Hello, my fellow human beings. I hope you have all been faring well since I have last posted an update. I cannot promise to update on a scheduled basis as I so desperately wish I could. My spirit is just to free to tie myself down to something. I hope you all can understand this. I have such high hopes for this story as well as my other works. Let us all hope that I can finish this one for you all. Without any more of my needless words, here is the next chapter. As per usual, I own nothing but that of my own creation.

Enjoy.

The feel of the rain against her chilled skin helped ease the burning pain of truth. She could not deny the fact that Legolas was correct in his actions against her, nor could she anger over the hurt in Thranduil's eyes. They were right. She allowed this evil to fester, and did nothing to stop it.

Now the question remains of how she would bring a stop to this. There was not much she could do at this point, and this fact weighed heavily upon her heart. Her heart once filled with joy blackened for centuries to be melted free of its gunk is a painful process, one this being could feel right now. Her heart started to thump wildly in her chest, painfully pushing against her sternum.

It felt as if her world was crashing down from the inside out. Though she knew she could not let these events dictate her world and control the forward motion she wished to enact.

The storm plundered the landscape, almost blacking out the vision of the elves within Mirkwood.

"Mirkwood," she sneered to herself.

A light came on in her eyes and a determination could be seen filling her lithe frame. She knew what she had to do.

A strength gathered within and you could see the power swell in her form. Suddenly every being in Arda was at her mercy and she knew all of the fear they felt. She would right her wrongs, and would begin this quest of good by righting the act that started it all.

"I cannot bring your Queen back my dear elves of Mirkwood, and for that I shall pay my respects in the only way that is known to me. You shall have your Greenwood returned, doubled in strength and glory. This I promise you," was what she pushed into the minds of every elf that resided in this kingdom.

Thranduil stilled his motions at hearing her soft voice spoken in his mind, and watched on with widened eyes as the rest of his kin paused to do the same. He knew she was up to something, and in an immense amount of pain while doing so. He worried greatly for his long lost friend, and with this thought he ran to the nearest opening and dashed as close to his cities borders as his guards would safely allow.

He joined his kin and watched on with amazement as the trees around them grew in size and height. Smiles and laughter sprang around him as the dark presence slowly etched itself away with each foot that the trees grew. Their hearts filled with joy and hope once more.

"Legolas," he called, "find her."

Legolas was already heading through the gates and into the growing forest.

Some distance away, a soft sound drew his attention, and he paused once he reached the clearing he sensed her to be in. The rain had stopped in the area surrounding her, and yet he could not find it in himself to stop his pursuit to quench his curiosity of the creature before him.

"Son of Thranduil, you should not have come, you will not wish to see this darkness. As it would seem, you are here and therefore I will not allow harm to come to you."

She was right he should not have come. Spiders by the dozen came into her clearing and stood at the ready, as if waiting for direction. Orcs by the hundreds filed in afterwards. If he was right in his assumptions, the entirety of darkness that filled Mirkwood now resided in this single clearing, still continuing around them the trees grew to heights that began to dwindle those of the golden wood.

It was hard for his attention to remain on the growing trees when this creature before him has drawn out so many vile beings.

"I do not wish to kill these living beings, for no matter how dark their hearts may be they too deserve a chance to live their lives. Legolas, please take my hand," she begged allowing her eyes to meet the stunned pair on the Prince, "I know your father sent you, so now I'll protect you from the events that are about to play out."

"I cannot rid the world of darkness, my dear prince, but I can give you back the glory of land your people deserve after I so rudely stole it from them."

"What are you doing?" Legolas finally voiced out.

She smiled and turned her attention back to the dark army before her. "Creatures of darkness, I bid you farewell, and welcome you to your new home in the center of Arda. You shall pray on your darkness and leave those in the light to live in life. Come, walk down this tunnel until you've reached the center and live your lives happily there." With that being said a cavern appeared right out of the ground, growing and molding into shape. "Here lies the entrance to darkness, wary those who enter for you shall never return. Evil will be allowed to grow within its own world without tainting the lives around it. Separated you shall be for all eternity. I am Arda so make it be."

A trance filled all of the creature's surrounding them and one by one they marched into the cave without looking back. "Legolas, son of Thranduil. Bring this message to your kin. All who enter your wood without the heart of good will become entangled to a destiny of joining those living now and forever below; Greenwood is once more, and will forever be protected from darkness. Your lands now prosper more so than any land ever would or could. This is the only way into this new realm I have created for the darkness that plagued your wood, may your people guard it fiercely."

"Will you not return with me my lady?"

"I cannot return. The pain in my heart for what I have caused is too great. I must take the darkness I've allowed to grow back home. This is a task I cannot burden others with, for it is my burden alone. You yourself would not welcome me for this atrocity, which was made clear by your actions in the throne room."

"Forgive me, my lady. You have gained greatness from my view because of this gift you have given us. Your past is forgiven by my accord. Will you forgive me for my actions acted out earlier?"

"I never held them against you. You had every right to act as you did."

"Though you will still not return?"

"Aye. I cannot. Not yet."

She was stunned silent as Legolas engulfed her small form within his arms, crushing her to his form with his arms gathered around her, one cupping her neck and holding her head against his chest and the other gently wrapped around her back pressing her into his form. Then as quickly as he hugged her he stepped away, but not before placing a delicate kiss against her flushed tear stricken cheeks.

He knew what had happened at this point and he could not allow his father to find out. His heart had finally picked his match and she was so far beyond his reach. She ignited a curiosity within his bones that has never before existed, and then she became the target of his rage resulting from the darkness that surrounded his home. Only for her to right her mistakes so beautifully, and to capture his heart suddenly and fully. Arda was calling to him, and he could not bare for her to see the truth of his heart in his eyes so he kept them glued to the trees that surrounded them.

He started to shake in uncontrollable emotion, yet perfectly stilled when he felt her place her hand against his structured cheek to guide his gaze towards hers. When his eyes connected with hers all else failed to matter to him as peace engulfed his being with her touch.

"I will return to you Legolas. It happened upon me as quickly as you fell into the realization. Though I never suspected such, I am not one to question the will of the Valar, and neither should you or Thranduil."

A small smiled played out against her features, one that matched the growing smile on Legolas's face. "Fear not, my prince," and then a small kiss was placed upon his lips.

Lightening quick fire shot through the pair's veins as a bond was sparked to life at the meeting of their lips. A fire so hot and a fire that burned so fiercely through both Arda and Legolas filled them up entirely.

She could not stop the moan of pleasure from escaping past her lips while his continued to massage against hers so lightly. Her moan caused him to react automatically and pull her against him once more, clutching onto her tightly until they were forced to separate to breathe in the air their kissing deprived them of.

"There will not be a day that will go by that you are not on my mind from here unto the end of eternity." Legolas placed his forehead against her, and held her closer to his form as he muttered these words of affection to the beauty before him.

"As I shall of you, too, my prince."

Curious isn't it? I believed this to be a Thranduil romance fiction and then all of a sudden I realized that there was another adventure awaiting to be heard.

What do you think of this piece thus far? I am starting to believe that this is my best creation to the date, and I hope to continue making such wondrous progress.

Thank you all so much for you time.

Have a wondrous time.

DEF