling her of my visions will turn her away from me," I say, thinking of how unbearable it would be to lose her. Not a moment goes by that I do not think of her, and I have accepted that I am truly and purely in love with her. There are no doubts in my mind of the love I have for her, but of the love she has for me, there are many doubts brought into my mind by the bitterness of reality. Life is not easy as I thought it was when I was a child. I cannot whine and cry over something that I want in order to obtain it. Eilonwy is a person, a beautiful, bright, and positive lady that has a mind of her own. If she decides to not have me as her husband, thus changing my visions, then I will accept that. All I want is for her to be happy, even if it involves her finding another male to marry someday.

"Well, having visions of the future is most certainly uncommon," he says thoughtfully, "But, having a wife myself, I know that ladies tend to find such things very... romantic. You should not worry, Legolas."

I face my father, bringing my voice to a low tone. "Father, I wish for nothing other than to make her my wife someday. You know this," I say, "She has this idea in her head that you do not approve of her as my beloved. I have tried to convince her otherwise, but I have not truly succeeded."

My father's eyes widen slightly in surprise. "Why ever would she think such a ridiculous thing?"

I suppress a grin. "You can be quite intimidating. Remember how you felt when meeting Naneth's father? That is how Eilonwy feels. It is only natural to feel the need to impress the family of your beloved."

He straightens up, the surprise leaving his face as his kingly facade falls back over him like a thick blanket. "I certainly remember meeting your grandfather, so I will make a promise to you, my son," he says, "I will attempt to strengthen the relationship between myself and your future wife."

"Thank you, Ada," I say, trying to mask my immense relief. I knew that he liked Eilonwy, but it makes me feel more certain to hear him confirm it.

He grins, his eyes crinkling in the corners, and he clasps my shoulder firmly. "I am proud of you, Legolas. I do not tell you as often as I should. You are my son, and I love you. I always wish the best for you, and I believe Eilonwy is just that. Do not rush things with her. Love comes at the right time, in the right place, and in the right way. You cannot force it. Let love blossom between yourself and your lady. It is worth it in the end."

"Thank you," I say with true gratitude, "I love you, too, Ada."

He squeezes my shoulder, smiling one last time before releasing his hold on me as his eyes travel to something-or someone- behind me. "I will take my leave," he says and turns, walking away.

I turn to see a sight that I am sure I will remember for the rest of my long, immortal life. Eilonwy walks hesitantly through the crowd, people turning to look at her as she does so. The blue dress I gave her clings to the curves of her waist, the rest of the material flowing around her like the light blue currents in an ocean. Her hair falls in fiery curls down to her waist, the top half pinned up prettily. She smiles naturally as she takes in the scenery of the ballroom, and I would think she does not notice the eyes on her except that her fingers are clutching the material of her dress tightly in anxiousness. I notice the eyes that follow her: the jealousy shining in those of some of the women, the lust glazing over the eyes of most of the men. The others in the room never cease with their dancing or their conversations, only the people near Eilonwy notice her since she came in through the side door of the ballroom instead of the main door. I smile to myself. It is just like her to avoid having her entrance announced like the other guests did.

Her deep green eyes meet mine from across the room, and I watch her as she walks toward me, my heart racing in anticipation. Tonight is the night where I confess to her that I am in love with her, that there is no other lady in the entirety of Middle Earth who could make me as happy as she does just by being in the same room as me. There is no other that I wish to spend the rest of my life with, and I am beyond afraid to admit that to her. If she refuses me, I fear that I will fade.

"Legolas, this is amazing," she gushes as she stops in front of me. Her wide eyes flit about the room, taking in every single detail with awe, but my own eyes cannot be torn from her. I find it so hard to comprehend just how beautiful she is, and I always wonder if she even knows how gorgeous she is. Then again, I have met several ellith in my lifetime that knew exactly how pretty they were, and that fact reeked ruin upon their personalities, thus making them hideous in my opinion. I find it nearly impossible to find someone attractive when their personality is detestable.

"You look magnificent," I tell her, taking her hand and pulling her closer to me. I cannot tear my eyes from her, and her cheeks darken as I gaze at her.

"Thank you, Legolas," she says to me and then her voice drops lower, a mischievous spark twinkling in her eye, "You look dashing."

I raise my eyebrow at her, my veins flooding with heat at her compliment and her

alluring gaze. "If you stare at me in this way for any longer, I will kiss you right here in front of everyone," I tell her lowly.

She blushes all over again, and I stifle a laugh.

"Why are you two hiding out over here in the corner of the room?" I turn to see Elrohir walking toward us with a quirked eyebrow. Elladan follows closely behind, his gaze trained on Eilonwy which is a fact that agitates me slightly.

"We were trying to avoid trouble," I tell him jokingly, "But since the two of you just showed up, I guess we are not doing a very good job."

Elrohir's smirk never wavers; in fact, it seems to only grow at my jesting. "Indeed, you are not," he says before turning to look at Eilonwy, and I laugh as his eyes look as if they are about to pop out of his head, "Eilonwy, you look stunning." For some reason, it is funny to watch Elrohir's reaction, but watching the way Elladan is silently appraising her makes me uncharacteristically angry.

I turn to look at her myself, holding back a smirk as she blushes slightly, not meeting the gaze of the one complimenting her. "Thank you, Elrohir. You look nice, as well," she replies.

Elrohir's nose scrunches up in a faux offended expression. "Nice? That is it? I will have you know, my lady,that when the dancing begins tonight, the ladies will not be able to get enough of me," he says, crossing his arms and smirking once again.

Eilonwy looks at me fleetingly, an amused grin on her lips. "Surely not all of them?"

"All of them," he confirms matter-of-factly, "It happens at every feast. I never get a chance to breathe before I am pulled into another dance."

"What if the ladies get you confused with Elladan?" Eilonwy asks, and I choke on laughter.

Elrohir opens his mouth to answer, but then closes it and looks at his brother skeptically. "That is a very good point," he says and looks at Eilonwy again, "Except for the fact that Elladan does not dance."

"Never?" Eilonwy asks, and her expression makes me worry that she may follow in his footsteps and go back on her deal to dance with me.

"Never," Elrohir says with a satisfied nod, "He always politely refuses anyone who asks him for a dance."

Eilonwy smiles softly at Elladan who has remained silent throughout the entire conversation. "I respect your decision. I, honestly, do not wish to dance, but Legolas is planning to force me."

Elladan returns her smile, the tenderness in his silver eyes sending intense irritation through my mind, and I clench my jaw to keep from saying anything I will regret. "I appreciate your words. Even my own brother does not understand my actions," he says.

Elrohir snorts in a manner most unfit of a Lord of Rivendell. "We are twins. I know you better than you know yourself. There are plenty of lovely ladies in this room. Take your pick, brother," he says as he eyes the crowd around us.

"Forgive him," Elladan says to Eilonwy, "Elrohir has always been the least mature of the two of us. He has yet to learn proper manners."

"I know plenty on the subject of manners and pleasantries," Elrohir says simply.

"Hmm," is his brother's reply.

I turn to see the royal family of Gondor taking their seats at the head table, and I take Eilonwy's hand in mine, leading her to the table. I pull out her seat for her, and Elladan sits beside her on the right, his brother beside him. My father and mother sit to my left, and Glosseth and Gwilithon sit in front of Eilonwy and me.

Aragorn stands from his seat, the legs of the chair screeching against the marble floor causing the room to fall silent. Everyone's eyes turn to look at their king as he begins speaking, his loud, welcoming voice bouncing around the large ballroom.

"Welcome," he announces with a kind smile that reaches his wise, silver eyes, and he holds out his arms to emphasize his welcome, "My family and I feel more than blessed to have you all here today to celebrate the arrival of our newest family member, Prince Feyrith. I cannot express just how grateful I am. Hobbits, Men, Elves, Dwarves; all of you have traveled great distances to be here this week for the celebrations, and I wish you all a good time and visit here in my kingdom. Please, do not be shy. Throughout the night you are more than welcome to come and greet my family and the other royal guests we have here." He stops for a moment, and from knowing Aragorn so long, I can tell he is trying to make his speech short. He has always been a quiet man by nature. "Now," he says and claps his hands together once, "Let the feast begin."

The room becomes loud with buzzing voices as everyone moves to find a seat at one of the hundreds of tables in the massive ballroom. Servants scatter the room as they place trays of various types of food on the tables. Laughter and chatter fill my ears as I turn to look at Eilonwy whose gaze is already resting upon me. She smiles softly, looking a tad bit embarrassed to have been caught staring. She turns to look at the food in front of her, placing bread, grapes, and several other types of food on her plate, and I do the same.

I look up as Gwilithon speaks to Eilonwy, seeming to be having a hard time forming a coherent sentence as he looks at her. "Eilonwy," he says and swallows thickly, "I wish to apologize for my behavior earlier today."

She smiles kindly. "You did nothing wrong," she says with a light laugh.

He squirms slightly in his chair, looking much like a troublesome child rather than a grown ellon. "Well, I realize that I do not know you very well, and I was afraid that my teasing might offend you since you do not know me well, either," he replies. I stare at him suspiciously. It is rare for my brother to apologize, and I cannot help but wonder what made him do it.

"Gwilithon, you forget who made you realize your faults," my mother chides gently from beside me, and then I smile in understanding. Mother must have given him an earful on proper etiquette when speaking to ladies.

"I assure you, I did not take any offense from your jesting," Eilonwy says and laughs as she begins to speak again. "My own family-," she stops talking as she realizes what she is saying, and her smile disappears as she finishes quietly, "-well, you all remind me much of them."

I take her hand underneath the table where the others cannot see, and she turns to look at me, her smile slowly reappearing as she looks into my eyes. "You still plan on dancing with me, I hope?" I ask her in an attempt to change the subject of the conversation.

"Yes, Legolas," she says with a laugh, "You have mentioned it so many times tonight that I am sure you would drag me out to dance with you if I refused."

I grin as I look deeply into her forest green eyes. I find it insanely difficult to keep myself from kissing her or holding her close, which would be outrageously improper to do in front of such a crowd when we are not yet married. I know that even staring at her in the way that I am is enough to start gossip amongst the people in the room who watch all of the royals closely. The last thing I want is for Eilonwy to be subject to hateful gossip because of my weakness when it comes to her.

"I would have no scruples in dragging you out there to dance with me. I cannot help but be elated that you agreed to dance with me since you could have your fair share of other dance partners easily."

She frowned slightly at that before smiling mischieviously and whispering lowly, "I would have no one other than you."

"Legolas!" I reluctantly look away from Eilonwy to see Frodo sitting down beside my sister, "I have not had the chance to speak with you."

"It is wonderful to see you again, my friend," I tell him with a genuine smile, "You and the others should really visit Mirkwood soon. I have wished for your visit on many occasions, but you have never come."

He smiles sheepishly as he looks over at Sam and the others. "You know hobbits. It is a miracle that I was able to influence Sam's wife and children to accompany us," he says, "But I really do hope to visit Mirkwood soon."

"You are always welcome," I tell him warmly. I watch as his gaze travels to Eilonwy, her own gaze flitting about the table as she is lost in thought.

"I'm sorry, but I don't believe we have met," he says to her as she meets his gaze, "I'm Frodo Baggins. And you are?"

"Eilonwy is my name," she says, her eyes studying him curiously, "I am pleased to meet you, though I cannot deny that I already knew who you were when I first saw you. You are very brave for what you did."

Frodo smiles at her praise. "I couldn't have gotten far without my friends, but I thank you for your kind words."

The rest of the meal time goes by quickly with conversations firing back and forth around the table. At one point, I was almost certain that Eilonwy would not be able to eat one bite of her food because of Elladan's continuous chatter. It bothered me that she did not seem bored or unhappy at all as he droned on; in fact, she seemed very content with conversing with the young lord of Imladris and ignoring me. My jaw was clenched as I tried to hide my displeasure, but my mother's all-seeing gaze stayed rested on me knowingly. She seemed amused by my behavior, though I see no reason as to why I could be found amusing. I was angry throughout the meal, but once the music started up and people began to dance, I felt my spirits lift considerably.

Elwin, a young ellon who serves on the Rivendell Guard, approaches and asks my sister for a dance. She accepts and stands, casting a shy and embarrassed look toward Eilonwy and I, her cheeks uncharacteristically turning a light shade of pink. I watch as he leads her onto the dance floor, and I cannot help but hope for them to marry someday soon. Elwin is kind and noble, a good match for my sister, and it is obvious in the way that he looks at her that he loves her deeply. Glosseth tends to become shy around him, but I know that she loves him in return. All that is left is to wait for Elwin to propose. I wish earnestly for my sister's happiness.

I look away from the happy couple, my thoughts traveling back to the elleth sitting beside me. I open my mouth to ask Eilonwy to dance with me, but Elladan beats me to it.

"Would you do me the honor of dancing with me, Eilonwy?" Elladan asks her softly, his silver eyes ablaze with emotions, and I freeze in horror and surprise along with all of the others who heard him. As Elrohir said earlier, his twin brother never dances. He never asks someone to dance, and if he is asked, he refuses politely. I stare at him in complete shock along with my brother, my mother, and Elrohir.

I then remember how much Eilonwy detests being the center of attention, and I smirk to myself, positive that she will say 'no'. She glances at me fleetingly, as if apologizing silently, and I watch her nod and take his hand, following him out to the dance floor. I look at Elrohir to see him staring after his brother, his mouth gaping open in utter shock.

I lean back in my chair in disbelief, anger building up inside of me as I watch Elladan pull Eilonwy close to him, his hand low on her waist. He guides her through the dance-the dance that I taught her-and they both smile and laugh as they twirl around the other couples. I grip the arm of my chair so hard that I am sure it will snap any moment now. How could he do this to me? Everyone knows that Eilonwy and I are courting, and he knows of my visions. He told me himself back in Mirkwood before I left!

I am left only to glare at him as he claims Eilonwy in her very first dance.

"Aww, is poor little Legolas sad?" my brother says stupidly, and I kick him under the table. He yelps, his eyes wide as if I have gone mental. "I was just joking with you! Jeesh," he mumbles, deciding to go back to eating his food silently.

I do not understand my emotions at all. Elladan has always been a great friend of mine, but I become uncharacteristically angry when he is around Eilonwy. Behind the intense fury that I feel is a deep sorrow that slowly makes its way toward my heart. Watching the one that I love so easily dance with an ellon she barely knows hurts me deeply. Of course, it is just a dance, but Eilonwy told me herself that she was nervous to dance at the feast. I was excited to be able to lead her in her very first dance, to be able to star in such a memory that I was sure she would remember for a long time. But she looks so happy as she dances with Elladan, her expression not hinting a single drop of discomfort, and I feel myself only become angrier.

"Legolas, stop sulking," my mother says softly from beside me, "Eilonwy is a beautiful elleth. You should have been prepared for the other males who ask her for a dance."

I turn to her, once again clenching my jaw to hold back my anger. "But it is Elladan," I hiss under my breath, "You do not see the way he looks at her. He never dances, not after the death of Hithaeriel, and he knows how I feel about her yet he went and asked her anyway!"

My mother shakes her head in disapproval, her eyebrows furrowing. "You are acting childish. Elladan is onlydancing with her. I suggest you fix your attitude before they come back. Eilonwy will surely think badly of you if she sees you acting this way," she scolds quietly.

"You do not understand," I tell her impatiently, "Just look at them!"

My mother looks out at the crowd of dancing couples for a few moments before turning back to me with a stern look. "This is so unlike you, Legolas. Why are you being so rude? I have never in my life seen you act out of jealously. As I said before, they are just dancing. Eilonwy is not going to change her mind about her feelings for you after once dance with Elladan," she says, "Though she might change her mind if she sees you like this."

Jealousy. Now my uncontrollable emotions make sense. I desperately try to calm myself as I hear the music coming to an end. My mother is right-as usual. I cannot let these silly emotions ruin my night. I need to pull myself together before I tell Eilonwy of my visions. Oh, Eru, my confession! I internally groan. I had completely forgotten my nervousness after Elladan asked her to dance, but now it is coming back to me full force.

I watch as Elladan bows to Eilonwy before she begins to make her way back over to the table, and I struggle to rid myself of any anger or nervousness. She sits down beside me, immediately placing her hands on my own hand that rests on the arm of my chair. "I am sorry," she whispers to me, "I did not want to hurt his feelings by refusing him after the things Elrohir told us."

I take her hand in mine. "'Tis perfectly alright," I say, forcing the lie out of my mouth, "May I have this next dance?"

She smiles in relief and nods. "Yes, of course."

I stand, leading her out to where the other couples are. I place my hand on her hip, pulling her close to me to where our bodies are mere inches apart. I take her hand in my own as she places her other hand on my chest. As the slow, romantic music weaves its way through all of the couples, I feel all of the emotions that I always do when I am with her rush back to me.

"I am happy to be dancing with you," she whispers to me softly, her lips brushing my ear slightly, and I struggle to keep my mind focused on dancing, "I can tell that you are upset. Please forgive me for dancing with Elladan. I wanted my first dance to be with you, but even though this is my second, it is more important to me."

I unthinkingly pull her even closer to me, not caring about the eyes watching us. "I know," I say with a sigh, "I am not upset with you. I will admit that I was angry with Elladan, but I am not anymore. You mean so much to me, Eilonwy, and seeing him holding you so closely made me extremely... jealous." I hated admitting it. It made me feel petty and stupid. Jealousy is a horrid feeling, and I wish I never felt it.

I pulled back slightly to look at Eilonwy. She smiles lightly in amusement. "I would be horrifyingly jealous if you danced with another lady, so I understand how you feel," she says softly, her voice like a sweet melody to my ears, "I will have you know that no other male in this room could come close to gaining the amount of affection that I have for you."

I stare into her eyes longingly, wanting to tell her just how much I love her. "Eilonwy, there is something that I must tell you," I say as the music comes to a slow stop, "Let us go someplace quieter."

I take her hand in mine and lead her through the hundreds of people in the room. Once we reach the side door she came in through earlier, I open it, leading us into a dark hallway. With each step I grow more nervous to confess, and I attempt to remember all the things I said to her in the vision I had several months ago of my confession. I lead us through twisting hallways until we come to the door leading out into the garden. I open it and step out into the cool night breeze, turning to look at Eilonwy as we walk through the flowers and sculpted stone archways. Fireflies glow around us as we walk, and I find it impossible to look away from the angel beside me. The light from lit torches hanging on the stone archways washes over her ethereally, causing her eyes to sparkle. Her skin looks invitingly soft in the light, and I try not to think too hard on that particular thought since I am already having to reign in my self control.

We finally come to a small clearing in the garden where a wooden swing hangs from a thick branch of a Lairelossë tree. Eilonwy sits down on the swing, and I push her softly as I think of a way to begin this conversation. I stand there for a few moments, attempting to summon my courage. Fighting Uruk Hai? Easy. Confessing my love to Eilonwy? I am sure dying is less terrifying.

I am startled from my thoughts as Eilonwy begins speaking. "This garden is so beautiful. It reminds me of my mother's garden on Earth. She was very connected to nature and loved her flowers very much. When I was small, I thought she must have had magical powers that helped her keep her flowers so beautiful, and in a way, she did. She had immense patience and love, and these qualities, when extremely strong, are much the same as magic," she says, her voice sounding slightly forlorn, "And my brother had a swing like this that my father made for him. It was tied up from a thick branch in this huge oak tree we had in our backyard. I used to push him on it when we were little, but he fell out of it a lot and got bruised up." She laughs brightly at the memory. "I always enjoyed sitting on the swing and reading one of my favorite books- I usually read this book that was famous in my world called Pride & Prejudice. When I think back on the happy times we all shared together before I got cancer, I cannot help but wish I could relive those memories."

Her words sadden me, and I selfishly fear that she desires to go back to her world where she grew up. If that would make her happy, then I would let her go, but it would not be easy. "I am sure they miss you," I tell her softly.

She nods and twists around slightly to look up at me. "I miss them, also, but I would not change anything that happened. I cannot think of a life without you in it. If I never came here, if I never died, I would go on living and eventually realize that a part of me was missing, but I would never be able to find that part because it is here," she says, her tone dropping to barely a whisper, "It is you."

Her words cling to my skin like the refreshing mist does when I take early morning strolls in Mirkwood, and suddenly I feel like I am home. Hearing her confess such things causes my heart to beat faster in my chest, and my words become stuck in my throat for a moment as I try to speak. I step around the swing so that I am facing her, and I take her hand for the thousandth time today, pulling her to her feet.

I look into her eyes for a moment before I am able to speak. "Eilonwy," her name rolls off of my lips in a whisper, "I have something to confess."

She nods hesitantly, looking a little afraid of what I might say.

"Four years ago, I began having visions of the future. Every night when I go to sleep, I have a new vision. All these years, I have never had the same vision twice, and not a single night has passed where I did not have one," I say, and her eyes widen in wonder, "The visions are always of the same person, and they feel incrediblyreal."

"Who are they of?" she asks.

I exhale slowly. "They are of you," I tell her softly.

Her eyebrows furrow as she gasps slightly. "Me? Why?"

"Until you came to Middle Earth, I never knew your name. Galadriel came to me in a dream and showed me you in Lothlorien, and she told me your name. That is why I visited. I know all of this sounds insane, but I promise it is true. My family, along with all of the other royals here, know of my visions."

"What happens in the visions? Is something bad going to happen to me?" she asks worriedly.

I smile, brushing my fingers across her cheek softly. "No. Nothing is going to hurt you."

"I do not understand," she says, shaking her head slightly.

"The visions have always been of you and me. As I said before, they feel very real, like memories except they are even stronger. Through these visions, I fell in love with you without ever meeting you and without even knowing if you were real," I say, "But here you are." I smile as the last sentence leaves my lips. She is here, and I could not be any happier as I stand here confessing my love to her.

I watch as her eyes become glossy, filling with tears. "You fell in love with me?"

"Yes," I say, feeling my own eyes begin to burn as I look at her, "I love you. With all of my heart."

A tear falls down her cheek, and I wipe it away softly. "Legolas," she sniffles, "You will never know how happy I am to hear you say such a thing. I love you, too."

Warmth surges through my veins, my soul, my heart as I pull her to me, kissing her with an intense passion I never knew I possessed. I hold her body to mine tightly as she kisses me back with equal fervor. I feel the crystal tears flowing down her cheeks, and I wrap my arms around her in a warm embrace. Our kiss is filled with unspoken promises of love and devotion, and I know in this moment, without any doubts, that I will never leave her side for the rest of my life. The stars that shine on us are witnesses of the love we share for one another, and a cool breeze wraps us in its comforting arms.

I cannot help but wonder how long such peace and utter happiness can last.

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elvish translations:

mellon nin- my friend

ion nin- my son

naneth- mother

ellon- male elf (plural- ellyn)

elleth- female elf (plural- ellith)

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A/N: Sorry for the wait, but this is one of the longest chapters I have ever written for this story! A whole 12 pages! Hope it reaches y'all's expectations. Please comment; I love hearing what y'all have to say! I love y'all sooo much, and I will see you next chapter! <3

Love,

{Josie}