Bonnie walked into the old cemetery in the middle of the night, having left Damon in the hotel room. It was easy to sneak in Stefan's room and take the stone; her speed was unparalleled, and it helped. She had decided to wake Legolas by herself- even if he want to be there with her, she was afraid for Damon. She was afraid that Legolas would want to kill him. Bonnie was a possessive and territorial lover, but so was Legolas, unless he hid it well. He was dangerous when he wanted to be; she remembered men who insulted or bothered her who would suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Her thoughts focused on Damon. It's true that it was difficult to tell the difference between her own attraction to Damon and the relentless wolf in her continuing to claim him as her own. She knew she was attracted to him as she was attracted to Legolas before she married him. She wanted to protect Damon, and that's why she had to wake Legolas alone.

She had never come to a cemetery before. In the Viking era, they burned their dead. The atmosphere was gloomy, and with her magic she could feel the souls that once occupied the buried bodies. It made her fearful. She set fire to a torch and moved further into the cemetery. She was walking between the graves when she heard a voice. Her eyes widened, and goose bumps appeared all over her body.

It was Legolas' voice.

"Bonnie..."

She followed his voice to a grave, which she stopped in front of. There was an 'L' engraved on it, but no other inscription. She put the torch down and raised her hands, reciting incantations. The ground began to shake, and the earth cracked where the coffin of Legolas was buried. She used her magic to extract it out of the earth. The ground cracked, then disintegrated to let the black coffin get out easier. She made it float in the air before placing it on the ground in front of her. She waved a hand, and the lid of the coffin flew into the air and crashed into a tree further away.

She gasped and put a trembling hand to her mouth. "Le- Legolas?" She asked incredulously. She was so pained to see him like that. "My beloved... what they have done to you?" She wanted to cry, but refrained. She slowly approached the coffin and put a hand on his withered cheek. He was dead... his body was dead. She could not keep her tears, and she wept. Legolas' body was completely withered; it was gray and black, and the expression on his face... Bonnie wept seeing him like that, with his open mouth and empty sockets.

"Beloved... I'll help you... It's okay, I'll help you," she said, stroking his cheek. "I'm so sorry... but now I'm here now, I'll save you." She was crying, it broke her heart to see him like that. She wiped her tears and quickly took the stone out of her boot's hollow spot. The Phoenix stone shone red in her hand. She smiled. She knew it was him- there were hundreds of soul in this stone, but she heard him, she heard the soul of Legolas asking her to let him free. She put the stone on Legolas' chest.

She put her hands on his face and recited incantations in Latin. Her eyes rolled up into her head, showing only the whites. The wind rose and thunder rumbled. She continued chanting even though lightning struck the ground dangerously close by. She was repairing his body; it required a lot of magic, and so she drew in the elements of nature. Her linen dress fluttered in the wind, and her bodice supported the movement her chest as she breathed more and more quickly. The magic flowed in and around her, while the body of Legolas slowly came back to life. His torso filled with all the old dried organs; his hair became as resplendent as before; his skin turned to his normal skin color; his eyes formed anew, though his eyelids were closed; his muscles slowly regained shape; blood began to clog his body. Legolas took again a human form by Bonnie's magic. When his body was fully recovered from his desiccation, the Phoenix stone began to emit bubbles inside and shone brighter. Bonnie chanted louder, and as several thunderbolts fell around her, she drew in their power.

"Bonnie?" Legolas murmured.

She broke the trance and fell on the floor, as her magic had drained her severely. She used a lot of magic, and a lot of herself, to bring a dead body to life. She tried to calm her breathing, and she focused her magic.

Legolas opened his eyes slowly. He moved his fingers, which caused horrible crunching noises. The more he moved, the more his body creaked. He stood up, naked. His hair and his body were the same, except he had no scars, but he was the same as in her memories. Nothing had changed, except... maybe his eyes.

"Legolas... beloved?" She asked cautiously, still sitting on the ground, hands flat on the floor. Legolas looked around, ignoring her. The wind had died down, and there was no more thunder rumbling. The cemetery was absolutely quiet, except for the sound of Bonnie's rapid heartbeats. His blue eyes were probing the place, as if he was waiting for something, or someone.

"Beloved?" She repeated, but he looked all around, growling, and then he vamped. Bonnie's eyes widened and she moved toward him. "Dam-... Legolas? It's me, Bonnie." She hesitated to touch him; he seemed to expect some terrible thing to happen. She swallowed hard. "I'm so sorry, my love... I'm sorry for what he did to you. But now we are finally together and I'll help you, beloved? You're not in this prison anymore... you don't have to be afraid."

Legolas looked at her, confused, and regained his normal expression. "I am no longer in hell?"

"No, you're not," she laughed and threw herself into his arms. "Beloved," she said happily. He took her in his arms, frowning, and she smiled gently. Even if she was in her husband's arms, a part of her was not satisfied.

"I'm not in hell..." he murmured.

Bonnie looked up at him tenderly. "No, you are not there, I released you. We can finally be together."

"Bonnie?" He said, stroking her face.

"Yes," she laughed, "Yes, it's me."

"I... I..." He looked again in every sense. "You're Bonnie?"

"Yes... Yes, I'm your wife. I understand you're confused. I'm so sorry for what they did to you. No one will touch you again now that we are together. I will use my magic now, I'm more powerful than any other supernatural being. You have nothing to fear, beloved."

"I understand... We are in love, then..." He said it almost like a question. "I'm finally out. I'm free at last."

Legolas looked at her in a way she did not recognize. His look was vicious, not like that of her husband. She felt strange, and her wolf felt weird, but she ignored this side of her- she was too happy to be with him right now.

"Legolas... are you fine?"

"Yes," he laughed, putting his hands on her cheeks, and she smiled at him. Suddenly, his hands moved down, and he broke her neck. Her body fell to the floor, and he smiled devilishly. "Now I am really fine."

Damon tracked her scent, following her trail to a cemetery he had already seen. The same cemetery from his dream. He had not talked to Bonnie about his last dream about Legolas and her, so he would not give her false hope and regret it afterward. This whole story was becoming increasingly weird. He thought of the dream with Ayanna; seeing this cemetery that was exactly the same as that his dream, he wondered if everything she said was true.

He moved quickly among the tombs, smelling Bonnie nearby, and he began to run when he saw her body on the floor. He knelt down beside her and cradled her head in one hand.

"Hey, Bonnie? Wake up!" He said, jostling her lightly. "Bonnie, wake up," he repeated. Her heart was beating weakly, but at least she was alive. "Bonnie?"

Slowly, she opened her eyes. "Legolas?"

"No, no, it's Damon. What the hell happened?"

"Legolas... I woke him up."

"What? We said we would do it together! Damn it, why did you do this alone?"

"Legolas... I woke him up," Bonnie repeated.

"Yeah, where is he now?"

She sat up slowly with Damon's help, and then suddenly gasped. "He...he broke my neck!"

"What, you thought he was going to act normally after spending centuries in hell?" Damon said harshly.

She looked away.

"He isn't here. We need to find him before he reduces the city into a mess of blood. Get up, you must find your husband." He helped her get up, but she said nothing.

"You think you can find him?"

"Yes... Follow me," she said, moving out of the cemetery.

Bonnie moved quickly around the bustling city. It was almost 5 am, but some shops were still open, and even some bars. She stopped in front of a bar called "The Bayou". She paused at the door, Damon behind her.

"He's inside," she said softly, but she didn't move. Damon stepped around her and opened the door.

The scene before them was absolute carnage. Dead bodies were stacked in a corner, blood dripping on the floor and smeared all over the walls and furniture. The smell was horrendous, and though the bodies couldn't have been more than a few hours old there were already flies buzzing around the pile. There had to be twenty of them. There was light music playing in the background, as if there was nothing out of place. Damon tensed, putting himself on alert. Bonnie walked toward the bodies, face expressionless. Damon came to stand beside her and took her hand, which was cold to the touch.

"Bonnie," Damon said quietly, "where is he?"

"Right here!" Legolas said, walking out of the shadows, dressed in all black and perfectly clean. He had no blood on him, as if he was not the perpetrator of the carnage before them. "I was waiting for you, Bonnie," he said, walking toward them.

Bonnie could see that he had undone the braids he had when she woke up him. Damon now understood what it was like to see his doppelgänger, and felt an immense anger.

"So you finished feeding, you sleepyhead?" Damon said, and Legolas smiled. Damon still didn't let go of Bonnie's hand, and oddly she didn't want him to.

"Yes, I was hungry. Can you really blame me?" Legolas grinned. "Can I know why you hold my wife's hand?"

Bonnie gasped and pulled her hand away from Damon. "I..."

"Why did you break her neck?" Damon demanded, cutting Bonnie off.

"Because I wanted to, that's all. Bonnie, could you come here? You know I missed you, right?"

"Yes..."

"Come to me... I really missed you," he said, holding out his hand.

She hesitated a moment, and then walked towards him, Damon grabbed her arm at the last moment; she turned her head toward him, frowning.

"Something is weird with him," Damon said. "I had a dream about your-"

"Wildflower..." Legolas said.

Bonnie quickly turned her head toward Legolas, and she smiled in relief, hearing him call her like that. She moved toward him and took his hand, looking into his blue eyes.

"Do you remember us?"

"Everything, wildflower, you're my wife and I know I love you more than my life," he said softly, and then pulled her toward him to kiss her.

Damon watched them kiss, remembering what Ayanna said.

"He is not who he pretends to be... You have to protect her from him... The first immortal."

Legolas broke the kiss and wrapped his arms around her. Bonnie put her head on his chest, closing her eyes. She was so relieved.

"Legolas... my beloved," she said lovingly.

Legolas looked up at Damon, and their eyes met.

"Yes, it's me," he said, one corner of his mouth lifting as he smiled.

Damon frowned and clenched his fist. He knew that look. He knew that smile.

He had the same when he lied.

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