This is kind of a Lord of the Rings thing, but with Legolas's point of view. Sort of. Though I have read the books (and loved them very very much) this is going to be based off the movies. There will be some sorta Hobbit, just a warning. I do not own the books, J.R.R. Tolkien does; I do not own the movies, Peter Jackson does.

"Go north Legolas, there you will meet a young ranger. His father, Arathorn, was a good man; his son could be even greater."

"What is his name, Ada?"

"That you must figure out for yourself, though some call him Strider."

Legolas turned to leave, but more of his father's words stopped him.

"Your mother loved you, Legolas." Thranduil said, "She loved you more than life."

Legolas sat awake while the others slept. Elves did not need rest like other creatures, they took some when they were sick or hurt, but more than that was unnecessary. Legolas could hear the loud snoring of Gimli, the soft breath of Samwise, the quiet sleep talk of Merry and Pippin. Gandalf was muttering something as he slept and Aragorn just simply stayed still. Frodo, however, stirred.

"Why do you wake, half-ling?" Legolas asked softly.

"Many dreams have haunted me since the carrying of the ring." Frodo replied shortly, but not rudely. "Do elves ever have dreams, Legolas?"

"Yes, but they rarely ever sleep. Much like dreams, though, we have visions when we are fully awake."

"I don't understand." Frodo frowned.

"It's almost like a daze, I suppose. We're caught in a place and can't will ourselves to get out." Legolas looked down to see Frodo's curly brown head.

"Oh. When I sleep I only see a great fiery eye. It never closes, never moves, never goes away." Frodo's voice was shaky.

"It's the Eye of Sauron, Frodo. It senses that the ring is with you. It will never go away until the ring gets destroyed." Legolas smiled grimly.

"Why did you come Legolas?" Frodo looked into Legolas's blue-grey eyes.

"Because I to take my mind off of my love. She loved another, you see, but the other died. I knew she could never love me, so I left. She is in the Grey Havens now."

"Who did she love?"

"A dwarf."

"Really?" Frodo raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, Kili, the last descendant of Durin. Ask Gimli, he'll know of him." Legolas stared at the ground.

"How did he die?"

"Bolg killed him. I was too late. Maybe if I would have killed Bolg, Tauriel would be happy. I suppose we all have our regrets."

"Tauriel? Is that her name?"

"Yes Frodo, now sleep, you need your rest."

Legolas sat there as Frodo slept soundly beside him. He missed Tauriel immensely. He missed her fiery temper, and her warm smile. He needed her love so badly, but he knew he could never get it.