Chapter 6

For several days I galloped across the land, hardly ever stopping to rest either myself or my horse. Surprisingly, my steed held up well.

As I entered the stables at Rivendell, I saw Arwen.

"Arwen!" I called. She looked in my direction, and in an instant took in the scene.

She ran toward me.

"What happened? Who are you? Are you from the army of Lothlórien? Why is Legolas hurt?" I raised my hand to stop the flow of questions.

"My name is Miluiel. I am the daughter of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn. I was at the battle of Helm's Deep. Legolas was shot with an arrow. Obviously I have removed it, but he is still unconscious. Only your father can help him now."

We took Legolas to the House of Healing. Elrond took one look at him and asked that Arwen and I both leave the room while he worked. We did as he asked.

The two of us meandered around the courtyards of Rivendell. I told my story to Arwen, and she told me about her life with Aragorn. Through her words, I saw a different side of Aragorn than the annoying, perverted friend I knew. I could understand how Arwen loved him, and what they saw in each other.

Elrond came back soon. "He is still unconscious, but I think he is out of danger. You are welcome to visit him."

I ran to his room and sat in the chair next to his bed. I held his hand, and held back my tears as I stared at his pale, handsome face. I willed with all my heart for him to get better, and I stayed by his bedside for three days straight, with no sleep. One morning, I was nodding off, when I heard a soft stirring sound, so quiet I could barely hear it. My head shot up and I looked over at Legolas.

He was turning in his sleep, a thin sheen of sweat visible on his skin. He whispered something, so quiet I could barely hear it.

"Miluiel. I must talk to her before I die," he whispered.

"No! No, this isn't happening!" I shout, grasping his arm. Then an idea entered my mind. I shakily took the small gold leaf pendant from under his tunic. I carefully put my immortality into it. I could feel my life force ebbing away, until I was half conscious. Through the shadows, I could see Legolas open his eyes. Then everything went black.

When I opened my eyes, I saw a blurred image of Legolas looking at me. I woke up, and I was lying on the bed, my right hand over his heart. I tried to stand up quickly, but I stumbled. I collapsed on my bed, looking up and Legolas, who was standing.

"I thought I was dying, but then I felt like I was reborn, my strength renewed. Do you know what happened?" Legolas asked.

"You have to promise not to get mad," I said.

"Fine," Legolas said. "I promise I won't get mad."

"Well, um, I sort of gave you my immortality…" I murmured. I looked up at him. He was standing there, a soulful expression in his eyes. I stood up, and everything seemed to be duller and darker.

"What is happening?" I ask in bewilderment. I walk carefully over to Legolas. He catches my arm and pulls me close. Arwen and Elrond burst in, to see how Legolas was doing. When he saw me, Elrond stared wide eyed in astonishment, guessing what had happened.

"No," he whispered. He walked over to me and sat me down on the bed. "Only the Lady of the Stars can save her now."