Once you had awoken again from your sleep, you saw that the room had grown dark and you felt very hungry. You got out of bed and found that clothes had been set out for you on top of a chest at the foot of the bed. You picked up the clothes and as you changed, you happened to see yourself in the mirror. You looked at the area where the morgul dagger had pierced your shoulder and found the wound to be completely healed. There was no visible sign of it ever having been there, not even a scar. You felt the area, it felt slightly cooler than the rest of you but that was the only difference.

When you finally put on the dress, you are impressed by how great it fits you. Its almost as though it had been made specifically for you. The color and style were also impeccable, but the elves always seem to have the most wondrous clothes and fabrics.

Finally, you're ready to leave the room. You open the door and are surprised to see just how brightly lit the hallway is and shade your eyes from the sudden brightness. You look back into your room and realize that you just did everything in the dark, you hadn't lit a lamp. 'Perhaps being bitten by that morgul dagger actually did me some good,' you think. 'I'm hungry, I wonder where I can find some food around here.'

You don't see or hear anyone roaming about in the halls so you decide to go left. Rivendell with its many rooms, passage ways, and courtyards was too much for you and you end up getting lost. You stop beside a fountain that you had passed at least once before and sit down, defeated. "Must this place be such a maze?" you ask aloud.

"I can help you. What is it you seek?" A man answers. You jump, you hadn't realized that there was anyone nearby. You look over your shoulder to see an elf standing in the shadows of a hedge.

"Food primarily. I've been told that I haven't eaten in two days and rations were meager on the road here."

"I think you still look great for a woman who likely hasn't had a real meal since she left Mirkwood," the elf says, stepping out of the shadows.

"Legolas!" You nearly shout, feeling both delighted and shocked at his appearance. You quickly go to hug him, and he holds you in his warm embrace.

"Aiweneth," he whispers into your ear, "I was afraid you weren't going to make it." He holds you tighter.

"It takes more than a poisoned blade to kill me," you whisper back, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his embrace for a few more moments. "Now really, I must have something to eat. I'm starving."

"Alright, come along. It just happens that I hath brought you food from Mirkwood, one of your favorites." Legolas takes your hand and guides you back into the massive home and down to his own room. It actually wasn't far from your room. "I was actually planning on saving this for a daytime meal... It's actually the same food that was had on our picnic," Legolas says, picking up a basket.

"It was a good picnic, but I'm not sure if the leftover food from that would still be good after all this time," you tease. Legolas looks down, you can see he's blushing. "If you want a picnic, then let us eat out under the stars."

Legolas agrees to this and leads you back outside to one of the other courtyards. You two eat and look upon the stars glittering in the sky. He tells you about his journey there and then he questions you about your journey and the events leading up to your injury. You tell him how kind Aragorn was to you and how it was to be taken by the nazgul. At this point, he gets quiet.

"What's the matter? You seem suddenly sullen," you inquire.

"When you were taken, we had to search for you..." he starts out. "Everyone was worried, they thought that it was likely you had turned or would have turned by the time you we found you... They were prepared to kill you." He stops for a few moments and there is a solemn silence. "At first, I was so scared when I saw your body. I have never seen anyone who had been turned. I thought for a moment maybe you had..."

"But I hadn't and no one killed me."

"But what if-," he breaks off and wipes a tear from his eye.

"Don't worry about it, mellon," you say gently, placing a hand over his and looking him in the eyes.

"I feel so guilty," he breathes.

"Don't. If it had come to it, it would have been kinder to slay me rather than to allow whatever would be left of me to become slave to the ringwraiths." You knew that he could have never gone through with killing you, even if you had turned, but you figured that these words would comfort him. But inside you started to worry, 'even if he had killed me, I would not be dead. I'd still have been slave to Sauron.'

Legolas notices the look on your face. Now its his turn to ask, "what's the matter?" It catches you off guard.

"Huh? Oh... Nothing..." Legolas gives you a look, he's not going to let you not tell him. "Well... I had some dark dreams when I was out. Nothing to be concerned about," you say. He looks at you inquisitively, urging you to go on. "I had a dream that I had submitted to Sauron, or had come close to it. But then I was recalled into this world." It was mostly the truth, though you had met with Sauron and you had considered submitting to him. "Now, let us not talk about such dark things in the dark of night," you say softly. "Let's enjoy the night sky."

Legolas sits against a well trimmed tree and holds you in his arms again. The two of you spend the rest of the night looking up at the stars.