Disclaimer: I do not own InuYasha or its characters, that right belongs to Rumiko Takahashi, nor do I own Lord of the Rings that right belongs to J.R.R. Tolkien.

Author's Note: Requested by Stargazer013. Please forgive me if there is a lot of OOC for Legolas, as I have not read/watched LotR in a long time.

He watched as his ship washed up on the sandy shores. His eyes were roaming all around, taking in the beauty of the nature that thrived here. Peace settling into his soul as if he had finally come home, causing a smile to pull at the corners of his mouth. Though movement at the edge of the forest had his eyes observing. Only to look surprised when he saw a short, dark-haired human girl, or rather woman, making her way towards him.

She looked ethereal. Skin a pale contrast to those long raven-colored locks. As she drew ever closer, Legolas was able to make out much more detail. Apert button nose sat in the center of a heart-shaped face, below the bluest eyes he'd ever seen, as pink lips were lifted in a warm, inviting smile. She was short, agile, and her clothes positively accentuated her curves. There was no mistaking that this human woman was beautiful beyond the usual standards.

But it struck him as odd that a human would be in the lands where the elves had come to rest. This shouldn't be possible. So, jumping down from the bow of his ship, landing with skill and grace to the sandy shore, he waited for the strange woman to reach him. When he did, he was taken aback by the amount of pure power that rolled off of her person — seeing faint specks of lilac in the depths of her sapphire colored eyes.

"Welcome, Legolas, son of Thranduil, to the undying lands," she said in a sweet voice.

He could sense no deceit from the woman, as she looked up at him with patience, wisdom, understanding, and amusement in those dark depths. He was unable to discern anything about her other than she held a power that was unheard of for humans, even those like Gandalf. It was astounding. That and it was so gentle, like a blanket warmed by the fire on a cold winter's night.

"You are confused, young elf," she said, that amusement in her eyes showing in her voice.

This had him standing up straighter and looking down at her. He was a bit offended that she, a human called him young and an elf. It was one thing to hear a dwarf calling him or others of his race and elf. But humans didn't do it. They were a young species and had no right. He was close to five thousand years old.

"Do not get angry with him. I am not a human any longer. I have lived more millennia than you have lived. Now come Legolas, your friends and father are waiting for your arrival," she said, her voice losing that sweet quality to show her irritation at his reaction.

Feeling thoroughly chastised by her, Legolas followed her. The thought of seeing the others, Frodo included, had him excited. His steps were sure as he walked at first besides the woman who remained quiet and aloof, letting him know she was not pleased with him. Then beside her when she didn't show any signs of further irritation with him. The walk was not long, for as soon as they entered the forest, a mist covered the ground, and he felt the natural magic of nature itself wrap around them.

When it faded, he was standing in a large clearing of white willow looking at a sizeable elven city. It was breathtakingly beautiful. Like Mirkwood in its prime. It was lit up with fairy lanterns, and the sound of a song was coming from within in its center, which had Legolas moving forward without his knowledge. He knew these songs. They were sung at his father's and grandfather's court when he was but a child.

The moment he made it to the center of the city, Legolas stopped and looked. It was a massive celebration with a feast to match. And all of his friends were there sitting at a table and looking at him. Gandalf, Frodo, Elrond, and Galadriel... the look on their faces was amused as they let their gazes move from him to beside him. Reminding him, he was not alone. So, slowly, he turned his head to look down at the petite woman, who had a warm, almost loving smile on her lips.

"Welcome Legolas, to the Undying Lands," Elrond spoke up, lifting a mug to him. "I hope you enjoyed the company of the Goddess. It is an honor to have her be your escort."

At his words, Legolas went still, head snapping up, eyes wide as he looked at the Elder of Rivendell. Who just seemed to chuckle at what a sight he made.

"Please, Elrond, do not tease the child," the woman, no goddess at his side, said. Her voice was sounding amused once more. "I met you all at the shore as well, so there is no real honor in my escort. These are my lands."

Swallowing thickly, he looked back down to see her blue gaze on him, openly smiling at him. She had stayed silent to get back at him. To tease him. And he was no fool. He had been raised right at the courts of his father.

"Forgive me, Goddess," he said, giving a small bow at the waist.

When she just clicked her tongue and waved a hand at him, he was shocked. Her eyes communicated to him that she had already forgiven him. And that she didn't appreciate such formality. She was giving him pause. The idea he had of gods was blown away by this woman by his side. She was anything but high maintenance, snooty, you-shall-worship-me, God.

"Come Legolas, let us eat, drink, and party at meeting old friends again. And then... I want to see you get out there and shake your rear as you dance," she quipped. The last was command at his expense.

Again he went still in shock as those around him burst out in laughter as the woman made her way to the table where everyone sat. This was not what he had expected when he had set out for the Undying Lands. And he was now very intrigued by the Goddess of these lands.

THE END!