First of all I'd like to say THANK YOU ALL VERY MUCH! For all the positive and AMAZING help/comments on the last book (Which by the way is The Secret Life of Emma Johnson, you know, in case you were wondering). I love you all very much, especially HermioneWP, who acctually kept me writing the other book, otherwise I would not have bothered to finish it, so please, please, PLEASE, go check out her stories, they're AMAZING! Here's the sequel as promised! Please leave a comment below and I'll try to update as quickly as possible!

Best wishes.

Sphinxy

Chapter 1

Emma sighed.

It had been a year since it happened and she was still unconvinced that it was a dream.

She'd gone to Ellie's party apparently looking slightly troubled and had screamed quite loudly when a small spider had crossed the table. She hadn't told anyone about what had happened (they'd have thought her mad!) and she was still trying to assure herself that it hadn't actually happened.

It can't have happened.

But it had been so vivid.

The palace, the dance, the spiders. Even Legolas had seemed so real.

His face, so gentle and warming, his lips, so soft and gentle, and his eyes. His ice blue eyes.

It was the same night it had happened, only a year later. Emma had even put on the same dress she had worn last time, styled her hair the same and applied the same make up.

She paused with her hand on the bathroom door like she had last time, the tension rising, and she pushed it open, slowly, steadily, dramatically.

But he was not there.

She sighed and sat down on her bed. That was where she had woken up.

But rather than being near the edge of the bed (like what you'd expect from someone who had fallen asleep quite suddenly), she was in its dead center, like she had been placed there.

Face it¸ she thought to herself, He's not coming back, he's a fictional character.

She got up and made her was downstairs. After pulling on her jacket and slipping on her shoes, she made her way outside. She started the engine of her jag, and drove to Ellie's house.

This time, rather than going to a restaurant, Ellie was having a lavish garden party and had invited loads of guys. Maybe I could pick up a guy myself, take my mind off him.

She was there in a matter of minutes, and even from in the car, she could tell the atmosphere was buzzing. She could hear laughter and chattering as she stepped outside.

"Emma!"

She looked up.

Ellie was stood on the doorstep of her three story mansion and she had her arms outstretched.

Emma shut her car door and headed over to where Ellie was stood. She gave her a quick hug before handing over a box, wrapped with elaborately patterned wrapping paper.

"Oh my god, thank you!" Ellie squealed as she took the gift from Emma's hands.

"Come on!" Ellie said, "Chloe's already here!"

She lead her through the house and into the back garden. It was over decorated and had just around every type of bunting hung from every corner of the garden.

Chloe was stood talking to Robert (Her current boyfriend, although she'd probably have a new one by the end of the week) and when she saw Emma she let out a small squeak of delight.

"You're here at last!" She yelled over the music and threw her arms around her.

Just then an announcement sounded over the pulsing beat.

"Ok ladies and gentlemen, grab yourself a partner and head to the dance floor, because we're about to play you some slow and steady dance music! Guys, it's time to show your girls just how good you waltz is!"

A slow and ballroom-like music started to play and Chloe dragged Robert onto the dance floor and someone took Ellie off too, leaving Emma alone by the tables of food.

She took a glass of wine from a tray as one of the 'butlers' came past and sipped it as she watched all of the dancing couples.

She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, but something caught her eye.

Or should I say someone.

A man with long-ish blonde hair was stood at the end of the row of tables. He was dressed more casually than the other guys, his jacket open, showing a crisp white shirt.

Emma was sure she recognize his face, but lost sense of everything when she caught his eye.

They were blue.

Ice blue.

He stepped towards her and smiled.

"May I have this dance?" He asked with an ancient charm she didn't recognize.

"Of course," She said, taking his outstretched hand.

He led her to the dance floor and placed her hand on his shoulder, before placing his own on her waist. They started to sway to the music, but then he spun her round and they started to twist and turn, weaving in and out of each other.

The other couples started to turn and watch the two in their complex, yet elegant dance and son enough, they were the only people still twirling.

Then the music slowed to a stop and he held her in a finishing pose, his face inches from hers.

He smiled and whispered one word.

"Come."

Then he released her all apart from her hand and led her away from the dance floor as applause sounded all around them.

He took her to the bottom of the acre garden and she looked up into his eyes.

"Where are you taking me?" Emma asked.

"Home," Was all he said.

A bird flew past her and she turned in time to see it rise into the sky.

When she looked back to the guy holding her hand she let out a small gasp.

"It's been a long time, Lady Aéneth," Legolas said.