Hi guys, so here's Lothlorien part two, as I said these chapters are proving hard to write so sorry for the extra wait but hope you enjoy reading them.

To anyone watching, her body would have lain peacefully for merely an hour before it started. In her dream they were back at Ravenhill, she was laying on the ground, body crushed and injured and unable to move. Unable to do anything as Legolas dueled with the huge orc. Unable to do anything as he was struck down. Unable to do anything as the orc stabbed him through the stomach, twisting the sword in deep, and she watched as he crumpled, falling to the ground, blood flowing from his stomach. She saw the hurt in his eyes, saw the betrayal he felt from her. She screamed, screamed once for the anguish and pain, screamed twice because she lost him and she never told him, screamed a third time as the orc walked away, leaving her with his body and her guilt.

Someone was shaking her violently and she woke with a start, the first thing she saw as her eyes flew open were a pair of briliant blue ones looking down into hers. "You were screaming in your sleep." he told her, leaning back and letting go of her arms which he had been shaking. She shivered, images flashing into her head. "Bad dreams" she simply stated, looking away from his gaze. He nodded, "Me too." he said. "Take a walk with me?" he asked and she stood, nodding.

Their first walk they took was mostly silence, both elves still haunted with memories of their dreams. They returned to the clearing early in the morning, before any of the others rose. They sat down, leaning against the tree which was how Aragorn found them when he rose. That would not be the last walk they would take.

The company spent many days in Lothlorien, for they all found it peacefull and somewhat relaxing. They all still felt grief for Gandalf but staying here, and not being on the run from orcs made them feel a little better. During the day, both Tauriel and Legolas often wandered the trees, either the passage ways up high in the tree tops or on the ground exploring the forest around them. Sometimes they walked together but more often they were apart however towards the end of their stay they were seen together more and more.

It wasn't just the two elves' relationship that was getting better. The whole fellowship seemed to grow closer together. They all shared stories from their respective lives, often around a campfire at night or just sitting around in the clearing during the day. Pippin and Merry told tales of their lives back in the Shire and Tauriel often found herself laughing at their mischevious adventures. Aragorn told tales of life as a ranger, sometimes with Legolas pitching in details from their time together. Sam talked about the small things he remembered from the Shire and Tauriel found herself envying his simple yet enjoyable life. She would love to be a gardner. Frodo spoke little of his own life, but spoke quite often of his uncle Biblo's journey through middle earth and it became more and more apparent how much he looked up to his uncle. Boromir spoke of the battles he had seen and his deeds in war, she found these tales exciting and started to respect Boromir more, as she heard his pride for his Kingdom and city. She and Legolas told mainly of growing up in the forest, most of the time telling their tales together, as their lives had been intertwined for most of their time spent alive. And Gimli spoke of the adventures of not only himself, but his ancestors.

On the tenth night they had been in Lothlorien, they were again all seated around the fire. "Gimli, in the mines you said your father went on the same journey as Mr. Bilbo?" Sam asked the dwarf.

"Ah, yes I did," Gimli replied. "And lucky for you I am again in the mood to tell a few tales." he said, and everyone settled down more, prepearing for the long story, for although they all found Gimli's tales amusing he often became sidetracked and took up a lot of time explaining smaller details.

"Frodo, you have not yet spoken of the battle have you?" Gimli asked the Hobbit.

Frodo shook his head. "Not yet, by all means go on Gimli," he said with a slight smile.

"Thankyou," Gimli started. "Well I believe young Frodo last spoke of Smaug's attack on Laketown and then how the elves and men of the Lake wanted the treasure of the mountain?" Everyone nodded. Tauriel gulped, listening to that story was hard enough, and now she really didn't want to hear this story. "Yes, well the story gets tragic here. You see, Thorin's mind was taken by the dragon sickness. He went mad trying to find the arkenstone, but what they didn't know was Bilbo had already retrieved it. The Men of Laketown and the Elves of Mirkwood," here he looked directly at the two elves. "They wanted their share of the treasure, but the dwarves refused them. So while everyone was searching for the Arkenstone, Biblo crept out of their stronghold and gave the stone to King Thranduil and the man known as Bard, who shot the dragon down."

"Bilbo gave it to them?" Pippin asked, slight disbelief in his voice.

"Aye, he did." Gimli said. "And together, the armies of the elves and men marched to the gate of the dwarves, demanding their share of the treasure in return for the arkenstone, which they knew Thorin desired. Who knows what would have befallen the company if it wasn't for Lord Dain. For he bought his army from the Iron hills, and was ready to fight with the dwarves. That would have been an interesting battle by itself, but it gets worse. For legions of orcs then arrived and the three armies fought together to attack the greater enemy. The battle cost many lives, for elves men and dwarves, including Thorin Oakenshield." Gimli said sadly, pausing for a moment.

"How did he die?" This time it was Merry who spoke up, urging Gimli to continue.

"Well, Thorin took his best warriors, his nephews Fili and Kili and also Dwalin to Ravenhill, where he saw Azog standing. But when they got there the pale orc was nowhere to be found. They split up, searching for the orcs, but then Bilbo, bless him, arrived and informed Thorin they were caught in a trap. The orc called Bolg was coming with another army. First, Azog killed Fili, before dueling with Thorin. Also at Ravenhill were two elves, the Prince and the Captain of the Gaurds. Bolg fought with young Kili and also the Captain, who they say fell in love with him."

Legolas clenched his fists, it took all of his willpower not to walk away. He knew Gimli did not mean to cause him hurt, for he and Tauriel had never revealed their involvement in that day and he knew Gimli had not yet realised his title, but right now, the dwarf was causing him a lot of pain. Tauriel too, was finding it hard not to leave, not to grab Legolas' arm and drag him into the forest and tell him everything. As well as that, she didn't want to hear about her friend's death. Tears were forming in her eyes as she remembered Kili dying.

"Who can say exactly how it was that it happened." Gimli continued on. "Because Bilbo was knocked out and woke to find Thorin fatally wounded and Azog dead. When the dwarves came to Ravenhill they also found Kili had also died and they say the elf maiden was crying over his body. Can you imagine that? An elf crying over a dwarf?" he said. Tauriel felt a tear trickle down her cheek, as she filled in the blanks in her mind.

Kil lay there, as she ran to him. "Kili, you will be alright, fight Kili, fight." she begged him, although she knew he was destined to die this day. Although Bolg had not stabbed him directly in the heart, he had bled too much to be saved. But this did not mean she would accept it so quickly. "Tauriel, just tell me, do you think she could have loved me?" he asked, and she gasped, remembering his words from before.

She lent down close to him, face inches from his, and tears formed in her eyes as she whispered to him, "She could love him Kili, but only as a friend. I am sorry, for you are very dear to me and I will never forget you." Kili nodded, and she bent down and kissed him softly on the cheek, finally accepting in her heart this would be goodbye. "Farewell, Tauriel." Kili whispered.

"Farewell, Kili." she said, and watched as his eyes fluttered shut and his chest stopped it's rising.

Tauriel shook her head, forcing those memories back, she did not want to relive them again. She refocussed on what was happening.

"But anyway, as for my father, he and the other dwarves fought a raging battle on the fields." Gimli was saying, but Tauriel couldn't bear to listen anymore, she stood,hoping her eyes weren't glistening with tears.

"I'm sorry, I find myself quite thirsy. Please excuse me." she simply said, before hurrying away from the clearing.

Legolas watched as she left, he wanted to go and comfort her, he had caught sight of the tears in her eyes, but he knew she was crying for the dwarf, and felt his presence may not be wanted. So instead he settled down, continueing to listen to stories from the battle he longed to forget.

Ok guys, I just wanted to let you know from know on I'll be putting more time into writing these. When I first started writing these I didn't know how many people would appreciate the story so I didn't put as much effort into each chapter. But now all of you beautiful people leaving reviews have motivated me to put more time into each chapter and write in more detail, which will mean a bit of a longer wait but hopefully future chapters will be better written and with more detail and because I've received this feedback from a couple of people, there will be more interaction with other members of the fellowship. Also I'm going away for about a week so I won't be able to update for a while, but here's a small section of what I have planned for the next chapter:

Galadriel gestured to the basin and as Tauriel stepped forward she saw it was filled with water. Stepping even closer she saw there were images in the water. She bent lower, and gasped as she watched the scenes playing out before her eyes...

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"What do you dream of?" Legolas asked suddenly as they wove in and out of the trees.

"60 years ago," she said, knowing he would understand which day she meant. She didn't want to tell him the exact details of her dream. "What haunts your dreams?" she asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"I do not think you would want to know," he told her, turning his head to face her as he said it.

"Perhaps telling me would ease your mind?" she suggested, as she really wanted to know what it was that troubled him.

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