A/N: For those still reading... THANK YOU AND I'M SO SORRY I'M A TERRIBLE PERSON! (I also don't own anything except my OC's and original sub-plots.)

Thoughts...

Different Language...

For the next week or so after Aragorn left, Arwen seemed sad. Of course she'd be sad. The man she was supposed to be with left! There was very little I could do to make her happy. I sighed, walking away from the Library I've grown to inhabit when I wasn't with Arwen, Ori, Bilbo, or Gandalf. I had heard from Arwen that the reason she couldn't be with Aragorn, or Estel as she still called him, was because her father didn't deem him worthy enough. I know how this all turned out. Arwen and Aragorn get married and have kids, ruling Gondor, but it still doesn't make it any easier knowing that, not being able to tell her, and having to sit by and see her so sad. I growled slightly under my breath, my mood steadily going downhill.

"Wynter, are you alright?" I heard Bilbo's voice behind me. I turned to look at the Hobbit and saw him with Ori, the two of them holding scrolls in their hands. I smiled slightly at the sight.

"I'm fine. Just a bit stressed out."

"Would you like to join us for tea then? Ori and I were just about to take some and look through these scrolls."

I laughed a bit. We were already here for almost two weeks and both Ori and Bilbo have settled in. I nodded, accepting the offer that was extended to me. Quietly, I followed behind the two knowledge enthusiasts. They were chatting away about one thing or another. Something about Elvish literature.

We entered a pavilion that was placed near one of the many streams that ran through Rivendell. Bilbo and Ori began unrolling a couple of the scrolls, They talked animatedly as an elf came to set the table, placing down the teapot and two cups, before turning to me and informing me that they would be back with a third cup.

"Thank you."

The elf nodded his head and left. As Bilbo and Ori were scanning through the scrolls, I looked to the stream. Maybe it had some idea on how to cheer Arwen up.

"Most of our songs are usually to tell stories of heroic deeds done in battle. To have people of all races in Middle Earth to hear and sing of your tales in battle is a honor of the highest kind," I heard Ori's voice say.

I heard Bilbo hum in understanding, "Hobbits usually use songs to celebrate, express joy, or really more often than not, sing because they're heels-over-head drunk."

"Express joy..."

"Bilbo..." I said.

"Yes Wynter?"

"If I was trying to cheer someone up, how should I go about doing that?"

"Well, I suppose that would depend on who you're trying to cheer up and why they are upset."

"An elf and because her love left and she doesn't know if and when she'll ever see him again…"

Both Bilbo and Ori blinked up at me. Ori went back to looking through the scrolls while Bilbo quickly took a sip of tea. "I'm not sure you can help much my dear. Elves are known to die of heartbreak."

I whined slightly, "But she can't die! She can't! She absolutely cannot!"

Bilbo was taken aback while Ori chuckled. "Do you forbid her then?" Ori questioned, obviously teasing me. I had a feeling he knew that this probably (obviously) pertained to the future, but it left him with a sore arm. Bilbo smacked Ori, glaring.

"Someone dying is not a joking matter Ori. "

"How should I cheer her up though?"

"Have you tried singing a song to her?" Ori said, still rubbing his arm.

"I don't… sing…" I muttered looking off to the side. Bilbo shook his head, laughing.

"It can't be much worse than Griffon Farfoot when he's beside himself drunk."

I huffed slightly, "My singing is like making respectable Hobbits leave the Shire."

"And yet, look where I am my dear."

"...No..." I glared off to the side. The elf came back with the third cup, setting it down in front of me before filling it. I smiled at the ellon, thanking him. Grabbing the cup, I brought it to my lips and breathed the scent in deeply. Tea. It's so wonderful.

"Wynter."

My head looked back up to Bilbo. "Yes?"

"Instead of trying to do things that will cheer her up, why not talk to her?"

"But I don't know what to say that will help her feel better…"

"Didn't you say that you had to leave your lover once," Ori piped up, winking at me briefly, "Why not use your experience from that to help your friend?"

I hummed, cupping the teacup in my hands. It certainly was an option to try. Nodding, I took a drink of the tea. The warmth seeped through me. Even though it was already the middle of summer, it wasn't terribly hot here like it was in Arizona. No 100 degree temperatures. No sweltering humidity fueled by rain season. I settled back into my chair.

"I suppose it's at least worth a try..."

"Ori! Master Boggins!" Kili cried out from the end of the pavilion. Ori sighed from where he sat, muttering something about just getting into the scripture. The dark haired, hyperactive dwarf hurried over to us, followed by his golden haired brother. I sipped more at my tea, looking on in curiosity.

"Thorin has called a meeting." Fili stated, "He said that it was urgent. And that only those in the Company were to come." The faired-haired dwarf's eyes flickered to me, showing a small apology. I shrugged.

"That's alright," I laughed a bit, "I was just about to head out anyway."

I drained the rest of my cup before turning to Bilbo and Ori, "Thank you for your help. I'll see you later, okay?"

Bilbo looked on at the word quizzically while Ori just nodded. I waved at the four of them as I left the pavilion. Now all I had to do was find Arwen and figure out a way to bring up Legolas without hurting her or giving myself away. That should be fun…

I decided to first stop by the kitchen and see if I could have some food. One of the cooks packed a loaf of bread and some cheese together, tying it in a cloth. I thanked him as I hurried on to look for Arwen. Quickly, I decided that the best place to start looking for her would be where I left her.

Apparently that was the best decision I could have made. There she sat on the window ledge of her room, looking out towards one of the waterfalls. So, pretty much in the same position I left her in this morning. Did she really sit like that, for what, six or seven hours? I mentally sighed before knocking on the door softly. The elf turned to face me, blinking in surprise as she seemed to notice the change in light.

"What time is it?" she inquired, facing me now.

"I'd say it's about two-thirty. I brought some food. Just a loaf of bread and some cheese if you want to share it with me." I said, moving to sit across from her at the ledge.

She nodded, "Yes..."

I sat the food between us, quickly untying the cloth. Silently, I splint the bread and cheese apart as even as I could before handing some to Arwen. She took the food, only to hold it in her lap. I began nibbling at my food as I looked on at her. She's been losing weight. That's not good.

"Wynter?"

"Yes?"

"Would you be willing to talk about your elven lover?" She asked, her eyes never leaving the waterfall.

"Well… I don't quite know where to begin. What do you want to know?" I said, pausing in my ingestion of food. Sure I was going to talk to her about him anyway, but… I honestly had no clue what to say or where to start. Arwen bringing up the subject first, though, made the process easier.

"When did you realize that you were in love with him?"

I rested my back against the window frame and looked down at the pure white ledge. I remembered when I found out I cared for Legolas like it was yesterday. "I realized I loved him when the possibility of him never coming back to me became very real. It was the night before a long anticipated battle and I kept having nightmares, over and over, of him dying in my arms. I didn't understand what it meant. I was sixteen at the time, in the middle of a w-... an on-going battle. I wasn't even in the right mindset to understand what was happening. After one very real nightmare, I went walking around the compound we were at. It was late and the moon was high in the sky, illuminating everything. As I was sitting on one of the benches, he came and told me to head to bed. I didn't want to be alone so I asked him to stay with me. He brought me to his room for tea instead. As he was trying to help me calm down, the realization hit me. My worst nightmare for the battle was him never coming back to me. When I told him that, it took him a couple of seconds to process it… and then he kissed me..."

"What was he like?" Arwen continued. I saw from my peripherals that she was finally eating some of the food I brought. I figured me talking about Legolas was distracting her enough to not be so sad.

"He was tall and slender, but he was still strong. His eyes were blue and at times, they appeared brown. He had beautiful blond hair that he left down except for three braids. Two on the sides of his head, and one in the back. Both his hands were calloused from archery, but they were always warm, always inviting. Always safe. And he was smart and full of courage and loyalty and even though he could be infuriating and drive me up the wall… at the end of the day I knew I cared for him and that I could count on him. No matter what."

"If you care for him so much, why did you leave him?"

"I had other obligations. I suppose at the moment, I still have other obligations. As much as I want to be with him and as much as it pains me to be away from him, I know there are things that needed and still need to be done. It took him a while to understand that, and I still don't think he's happy with me about it, but he still spent my last night with me and saw me off."

I heard Arwen cough as she looked at me now. "You… You two were… "

I blinked at the elleth before rapidly shaking my head, "Noooo, oh no no no no no. I mean, my gods no."

Arwen sighed deeply, "My gods. Even so, sleeping in the same bed as the ellon, that is still quite scandalous in its own right."

I laughed and shrugged, "When you love someone… when you need them and want them with every fiber of your being, you really don't care all too much about what is expected of you. Just as long as you're with them, nothing else matters."

"And what if you are not with them," Arwen asked softly.

"Then you do everything in your power to live for the day you see them again."

After our discussion about Legolas, I stayed with the dark haired elf until the moon rose and she decided it was best for her to sleep. I nodding, agreeing that sleep was probably best for the both of us. I slipped out of the room, going straight back to mine. Once I closed the door behind me, I plopped face down on to the bed where the darkness took me…

There was a man. A tall man, with a white glowing surrounding his person. Who had dark hair and was dressed in elven clothing, but he wasn't an elf. His mouth was moving but the sound was like being underwater. I could barely hear him. The only words I could make out were, 'lost', 'see', 'path', and one name that sent electricity through my body. Legolas…

I bolted up right in my temporary bed. I could vaguely remember the man, but I did remember the glow and the words. My body was wanting to slip back into the darkness, but something was telling me I shouldn't.

"I need to see Gandalf."

A/N: I have no excuse. I know I suck. I really really do. It's just a lot of stuff has been going on, paired with writer's block and now after this chapter, we should be getting back on track with the story, which should make updating easier since I'm on break, but considering the terrible person I've been up till now, I'm not making promises. I'm honestly going to do everything in my power to try and get the next chapter out this week. But as I said, I'm a terrible person so don't have too much faith...