~Legolas P.O.V.~

    I stand in one corner of the room, trying my best to become invisible. Balls are always dreadful for me. I would much rather be out at the practice fields or patrolling the forest of Mirkwood. I can only take so many ridiculous, wanton young elleth trying their best to capture my attention. If only they would take the hint that I honestly cannot stand them nor do I find them attractive in the slightest. They only care about my title as prince of Mirkwood. They care nothing about me or my feelings. It seems as if no one does anymore. People treat me as if I have no feelings or emotions or a brain to think with. Afterall, I am just a prince. Nothing more.

    Normally I do not pay any attention to who comes into the room, but when the door opens this time, my eyes are immediately drawn, as if by fate, to the figure who enters. An elleth walks hesitantly into the room, her small and graceful figure catching my attention instantly. I push myself off of the wall that I was leaning against and take a couple of steps forward out of instinct. My gaze is glued to the mysterious elleth, and I cannot bring myself to look away from her. A weird yet extremely pleasant feeling buzzes throughout my body.

    Her fiery red hair falls into luxurious curls down her back, and small braids are weaved into the soft-looking tresses. Her floor-length gown is a gorgeous emerald green color that goes perfectly with her porcelain skin. She wears a matching green mask which has black and green feathers and milky-white pearls adorning it. My heart clenches painfully in my chest, wishing that I could see her face.

    I watch her intently as she makes her way through the massive crowd of elves, her head bowed as if she is trying to not be noticed. Jealousy overcomes me for a moment as I see several ellon turning to watch her as she walks, and I begin to slowly push my way through the crowd. I have to get to her. I need to know who she is.

    My eyes never leave her as I make my way towards her, not even when a few elleth try to stop me in my tracks and flirt shamelessly. I only push past them and continue my trek towards her. I attempt to control my emotions as I walk so that I do not scare her away when I finally reach her, but I find it impossible to get the overwhelming passion and love I have for this female, this stranger, out of my heart. I do not understand these strange and overwhelming feelings. All I know is that I must get to her. Nothing will be right if I do not reach her.

    She is only a few feet away now, and her back is facing me. She stops walking as if she feels the strange, magnetic force that is pulling us together. I stop as I reach her. She is close enough for me to touch her, for me to smell the sweet scent that emanates from her skin. My mind feels fuzzy, and I find it hard to concentrate in her presence. I want to say something to her, anything, but I cannot find the words to say. My throat is excessively dry and my heart is pounding in my chest. Never in my entire immortal life have I felt this way about a woman, let alone a stranger.

    My heart stops in my chest for a moment as she turns around slowly to face me. Her head is lowered as she stares at the small amount of marble floor that is between our feet. She is shy.

    A smile makes its way to my lips as I stare adoringly at her. She is shy! I find that to be completely irresistible, and I fight the immense urge to take her into my arms right here in the middle of this crowded ball room. My eyes analyse the only feature I can see of her face that is not covered by her mask. Her lips. They are small, pink, and soft-looking, and the desire to feel them on mine is unbearable.

I clear my throat to prepare to speak to her, but I never get a chance to open my mouth because she suddenly begins to move. She moves her head from looking at the ground, and her eyes slowly move up my figure until her gaze meets mine. My breath catches in my throat as her eyes look deeply into mine. Her eyes are a brilliant, shining emerald green color that matches the color of her dress. I am close enough to her to see the golden flecks of color that swim in the deep pools of green. She looks at me in such a way that has pure and raw passion pumping through my veins and causing my heart to beat so fast that I am afraid it will explode. All thoughts of what I was going to say have completely vanished, and I am left staring dumbly at her.

A small, innocent smile pulls at her lips as she continues to look into my eyes. Her hands come up to clasp each other, and she entwines her fingers nervously. She blinks her eyes a few times, her eyelashes framing her wide, radiant eyes perfectly, and I swallow hard. How can a woman affect me so greatly?

She looks down for a moment in shyness, and for a moment I am afraid that I have made her uncomfortable from the way I have been staring at her. After a few moments, her gaze then sweeps up and meets mine again. Her sweet, silky lips open slightly as she begins to speak, and my eyes widen when I hear her sweet, angelic voice whisper to me.

"Legolas," she says, and her voice seems to echo in my mind, "Wait for me."

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        My eyelids shoot open, and I immediately close them once more when the sunlight from my bedroom window streams inside and blinds me momentarily. I sigh in disappointment, realizing that it was only another vision.

        This elleth, this beautiful and amazing elleth, is the star of my dreams every single night. I do not know who she is, nor do I know her name. All I know is that I am completely in love with her. I know it sounds absolutely crazy, but it is true. I have had dreams--visions--of her every single night for the past three, almost four, years. The dreams are different every night, and each one feels just as real as the last. I am positive that these dreams are visions of the future because they are different than regular dreams. I feel every emotion, every touch, as if what is happening in the dream is actually happening in reality.

        In some of the dreams, like the one I just had, the mysterious elleth and I are strangers, yet I feel as if I have known her forever and love her with all of my heart. Then, in other dreams, we are married. I would prefer to not go into detail about those dreams. All I'll say is that those are the dreams I wish more than anything were real. Feeling her skin on mine and the intense love and passion I have for her is overwhelming and absolutely breathtaking.

        I have spoken of the dreams several times to my adar, thinking that he would give me the answers I need, but he only smiles with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and tells me that I will soon find out the answers to my questions.

        Will I ever meet her? Will I ever find her, my soulmate? I turn over in my bed, pulling the blankets up to my shoulders. I sigh in frustration.  I close my eyes, hoping to fall asleep once more in order to dream of her again, but a knock on my door dashes my hopes.

        "Prince Legolas," the voice of a servant comes from the other side of the door, "King Thranduil requests for your presence at breakfast this morning."

        I sigh and roll my eyes in an un-princely manner. "I will be there. Thank you for informing me," I say as I quickly get out of bed and walk over to my dresser.

        "Anything for you, my prince," the servant says politely, and I hear her footsteps as she walks away.

        I quickly dress and make my way down to the dining hall, all the while feeling disappointed that I wasn't able to experience another vision. I trudge down the winding hallways, not caring enough to try to hide my disappointment. Why do I have to go through this torture? No one else that I know of has had this happen to them.

        I reach the doors to the dining hall and open them. My family looks up as I enter, and their conversations stop abruptly upon seeing me. I put on a smile as I make my way to my chair, hoping to convince them that there is nothing wrong.

        My father is King Thranduil of Mirkwood and my mother is Queen Nithroel. I am Prince Legolas, my brother is Prince Gwilithon, and my sister is Princess Glosseth. All of us inherited our parent's blonde hair and blue eyes. Well, all of us except for Gwilithon. He has chestnut brown hair and dark green eyes that remind me of the color of moss. Glosseth is known as one of the most beautiful elleth in Middle Earth. Her hair is the color of snow, hence her name meaning "Snow white", and her eyes are the most beautiful shade of icy blue. I always wonder how she is not married yet.

        My mother smiles brightly as her bright blues eyes rest upon me, "Legolas, how are you feeling this morning, ion nin?"

        I take a bite of my delicious breakfast and swallow it before answering her. "I am well, Naneth," I say politely before changing the topic, "Tell me, when are Lord Elrond and Lady Celebrain going to arrive?"

        My father answers before my mother can. "Tomorrow, I suppose. You never know what incidents could delay them," he then smirks and gives me a sideways glance as he sips from his wine goblet, "Why are you so anxious?"

        I raise an eyebrow at him. "Lord Elrond may be able to give me the answers I need about my visions, like if this elleth is even real or if I will ever even meet her," I say to him, not deterred by his suggestive tone.

        He chuckles deeply, "I am only teasing you, Legolas." He sets down his goblet of wine and stares at me pointedly. "I have already told you that the dreams are real. Have patience and faith that everything will work out."

        I nod and continue to eat, feeling better after hearing what my father had to say.

        My sister Glosseth, who is sitting by my side, lays one of her petite and delicate hands on my shoulder. "I have a feeling that your lady will show up soon, brother. I cannot wait to meet her," she says with a smile, honesty swimming in her icy blue eyes, "I bet she is even more beautiful than you have described."

        I give her a small smile, "You had that same feeling three years ago when the visions first started." Her smile fades to a look of sadness as she removes her hand from my shoulder and looks down at her plate in thought. Her golden blonde hair falls forward to cover her face from view, and I immediately feel bad and continue by saying, "But I'm sure you are right this time. And of course she is more beautiful than I have described. You know that I am not very eloquent with my words." She looks at me and smiles, and I know that I am forgiven.

        My brother Gwilithon laughs loudly at my statement, and I glare at him. "You have no right to laugh. You are no better than I am. You are the one who is too afraid to ask Maelel to dance at feasts and balls," I say and laugh heartily as he blushes slightly.

        "That's not true! I am not too afraid to ask her! I just do not want her to think me a buffoon if I do something embarrassing, like start stuttering," he retorts, his dark green eyes wide in defiance.

        I roll my eyes and laugh, "That counts as being afraid to ask her, Gwilithon."

        He only glares at me, knowing that I am right.

        My father chuckles, "Alright, alright, you two need to stop acting like elflings and finish eating. If Lord Elrond and his wife do arrive tomorrow, then we need to start making preparations for their visit." He stands from his chair and strides to the door, his long robes dragging the marble floor behind him. He opens the door and exits the room. The large oak door closes with a thud, leaving the rest of us to finish our breakfast.

        For the rest of the day, all I can think about is Glosseth's words. I, also, have a feeling that the mysterious elleth from my dreams is going to show up soon. I can only hope that my instincts are correct. I cannot bear the pain of not having her with me any longer.

        I have to find her, wherever she may be.

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