Summary: This couldn’t be right. It can’t be right. Of all the dreams that I have dreamt, this one sure does feel real to me however, this is no dream. Following, what I thought wasn’t real, the fellowship to save middle-Earth I start to understand my journey and theirs.

Chapter 1: A dream too real. 1
Chapter 2: Wandering. 4
Chapter 3: The fate of Middle-Earth.11
Chapter 4: Two months of waiting.17
Chapter 5: Long nights and a cold reality check.23
Chapter 6: A riddle of Starlight and of Moonlight.
Chapter 7: The World of Dwarves.
Chapter 8: The last stand of Gandalf.
Chapter 9: Lothlorien.
Chapter 10: The Mirror of Truth.

Chapter 11:
Chapter 12:
Chapter 13:
Chapter 14:
Chapter 15;
Chapter 16:
Chapter 17:
Chapter 18:
Chapter 19:
Chapter 20:

Story is beta by Natalya, thanks hon for doing this!

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Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.

Chapter 1: A dream too real.
Katherin was looking for her daughter Amy. When she found her in the old library of the Castle that they visited often. Amy was reading an old worn tattered leather bind book. The old silver stars and leaves were faded, probably from the weather, how much the owner used it and who was taking care of it.

“Amy, you need to come home, you have house work to do,” Her mother told her.

“I know mom however this journal is one where I think you need to read for your self,” she replied, handing over the book very carefully.

“Alright, but after we are done reading this, you need to clean the house.” Her mother stated and started to read at the beginning; as the ink was bright and dark as if it was just been written not a few days old.

“My journey began with me slowly waking up in a strange and foreign landscape. Opening my eyes and seeing pale gray clouds passing above me with branches of thorny hedges. I shivered from the damp coldness of the early morning and little did I know that someone was approaching near me.

The breeze that blew in made it that much colder. The sound of horse hooves drawing caused me to sit up and since I had nowhere to hide save the thorny bushes, I was quickly on my bare feet which against the cold ground felt as if they were freezing.

Making sure that I had some clothes on, I looked down and blushed at my boy shorts and pale blue silk cami.

‘Great way to meet someone,’ I thought scolding myself.

Now I did not know if this person was an enemy or friend so when I felt someone pull me back down to the ground and placed his hand over my mouth, I just about fainted from shock.

“Shhh,” my captor whispered to me.

Not too far from us, a rider in black or cloaked rider hissed before galloping off with the speed of a race horse, fast, urgent, and harsh. When my captor had gotten my attention again, I listened.

“Do you promise not to scream or yell when I let go of your mouth? I promise not to harm you, if you do not harm me or let the enemy know where we are?” he asked of me.

‘Let’s see what choices that I have, oh that’s right I have none!’ I bitterly thought to myself.

I nodded so he gently lowered his hand and when we slowly got out of the thorny bushes, I finally looked at who was holding my mouth shut. Tall he was, taller then I and I am average when it comes to women’s height, long golden hair that it probably look soft as it looked and with these stunning bright blue eyes.

His eyes alone were drawing me, but I blinked and finally snapped out of it and then looked him over. He was wearing black shoes with matching leggings, a long green tunic, and a dark brown cloak that covered most of what he was wearing. Thinking that I was in the festival that was hosting the Lord of the Rings, I thought it was a good costume.

“Who was that uh…person?” I asked him, looking back over my shoulder with some fear.

“One of the servants of the enemy,” he replied gravely to me.

“‘Servant of the enemy?’” I repeated his words, skeptical as I looked back at him.

His eyes looked at my own for a moment before they lowered at my sleep wear and then said “Come, you must be chilled wearing such an outfit.”

Not realizing that my arms were tucked under my breasts and shivering badly, I just nodded to him, shrugging off the comment on what I wear to bed. I get that all the time when ever my friends come over and we have a sleepover. Smiling at those times I then started to get homesick for whatever reason.

When I felt something gently slip over my head I blushed when I looked up into this man’s eyes, before he was walking ahead of me. For some time we walked like this and we didn’t say anything to one another nor speak what we were thinking. The silence of just waking up was nice since it always puts me in a better mood; I am not a morning person.

After we walked for some time, we came into a clearing and I saw four other tall men. Their hair was long and dark, their eyes were either a deep gray or blue, and they were just an inch shorter than the blond. Their costumes almost matched the blonde one and so far I felt almost at home with what they were wearing.

“Who are you?” one of them asked me, fingering his bow.

Keeping my eyes on him, I answered “I am Nadia. Somehow my friends thought it would be funny to play this prank on me, so if you know Ashlee, Jennie or Isabel can you please tell them that the joke is over?”

All of them had an expression of confusion and bewilderment as they then looked at Blondie who had the exact same expression.

“Milady, we are not acquainted with any of those names nor are we part of any 'joke' or ‘prank’.” Blondie stated to me.

For whatever reason, I started to laugh; it started out good until I realized that I was the only one that was doing it, and I shamefully started to let it die down and blushed some.

“Well do you know the contest for the Lord of the Rings Festival?” I then asked them.

Their eyes widened at first and then narrowed with hated so I took a step backwards and gulped. Taking it I said something wrong to make them be on the defensive, I looked at Blondie and then looked back at them hoping that I didn’t mean to say that to them.

“I am sorry for whatever I said to cause you to be so defensive,” I told them, hoping that that would work.

“Do you know the enemy? Is that why one of his servants was near by? Legolas kill her now that way the enemy won’t know this spy!” one of dark hair males told him.

Not thinking on his name so much, I looked back at Legolas, pleading with my eyes that I didn’t mean to say that and also pleaded for him not to kill me.

“Legolas can you please convince your friends that I wasn’t the one who drew that horseman near you, your friends or myself? If I wanted to fight that horseman don't you think I would have a weapon or be dressed a bit better for the occasion?” I worriedly exclaimed to him.

He didn't say anything and my hope faded quickly and a cold tear slowly trailed my face. However, when his finger wiped the tear away I somehow felt a spark of warmth from this small action though it didn't make me feel any better.

“No, I shall not slay you for I know that it was not you that the horseman was drawn too. However how do you know of the enemy?” he stated calmly to me.

Closing my eyes with flooding relief I whispered “I read about it, like every one else has,”

“Then you know who I am?” he asked of me.

‘Legolas… wait just a damn minute. Lord of the Rings, hello Nadia, this character was from those books! But everyone dresses up as Legolas at these festivals right? But then again, why would a festival is held all the way out in the plains?’ I questioned myself over and over of all the evidence

Needing to find out more on this, I opened my eye and glanced up at him, his bright blue eyes bore into my hazel green eyes. Looking past them with some difficultly I saw his ear. Following the shape until I could not see the top of it, I gently reached up and pushed away some of the hair that was obstructing my view.

As my eyes widen with shock I had to know if they were actually real or fake. So I traced the ear lobe and then suddenly gave a quick soft tug on it.

“OW! That hurt,” he exclaimed, moving away from me.

I had to inhale deeply because the shock of all of this was starting to become too overwhelming. Then his friends moved towards us just as my vision started to grow dark and I don't know or remember anything else.

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Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.

Author's Note: Half of this chapter is beta by Natalya, please be aware of this.

Please leave a review when you are finished, thank you.
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Chapter 2: Wandering.
When I woke up it was night. The room was dark with shadows jumping out at you in hidden dark places, while the city that I was in seemed to glow without any help from a candle or a fire place. Even though that it was odd to me, I know that it wasn’t for the elves.

‘Wait elves? You must have hit your head on something, Nadia,’ I scolded myself.

But the more that I looked around the room that I was in, the more I started to remember what happened. Out in a strange landscape, a horseman was near, meeting Legolas and his companions.

My eyes then looked down at the bed that I was currently lying in, I didn’t noticed that I was even in one as the softness from the mattress, while the pillows around me were keeping me warm. Sighing softly, I pulled back the covers and then I noticed that I was no longer in my boy shorts and cami.

The powder blue night gown looked stunning. Putting my legs over the edge of the bed, I soon stood up and felt a little light headed but it went away.

I saw the wardrobe and slowly walked over to it, my feet may be warm for now but I wanted some kind of slippers for them. Gently pulling the doors towards me, I saw nothing in the dark. No gowns or dresses or even pants! Confused on this, I searched in the way back of it, as I found some slippers and gently put them on.

After I closed the doors I walked over to my door and gently twisted the brass handle and pulled it. The dark hall way looked empty of any one as that gave me little comfort. Walking out of the room with the door slightly shut, I wandered down, and the warm night air felt like a blanket around me.

I walked down until I came across a fork in the road. Choosing the right corridor, I walked down it, until I came into what looked like a library. My eyes slowly did a sweep around the large room. Old books were shelved, and some where in this room I felt warmth that of a fire.

I took a step forward and weaving through the columns of the book shelves, I came across some steps that led me down to the lowly lit fire. My eyes searched for some pile of wood on either side of this fireplace however I didn’t find any.

“Lady Nadia,” I heard a soft voice from behind me.

I knew I was caught, weather I wanted it to or something by a higher force, I turned around and when I saw a dark hair deep dark blue maiden. Her dress was a pale pastel green while her beauty was shadowed by the darkness of the night however I guessed who she might be and then I saw some thick cut logs for the fireplace.

“Yes?” I replied, unsure of what she really wanted with me.

“You should be in bed, not here up and about.” She stated concern of my health.

“I am sorry. I am just curious of where I am,” I told her, still looking her dress over.

“You do not have to apologize about that, anyone who was rushed in here by the Prince of Thranduil and being treated by my father, it is expected from you to wander around Rivendell.” She explained to me.

“Legolas brought me here? And this is Rivendell?” I asked her, looking around the room once again.

“Yes, Lady Nadia.” She replied, walking over to me and put a couple logs onto the dying fire.

Poking at it, it once again was roaring and giving some comfort around this room.

“I take it that you are Lady Arwen, Daughter of Lord Elrond?” I asked her, I looked over at her.

Her eyes locked with mine and then nodded, I saw a small table with small book out in her native writing; Elvish. The curiosity was too much of a temptation to look at the book, however I had glanced over the head of the fireplace and there was a very detailed painting.

The painting held one person in its canvas and I guessed that it was the mother of Arwen and her older brothers and the wife of Lord Elrond. Breath taking she was, her pale fair skin seem to glow some how with the fire light. Her deep blue eyes held warmth and you could easily approach her whenever you please.

Seeing the portrait of Lady Arwen’s mother, my heart ached for my own.

“Lady Nadia?” Lady Arwen asked me, concern for me.

The breath was knocked out of me, as if I was just been punched in my lower torsos, my legs went numb before turning to jelly when I sat down hard on the couch. Stinging tears swelled up as then I fought my hardest for them not to spill over, however they did so when then I started to quietly sob. My mother and I were very close to one another, we were best friends in our relationship of that between a mother and a daughter.

My breathing was in short rasps as I had to inhale sharply before fresh tears spilled over and trickled down my face. When I felt soft slender arms gently pulling me into an embrace, I complied and cried into Lady Arwen. It would seem that all of my crying would then led me to a very uneasy sleep, as I didn’t mean to fall asleep on Lady Arwen, it just felt safe enough to do so.

When I woke up the next day, I found it was day and the sun was just starting to shine its rays into the room, which I first woke up in. With the reminder of last night, the day already seemed gray, when then I sat up in the bed and hugged my knees to my chin. I felt all alone and vulnerable within Rivendell.

My throat then started to tighten with thoughts of my mother racing through my already troubled mind. Swallowing softly seemed too easy it but the soreness would attack with a vengeance.

“May be some water will help,” I heard a voice besides me.

Frightened, I looked up to my left and I saw who I guessed was Lord Elrond, he looked a bit younger but never older then the age of a mid forty young man. His hand was near me to take the glass of water which I did. Drinking slowly the water it wonderful works to my sore throat however it did nothing to the sadness that dwelled in my heart.

“Arwen told me of your venture to the library, Nadia,” He stated to me.

Pondering more on last night I forced myself to look away from Lord Elrond, from not spilling any more tears for wanting to see my mother again. At that point I didn’t care if Sauron had the Ring, Middle-earth buckling at its knees to him for his rule, all I wanted at that point in time was to go back to my own time and seeing her more then anything.

In haling deeply to calm my troubled emotions and to ease the headache that was vastly approaching, I drank some more water. Even though it was morning, I wasn’t hungry for breakfast when I saw the tray full of food. Even though Lord Elrond was silent, I knew he was observing me very closely.

“If you want to have some time your self, you can stay in here or you may explore the gardens that are nearest to your room. I will send my daughter to check up on you when Lunch is ready. Though, the Prince of Thranduil is terribly worried about you, after he learned how you reacted last night, Lady Nadia.” Lord Elrond stated to me, before he got up and quietly walked out of the room.

Holding the cup in my hands while thoughts and memories passed over my mind, I heavily sighed and soon moved under the covers while setting the cup on the chair. I then made my bed before I walked over to where I then noticed my new dress. I stopped just short of it when a hidden archway was then discovered before me.

It must have led to a bathroom because of all of sudden I had to use it. In the large windowless room, I saw the same kind of steps that were used in the library as they were used in this large bathroom. Leading down into a very large bath tub, which must have been mid waist.

Beside the tub, sat not only a towel, but also some bottles that I guessed were filled with soap and incents of different flowers to use for my bath. I glanced over my shoulder before I pulled off my night gown while I walked down the steps and surprisingly the water wasn’t that cold.

After I bathed I soon dried my self and slipped on my dark hunter green dress. Beautiful as it was I buckled my belt on my lower hips, that had beads and small river stones that were from the falls that surrounded Rivendell.

While my hair was air drying naturally, I walked out of my room and instead of walking straight ahead of me, I looked to my right and saw another corridor that I didn’t see last night. My legs just started to walk down the corridor until I saw a worn out beaten trail.

Following it without a second thought or anything of the sort, I was surrounded by bushes and the hanging branches of tall trees over head. Seeing salmon berries that were an orange to bright red color, I picked a couple and popped them into my mouth. I smiled with delight of the sweet taste, as I remembered eating these when I was a kid out in the country.

I continue to walk along the trail, picking salmon berries here and there, when the trail started to narrow by the bushes themselves. Curiosity set in me and when I walked through the bushes; their thorns and sticky leaves clung onto me like cotton balls. After I got through that, I then came into this huge clearing.

Some unknown but beautiful flowers were in a neat little bed while the soft hum of the waterfall made the most perfect soft background noise. The trees that must have been twenty years old or older were here and there, while the sunlight shined through their leaves. My breath was taken away, however I just looked at the ground. My mom did not like keeping up on her gardens but, she sure did love the flowers that bloomed every spring and summer time.

I walked away from the waterfall until my eyes came upon a bench. It was well hidden by the weeping willow tree’s large branches. I sat down on it, letting the waterfall and the rustle of the leaves just let me forget where I was and what I was feeling at the present time. Closing my eyes softly, I heard the birds begin to chirp and fly about the branches of their homes.

I must have fallen asleep or something because when I felt soft hands gently shaking my left shoulder, I slowly opened my blurry eyes. When they came into focus I saw Lady Arwen was hovering above me, while her beautiful deep blue eyes held concern for me.

“Lady Nadia, it is lunch time,” she stated to me.

Nodding to her, I slowly sat up and stretched my arms above my head and heard them crack in four different places through out them. I felt much better after that, even though my emotional state was still gloomy.

“Where will we eat?” I asked her, my eyes drifted over to the waterfall.

“In the dining hall, that is where most of our meals are kept,” She replied to me.

Not saying anything else to her, I didn’t want to leave this secret place just yet. Apart of me wanted to stay here, even though that it was impossible, I gently stood up and followed Lady Arwen out of my secret garden.

We didn’t speak at all, we didn’t need too, and Lady Arwen understood what I was going through since she lost her mother in death. I guess that was why I broke down in front of her, because she had been through the pain and longing to see her again but then again, so had Legolas.

Speaking of that elf, my eyes looked around me when we got to the main stone walk path. Lady Arwen gently hook her arm around my own and we just slowly walked down the corridor, we took many turns that I never would remember as then we came into this grand hall.

I guessed that this was the Dining hall as many Rivendell elves were chatting away softly over their lunches. It surprised me to see dwarves here as well as five small children.

“Those are the hobbits that came here just two days ago,” Arwen whispered to me.

“Hobbits,” I whispered to myself, remembering some of the story that Tolkien wrote about.

“The dwarves are here as well, some men from the north and south. My father will be holding a meeting with all of them in six days time.” Arwen then whispered to me.

“Where is Legolas?” I asked her, searching for either his kindred or himself.

“He won’t be dining here today, he has some duties to do first, however as the days go by he will join you. For now let’s eat,” she answered me.

I sighed softly but followed her to a table that was crowded with her people and I do have to say I was getting strange looks from them. Keeping my mouth shut and just nibbling on some fruit, I wasn’t that hungry at all.

A couple days went by before I found myself drawn to my secret garden with a journal, ink bottle and a quill; I then started to write what has been going on so far. Having my back to the trail that I was sitting on the bench was a wrong idea. A shadow was covering my book and fear struck me as I gasped and jumped to my feet when I saw him standing perfectly still and stunned at my reaction of him.

“Legolas, what are you doing here?” I asked him, my heart pounding wildly.

“I did not mean to frighten you so, Lady Nadia. I just came here to see if you were alright and was wondering if you wanted to dine with me for Lunch?” he replied, his blue eyes looking over me.

Today I was wearing a bright golden yellow dress that had long wide dipping sleeves and the neckline was cut into a square as I had another beaded belt on. Softly the breeze played with my brunette hair, having locks of it gently twirling about my face.

Legolas soon was walking towards me, his eyes looking at how my dress clung to me like a second skin. Blushing at this, my eyes lowered to the ground. His finger gently pulled some of my hair behind my right ear and that was when I looked up at him. Forgetting so easily and so quickly that he was taller than I, my eyes looked up at his.

He soon enough stepped away holding out his arm for me. Wondering what he could be up too, I gently took it after I swiftly put the small ink bottle, with the journal and quill in my other arm.

“I heard from two different sources that you were worried about me?” I asked him, looking ahead of me.

“Yes, I am,” he replied to me.

“Wait, you’re still worried about how I am reacting to Rivendell?” I asked, stopped on the path way.

“Yes, Lady Nadia,” He answered me.

“I am getting use to this place I guess, but I still miss my mom,” I honestly told him.

“Everyone needs to leave home sooner or later,” he softly replied, it didn’t make me feel any better but he didn’t understand what I just got myself into.

“Let’s go to lunch, Legolas,” I told him before walking a head of him.

As we made our way up to the main stone walk path, my thoughts gloomy as they were staid on my mom. I don’t know if I will ever let those thoughts go and try to move on. For the present time though, I lingered in them to remember what all of what she has taught me and with that it brought me some peace within myself but not completely.

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Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.

Chapter Notes: Not yet beta by Natalya.

Chapter 3: The fate of Middle-Earth.
With each day that passed, I slowly was forgetting who I was. Who my friends were, and the technical end of my life was slipping faster with each passing minute. Forgetting what a radio is and what it actually does. What a phone is as well as a Television. Certain days of the month that were importance to me but now they were just another day of the month.

I was spending most of my time in the Library with either Lady Arwen or Legolas. The days were getting wetter and colder. Even though during meal times, most of the elves have been eyeing me, they are good people to be around. With the dwarves however, they are a little difficult to understand since they take pride in where they come from. Short tempered is what I came to when I watched one of their people was speaking to an elf.

Lord Elrond and Gandalf were soon beside them before a fight broke out between the two races. How I met Gandalf was when I was looking for a good book to read in the library since it was raining outside. By accident I stepped back from the shelf that I was looking at and stepped back into him. He looked at me for some time before he said his goodbyes and hurriedly walked off.

Legolas and Lady Arwen have told me that something was troubling Gandalf, since his arrival was well over due. In my fading memory, something was digging at me since it was the 25th of October. I couldn’t figure it out when I was pacing around in front of the hearth of the fireplace.

“You will soon ware the rug out if you keep on doing that, Milady,” I heard Legolas state to me.

“I am sorry, but something is eating at my memory and I can’t figure out why. It’s driving me crazy,” I answered him, looking at his outfit.

It was the same outfit that he wore when we met over a month ago. Confused on why he would wear this today was attacking my memory like the plague.

“Are you feeling well, Lady Nadia?” he softly asked me.

“Yeah, just wondering why you are wearing the outfit that we met over a month ago?” I replied, dragging my eyes to look up into his overly concern eyes.

“I can not answer your question, milady. I am sorry,” he whispered regretfully to me.

Wondering what was up and just nodding to me with disappointment, I softly walked away from him to find a good book to read. Lady Arwen has been doing her best to teach me the language of her race and what letters were what in the common tongue.

My favorite books for the mean time were Beren and Luthien, the first age and strangely enough the adventures of the mortal man named Strider kept on grabbing my attention. Sensing that Legolas was standing behind me, I slowly turned around from the shelf and looked into his eyes.

“Please forgive me, nin gles (my joy),” he whispered.

“What does nin gles mean?” I asked him, forgiving him with a soft smile.

Smirking at me, he just bowed and when I felt my right hand in his, very softly his lips brushed against the inside of my wrist and left me breathless. When he turned down a corridor, I slowly walked over to the couch and wondered what just happened between Legolas and me.

“What has troubled you so?” Lady Arwen asked me, sitting down next to me.

“Something happened between Legolas and me,” I hazily replied, trying to get my brain working again.

“What was it that he said to you?” she asked me.

“It wasn’t what he said, Arwen, it was his action when he left me,” I told her, finally getting my mind to work again.

Lady Arwen looked alarmed for whatever reason, but I swiftly told her how Legolas bowed to me, before he gently brushed his soft velvet pale cherry lips against the inside of my wrist.

“Not to alarm you, Lady Nadia, he was just only being nice to you,” she replied to me, choosing her words carefully.

Looking at her I then asked “What do you mean? I know that he is a Prince-”

“That is supposed to be in engaged after what goes on today,” she softly cut in.

I felt numb for whatever reason and even more so I felt goose bumps racing all over my arms. Crossing them and holding them close to my chest, I stood up and slowly was pacing in front of the fireplace.

“Why didn’t he say anything about this to me?” I asked her.

“I do believe that he didn’t want to hurt the friendship that has grown over the month that you have been here,” she thoughtfully replied to me.

I didn’t say anything else, before I continued to pace around the room even though it was nice sunny day, I wanted to forget what I just heard about Legolas. Without meaning to be so rude to Lady Arwen, I left the library.

I couldn’t understand why my emotions were tasseled about when I thought over Arwen’s words. Turning down the path that led to my garden, I felt as if it didn’t please me any more but I walked down it anyway.

In my haste to get away for a while, I wasn’t looking where exactly I was going; I then tripped over a fairly earthed root to a very old tree. I fell to the ground but I slowly got up dusting some of the dirt off of my dress. The fall didn’t hurt although it woke me up a bit.

My eyes looked down the path that I was on and sighed, they wandered over the trees and then I found an old forgotten walking path. The adventurous and curiosity couldn’t be dubbed down, I forced back the salmon berry and huckleberry bushes back as the soft moss was comfortable under my boots.

I followed this old forgotten path until I stopped when I heard voices. The voices seem to belong to men, and then my memory finally informed me that this is the Council of Elrond. Listening closely to the story of how the Ring was forged and then forgotten when Isildur died in an ambush by Orcs near a river, I staid completely still and barely breathing lightly.

Slowly, as all of the tales of how the Ring was lost for so many years, I was falling asleep in the nice bushes near the Council. I didn’t realize that someone else was near by, listening just like I was, but concern about his master. I would not know his name until later, much later, in the darkness of the night and the welcoming pale sun rays of the new day.

When I heard Legolas cry out on his tale, I swear my bones jumped under my skin when I woke up. Breathing deeply to calm my racing panicked heart, I forced myself to think of something pleasant and peaceful. However when I saw the small child; golden blonde hair with blue hazel eyes, he put his index finger to his lips in a shushing matter and I nodded slowly to him.

The softness of Leoglas’s voice sent small chills down my back, however when the words of Lady Arwen saying that he was engaged after today, they died just as quickly as they surfaced. After Legolas fell silent, I then heard some of the elves that I first encountered, speaking to one another in their native tongues. When I heard my name from one of them, said my name I staid completely still and held my breath.

Whether Legolas knew I was not that far from him, staid facing the council, while when some argument broke out from the other side of the council, his friends turned to face me?

“What are you doing here? You’re not supposed to be here, maiden,” one of them whispered harshly to me.

Ignoring him I started to breath softly again, listening to what else was being said.

“I will take it! I will take it.” I heard a young man announce.

A gasp came from behind me, almost forgetting that the child was there, I looked behind me as he then sprang forth with protest.

“Heh! Mr. Frodo is not goin’ anywhere without me!” I heard him say to everyone.

“No indeed, it is hardly possible to separate you even when he is summoned to a secret council and you are not.” I heard Lord Elrond reply to him.

“And I do believe, Miss Nadia, that you should too as well should come out of hiding,” I heard Gandalf softly spoke to me.

Blushing deeply, I did not move, save for when I looked up at Legolas looking at me, I had no choice but to get up from my hiding spot and walk into the council meeting. I stared at my feet with great fascination as I knew that I was blushing so deeply.

“You were listening in just like this hobbit was!” I heard someone yell at me.

Not looking at him, I took an incentive step backwards. I never really liked arguing with someone or someone arguing with another person. My eyes slowly lifted and before me were a tall broad shoulder man, his eyes a light with fury and I did not know what to say to him as fear gripped my heart.

“Leave her be, Boromir son of Denethor. Just like Samwise, she wanted to know of what has been going on, although she wasn’t allowed to be here, so hold you’re tongue with your anger.” I heard Gandalf speak to him.

All around me were men, elves, dwarves and some hobbits. At once my eyes caught Aragorn’s and then looking at Lord Elrond for some kind of dismissal of this place, I never got it. The man Boromir soon walked over to his seat and sat down but it did very little to calm my troubled emotions.

“Who are you?” I heard one of the dwarves ask me.

Sighing softly I turned my gaze to this old dwarf and strongly replied “I am Nadia, I have been here in Rivendell for a month,”

“I have heard your name among the elves that have dined here, finding you out in the forest with nothing to wear and being brought here because you were ill.” Boromir harshly stated to me.

Looking over at him, my anger was slowly being brought to the surface however I wasn’t going to let him have the upper hand on this.

“Watch your tongue, Boromir!” Gandalf snapped at him.

Confused on why Gandalf would protect me like this, I wasn’t the only one either while Lord Elrond, Aragorn, and Samwise were looking at him.

“Why should I-”

“When you know nothing about her coming to Middle-earth for a purpose! She is a seer and knows what may happen,” Gandalf stated, turning to look at me.

“A seer?” I asked him, confused on how he came to this conclusion.

“Yes, you know events that may happen in the future of the Ring,” he answered me.

Everyone soon enough took their seats while Sam stood by his master and I was alone standing in the middle of the tired council. Legolas had wide eyes when I looked over at him despite the knowledge that I knew of him. Shifting my gaze to the ground, I knew that Gandalf was right in away.

“You know of what might happen to the Ring? Let alone the Fellowship members?” Lord Elrond softly asked me.

I didn’t answer right away, trying to think of my answer and of how this would end.

“In some ways I do, but it’s foggy for me to even think of it,” I whispered to him.

My worries were growing, breathing deeply to calm them; I closed my eyes for a bit.

“Then tell us, Seer, what will-”

“Boromir, enough!” Aragorn spoke up.

“Why shouldn’t she tell us something of the future of our fate?” He asked Aragorn.

“Can you not see that she is frightened by being pushed in this position? You can not will her to tell you what may come of you in this journey!” Aragorn argued back.

Opening my eyes I tighten my jaw for saying what may come of him, however I couldn’t do that, not now. When I felt a small hand clasp my finger I turned behind me to look at Sam, his master and an older hobbit.

“Do you really know the future?” Sam’s mater asked of me.

“Yes,” I whispered to him.

He looked fair with dark curly hair with stunning deep blue eyes. He was skinny come pare to Sam but wasn’t starving to death, he looked so sure about something that I didn’t know. Then like before I came here, his name came to me, Frodo Baggins. My gaze gently rested on the elder Hobbit and guessed that his name was Bilbo Baggins.

“She has no choice but to come with us, Master Elrond,” I heard Gandalf say to him.

“Let me speak with her alone, with Legolas,” Lord Elrond replied as then everyone was dismissed.

Everyone soon enough stood up and walked slowly away from the council. Frodo staid behind for a bit.

“Can you tell me how this will end?” he asked me.

Blinking my eyes for a bit I then softly replied “I am sorry, Frodo Baggins of the Shire, but I can not tell you that. You will have to figure that one on your own, I am terribly sorry,”

He looked crest fallen as he then nodded to me before his uncle and Sam gently walked him away from me. Tucking my lower lip into my teeth, I gently nibbled on it before I walked forward and almost thrown myself into the empty chair.

“You are worried, why nin gles (my joy)?” Legolas asked me.

‘Thanks for the damn reminder that you are betrothed to someone else, Legolas.’ I bitterly thought.

“I am not worried, my Prince. I am just simply stressed for being the center focus of the council meeting,” I growled at him, closing my eyes.

Confused by my anger, Legolas was about to speak about it when Lord Elrond interfered.

“Let her be, Legolas,” he told him.

Disappointed by this, Legolas just nodded and staid where he was.

“I will need you to send messages through out the lands, with your guards, and report back to your father if you can.” Lord Elrond began, “Nai, Nadia isto tó le a no- vesta. (be it that, Nadia has knowledge that you to be wed.) Keep that in mind when you return back here to Rivendell,”

When I heard my name, I opened my eyes and looked at the two of them, wondering what Lord Elrond told Legolas as his eyes then grew wide for a moment then bowed to him and walked away.

Getting up from my seat I feared of Legolas’s reaction to Lord Elrond’s words, however he stopped me for going after Legolas.

“Nadia, please follow me to my privet room, for I need to speak with you on some important matters.” Lord Elrond gently spoke to me.

I had no choice but to follow Lord Elrond to his privet room, all the while my anger seemed to dwindle down with the concern of Legolas.

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Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.

Chapter 4: Two months of waiting.
After that privet talk with Lord Elrond and Gandalf about what might happen to the fellowship let alone the fate of Middle-earth; I couldn’t remember at all was what I told them. I knew that something was stirring within Boromir and I told them so as Gandalf then looked concerned about this. I couldn’t tell Lord Elrond and Gandalf everything that I barely remember. It was like trying to remember a very sacred dream that you always wish to dream again. Never showing, but knowing that you had once dreamt in its secret places.

I barely got to say goodbye to Legolas, for he departed Rivendell the next morning. When I heard this from Lady Arwen I was quiet and withdrew myself from everyone. All I wanted to say to Legolas son of Thranduil was that I was sorry, but the secret behind his actions kept me bitterly angry.

Bitterly angry to the point of forgiving Legolas altogether. I gazed into the flickering flames of the fireplace of the library, since the days were a little too cold to be out in for far too long. Writing down my confused emotions of and about Legolas, it did very little for my troubled mind and soul.

The more that I was engulfed by the elves and their culture; the more I was slowly starting to forget who I was and where I came from. But one subject kept me hopeful was the dreams and images of remembrance of my mother. The subject didn’t bring me sadness anymore, except that one day I hope to see her again.

Even though that she was a good person to go to and be friends with, Lady Arwen was over concern about me. I couldn’t blame her about this, since she was a bit angry at her father sending Legolas away so soon and then she was angry with Legolas for not telling me the truth.

Sensing her before she even walked out of the columns of shelves, I knew she was here.

“Lady Arwen, what would you like to discuss with me?” I asked her from the couch that I was laying on.

“You are more becoming like my kin, Nadia.” She greeted me with a smile.

“Yes, I am.” I replied, looking at her.

“He will come back, do not worry Nadia,” she then told me.

“I just wish I could do something without giving his position away, since we all know his mission.” I replied, then starring up at the ceiling.

“You could always write to his father’s guard, since he was with Legolas when he found you in the fields,” Lady Arwen suggested to me.

“I thought he was with Legolas?” I asked her, turning my gaze back to her.

“No, he went back to Mirkwood and before Legolas comes back to Rivendell, he has to go speak with his father on some issues.” She answered me.

“What are you not telling me?” I asked her, knotting that she wasn’t telling me the truth.

She gently sighed before she carefully worded her answer to me.

“He needs to speak with his father about the fate of Middle-earth that is all I know of, Nadia.” She told me, before she got up from her chair and left me be.

Something was up and I knew it, however her suggestion to write to Legolas’s father’s guard bugged me until I sat up and reached for some scrolls and my quill. I couldn’t put my finger on it when I started to write out Legolas name, I thought it fit better then his guard’s name, which I didn’t even know.

So I started to write letters to Legolas though I never sent them anywhere, except at the bottom of my night stand draw. Yeah someday when Legolas and I are on better speaking levels; I can show them to him, just not right now.

As the days slowly crossed into weeks, I was beginning to think that may be nothing was going on with the messengers. Nothing of it at all when I started to look for Lady Arwen for some company. Yes the hobbits were funny with their stories of the Shire and of Hobbiton as well as the stories told by Gimli and his father Gloin.

Being female, it is only natural to seek out others of our own gender, when men don’t understand what we may be feeling at the moment.

“How do you do this when Strider is gone for long lengths at a time?” I asked her, when I finally found her in the empty dining hall.

Her blue eyes looked at me when she didn’t say anything at all. For a moment I felt like I crossed that line with her, when it came to her love of Aragorn.

“I try not to think of missing him so much and know that someday soon, I will see him again. But just between you and me, Nadia, what are your true emotions for Legolas? I know that you have been writing letters to him, just not sending them for him to read what you are really thinking and feeling at the moment,” she answered me, studying me for a moment.

I didn’t know how to answer her question since I myself didn’t know it, taking a seat near her I just thought on it.

“I don’t honestly know, Arwen.” I whispered to her.

“Tell me what you think about him, not what you feel towards him since you are confused on that,” she stated to me, making it easier for me in away.

Smiling at the image that came into my mind I started to talk about Legolas.

“Like all elves, including your self Arwen, that he knows what I am feeling at the moment. In some ways like you do, but only out of friendship between you and I. I feel protected when he is near me and that nothing could ever harm me. He’s-”

“Forgive me, Lady Arwen and Lady Nadia, for interrupting the two of you, but I have a letter to be given to Lady Nadia from the Prince of Mirkwood,” this tall messenger elf told us.

I was shocked and glanced over to Arwen who nodded to the messenger elf. Gently I took the letter from this elf as he then bowed and walked over to one of the other tables to get something to eat.

Opening the envelope I took the letter out of it and started to read it but I could since it was written in his native language.

“Arwen, I need your help to read what he wrote to me,” I asked of her, handing over the letter to her.

She remained silent for some time until she mentioned me to follow her out of the dining hall. I got up from my seat and followed her out, down the hall a bit and halted in the Council meeting area.

“What Legolas wrote is quite shocking, Nadia. I will translate it for you, but beware of how shocking his decision came to be,” she warned to me.

Swallowing softly I waited for her to start reading the letter into the common tongue.

“My dear Joy,

Please forgive me on the information that you have heard from Lady Arwen, I should have spoken of this matter to you almost at once. My joy I know that you are angry with me leaving you so soon, but please understand the urgency of the fate of Middle-earth. I will fight dying to protect what holds dear to me, and that includes your safety.

I have spoken to my father about my engagement to Lady Artuile. I can not tell you in this simple letter, when I get back I would like to speak with you at once on this remaining matter. Please do not give up on me, my joy.

Prince Legolas of Thranduil and of Mirkwood.”

Arwen was right on the fact that I may be shocked from what he wrote, I had to sit down since my legs went surprisingly numb. She sat next to me, her worried blue eyes searched my face and eyes for any type of emotion besides utter shock.

“I broke up his engagement with that lady from the blue mountains.” I whispered my thought a loud.

“Do not think of such things, Nadia. He said that he still wishes to speak with you when he arrives back here. The only question left is will you reply to him?” she reassured me.

Looking out at the council meeting sun dial, I knew what I had to do and when I looked at Arwen, I knew I would need her help with this idea of mine.

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I was in the library sleeping with a book resting against my stomach, as it has become my safe haven from the others bothering me or just wanting to be by myself.

“Nin gles (My joy),” I heard someone whisper against my ear.

Snuggling more into the person, I didn’t wake up when I then felt small slow circles rubbing in my lower back.

“Echuivo-nin gles (Awaken, my joy),” I heard Legolas gently whisper into my ear.

“Baw (No),” I sleepily answered him.

Chuckling at my answer he then whispered “But you have too, nin gles (my joy),”

I opened my eyes and when I saw Legolas starring back at me while he held a soft smile, my brain was a little slow to understand what was going on. When my brain woke up a bit more I sat up and then stood, starring at him.

“Ná-ilqua mai, nin gles (Is everything well, my joy?)” he asked me as he sat up and stood as well.

“You lied to me,” I whispered to him.

I could see Legolas expression change from concern to sadness and then something that I couldn’t read his emotion. Was it disappointment that he held in his dark blue eyes?

“I was going to tell you-”

“When? When were you going to tell me that you were engaged, Legolas?!?” I interrupted him; my anger that was bitterly deeply buried raised its ugly head within me.

Silence followed this, I knew he was hurt by this but I had to know and if I had to wait then so be it. His eyes looked down before then roamed my body, feeling more agitated by this, I crossed my arms in front of my chest and tapped my foot.

“I was going to tell you before I left, Lady Nadia,” he told me, his eyes locking with my own.

“Before you left? After you kept leading me on?” I asked him, trying figure this situation out.

“I was not,” he growled at me.

“Oh then please tell me why you keep saying ‘my joy’ to me? And earlier you were rubbing circles in my lower back; only lovers do these kinds of actions Legolas.” I snapped back at him.

“I am sorry for causing you so much trouble, Lady Nadia,” He whispered to me, bowing before he turned and walked out of the library.

My heart raced with fear, I hoped that it wouldn’t come to this, before I quietly walked after him and when I came to the corridor it was empty. Knowing that I shouldn’t have yelled and argued with Legolas on the fact that he should have told me the truth, a single cold tear gingerly trickled down my face. I turned around and slowly made my way back to the library, knowing that I would not go back to sleep on this cold November night.

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Legolas, Prince of Mirkwood.