This is a rather cheesy chapter I'll admit. If you don't like it, feel free to complain. I wrote it a while ago and I couldn't figure out how to change it, so it hasn't been edited. I hope that my later chapters will be better.

"Good morning Tinwe!" Pippin said, racing by as Tinwe opened her door and stepped into the hallway. She had donned a pale purple gown with thin gold embroidery along the sleeves and the hem. It flowed like water as she moved, showing every bit of elven grace.

"Good morning Pippin. Why are you in such a hurry?"

"I need to get to the kitchen before Merry eats all the food!" he called over his shoulder, nearly tripping on his own feet as he looked back at her over his shoulder. Tinwe smiled as he rounded the corner and disappeared from view. She followed him slowly, making her way towards the citadel, where the coronation was to take place. She was about halfway there when she turned a corner and nearly ran into Legolas. He caught her by the arm before they collided

"Oh, I'm sorry," she said in surprise. "I was just thinking."

"Quite alright. What were you thinking about, if I may?"

"It doesn't matter," she said quickly. She'd been debating about whether or not to leave tonight, before the celebrations, or to stay and slip away in the morning. She knew she had to leave without anyone noticing, or she would never be able to leave. "How is Aragorn doing?"

"He is doing rather well. But I expected no less from him. You are looking lovely this morning, by the way."

Tinwe smiled, and opened her mouth to respond, but was cut off rather abruptly.

"Tinwe! Im gelir ceni ad lín! I am happy to see you again!"

She felt herself lifted off the ground by the waist and spun around. She felt her feet return to the ground, and she looked up at the person behind her.

"Rhaich, Elrohir! Curses, Elrohir! When did you get here?"

"Just now," Elrohir's twin brother, Elladan said, looking over his brother's shoulder at Tinwe. "We've missed you, Tinwe!"

Before she could stop them, they bent down and kissed her cheeks simultaneously. She pushed them off.

"You two are hopeless. How'd you know I was here anyway?"

"Mithrandir told us," Elrohir said. "Will you marry me?"

Legolas had been standing to the side, watching the strange exchange curiously. But as Elrohir said this last bit, he started rather violently. Tinwe merely sighed tiredly.

"No, Elrohir, I will not marry you. And before you ask, I won't marry you either Elladan." Elladan closed his mouth.

"Why ever not?" Elladan asked.

"You know perfectly well why not. First, you are like brothers to me. Secondly, I could never choose between the two of you. So would you please stop asking me to marry you every time you see me?"

"We figure you'll get worn down eventually," Elrohir said brightly. "Come on, the coronation is going to start soon."

Tinwe rolled her eyes as the twins started down the hallway. She followed slowly, Legolas walking beside her.

"May I ask what that was all about?"

"Every time I visit Rivendell, Elrohir and Elladan feel the need to ask me to marry one of them. I've been telling them no for centuries, but it never fails. Rather annoying actually," Tinwe said, frowning. Legolas smiled, watching Elrond's twin sons arguing as they walked in front of the wood elves. He had met them several times before, and he knew they were good people. But their closeness to Tinwe had made him, well, jealous. He did not know why this was so pronounced right at that moment. But he felt it nonetheless.

The coronation went smoothly, and ended with the reunion of Aragorn and Arwen. Tinwe spent the entire thing standing rather uncomfortably next to Elrohir and Elladan, as Legolas, being one of the Fellowship, stood to the front. Afterwards, there was a great mingling of everyone, talking excitedly about one thing or another. By the time the celebrations were supposed to start, Tinwe was thoroughly bored.

By this time, Elrohir was sneaking up on the elleth, intent on asking her to accompany him to the celebration. He did it quietly, because he did not want Elladan to notice. However, when he walked up behind Tinwe and opened his mouth, but did not get the chance to voice his question.

"Enjoying yourself?" Legolas said, appearing suddenly in front of Tinwe.

"Not hardly," she said with a smile. "I do not like being trapped in such a mass of people."

"Nor do I," Legolas agreed. "Perhaps you would care to join me in the citadel instead?"

Tinwe smiled and took Legolas's arm, leaving the unnoticed Elrohir staring after them.

"If you keep your mouth open like that, you'll surely catch a fly," Elladan said, amused as he looked at his brother.

"I don't believe it," he said hoarsely. "I didn't even get a chance to ask her!"

"Now what?" Elladan said, rolling his eyes.

"Tinwe! She went of with Prince Legolas."

"Are you surprised? They are both of Mirkwood, you know."

"But, but…" Elrohir stuttered.

"Just forget it," Elladan said, waving his hand and walking away.

There was a grand celebration in Minas Tirith that night. All races sat together, eating, drinking, and laughing. In the great hall, a small band played, while dancers moved gracefully across the floor. Many among them were the elves, guests of the King. The mortals among them found their eyes drawn to these creatures, who were graceful and fair like few other things. However, many eyes were drawn to a single couple, floating as they moved through the other couples. They seemed to radiate light, as nothing is quite so beautiful as two elves in love. And whether they understood it or not, Legolas and Tinwe were very much in love.

"So what are you planning on doing after leaving the city?" Tinwe asked softly. She and Legolas were walking through the gardens once again, having danced far into the night. They had decided to leave, as the men became excessively rowdy, due to their drunkenness. She held Legolas's arm gently, walking slowly beside him as the moonlight illuminated their path.

"Return home I imagine. Gimli wishes to show me the Glittering Caves, but I think I should like to return home first. I do miss it so." He was silent for a while, before continuing. "What are you going to do?"

"I am not sure yet. I may return to Mirkwood, and then continue traveling, or I may simply leave for the East again. Every time I return home, it gets harder to leave. But I know I will leave eventually, for my heart is never at rest there."

Legolas kept his eyes forward, remaining silent for some time.

"I would like you to come back to Mirkwood," he said finally. "At least for a time. But when you do leave," he said, stopping and turning Tinwe so she faced him. "I would like to accompany you, so I can see with my own eyes all the miraculous things you have seen."

Tinwe smiled, looking into his deep blue eyes. The moonlight shown down through the branches of the weeping willow they stood beneath. They stood very close, and in the warm night, a chill went up Tinwe's spine.

"I would like nothing more than that."

The two elves stared into each other's eyes, looking into each other's souls. For the longest time, they remained still, frozen in time. To Tinwe, it seemed like slow motion as Legolas bent towards her. She closed her eyes as his soft lips met hers. A shock went through her at his touch. Never had she felt like this before. She wrapped her arms around his neck, as he wrapped his arms around her waist. Neither wanted to let go. They wanted nothing more than to stay there forever, with nothing but each other and the moonlight. Tinwe's mind raced, thoughts jumbling together incoherently.

However, one thought stood out. He was the prince of her people. She was a mere commoner. What would the king say, seeing his only son like this? She stiffened, second-guessing her actions.

Legolas sensed her hesitation. He pulled her closer to him, pressing his lips to hers more fiercely. She relaxed, letting her mind return to Legolas. She tried to push the thoughts of the king out of her mind. But it stayed there, a silent presence nagging at the back of her mind.

"I can't find her anywhere," Elladan said, frowning as he stood beside his brother. "She just vanished."

"You do know who else is missing too right?" Elrohir asked, obviously putout. Elladan looked at him curiously.

"Legolas seems to have disappeared too."

Both twins sat down in defeat. Centuries they'd been chasing that girl around. But now, she was no longer theirs to chase.

There was a quiet giggle behind Tinwe. She and Legolas broke apart, annoyed at whoever had interrupted them. Tinwe looked around, and saw Lady Arwen standing there, arm in arm with King Aragorn.

"Good evening my friends," she said pleasantly. "I just felt I should warn you, you better not let my brothers catch you. They are looking everywhere for you, Tinwe."

"Thank you for the warning, my Lady," Tinwe said, smiling. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she said, before turning and disappearing behind a clump of trees. Tinwe turned back to Legolas.

"She is right. I would prefer not to have Elrohir and Elladan find us this way."

"Come on," Legolas said, entwining his fingers with hers, and leading her out of the gardens.

A short while later, they entered Legolas's quarters. Tinwe walked out onto the balcony that overlooked the city, illuminated by the moonlight.

"Even broken, she shines brighter than she has since the last king sat upon the throne," Tinwe said as Legolas came up behind her, put his arm around her waist. "It is truly magnificent to behold."

"Aragorn will bring peace to the world of men at last. It is indeed a great day for Middle Earth." Tinwe nodded, looking out over the city. She leaned her head against Legolas's shoulder, and she felt him rest his cheek on the top of her head. It was not just a great day for Middle Earth; it was for her too. After all, she had fallen in love.