--=Authors Note: The much argued age of legolas will be touched upon, as we know for a fact he's live over a thousand years. VERY young for an Elf... just a thought. And I saw the movie again (3rd time) and I wondered a few things...

1. Why can he walk on the snow, and not sink...and yet everyone else does?

2. Why does he not run out of arrows? He does in the book...

3. Maybe it's because he's special...

But my final name for him shall be "Mr. Legolas I-can-walk-on-snow-and-not- sink-and-I-can-never-run-out-of-arrows-because-apparently-I-have-a- bottemless-quiver-and-if-you-stuff-mashed-potatoes-in-your-mouth-and-say-my- name-it-sounds-like-Legolamb....Greenleaf. Also, congradulations to everyone on the cast and crew of LOTR, they won AFI's movie of the year, against 9 other very good movies. Yay! Sorry this one is so short, but it's one of those small, yet packs a lot of punch chapters.=--

Oh and THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER....just to clear up some review confusion. Not the last chapter people...thank yas!

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"Yes, well Mr. I-can-run-on-top-of-snow-and-not-sink, the rest of us are not so gifted." Aragorn muttered under his breath as he dug through the trenches of the deep Mountain ravines they were on. He hoped Legolas would not hear him, but keen are the eyes and ears of Elven folk.

"Fellow Aragorn, I will never understand the weaknesses of men. And half- men..." Legolas whispered the last phrase softer than the wind will blow on a hot summer day. He gazed back and saw Link, silently following the Fellowship. No one had noticed she was there, except Gandalf. While the men dug at the snow, Legolas snuck back behind the line, and hid in a snowbank awaiting Link's approach. When he saw her, he lept forward, grabbed her waist, covered her mouth and whisked her to the depths of the snow-cavern, hidden momentairly from the rest of the Fellowship.

"Stop screaming...biting my hand will not work, Linaael. Stop struggling, listen to me..."

He pleaded and pleaded, and she finally relaxed. He knew there was some sort of trickery involved, so he was weary.

"Now, I'm going to take my hand off of your mouth. However, binded to me you shall still be, I sense coyness and trickery about you." Slowly his hand strayed from her mouth.

"GANDDAAALFFFF-oomph!" Her screams were quickly put to an end, when she once again had a mouthful of Elven hand. Legolas sighed.

"I see this will not be easy...Lady, please, then...stop your struggles and listen." He waited patiently for her consent to continue. Finally, he got it.

"Things have been, well, tense between us for the past couple hundred years."

"Moomh ikee ousndh." A muffled reply, 'more like thousand'.

"Well, that may be true. I keep no records. However...I want to make a truce with you. Please, Linaael, hear me out. I do not like fighting with you, I do not wish this tenseness to continue. Will you allow a truce?"

He slowly gave her room to talk, by moving his hand away from her mouth a little.

"Hey, Legolas....I think it's a wonderful idea. Over the time we've known each other, it's been nothin but good times. We fell in love, you broke my heart, I broke yours, you banished me from your wood because I would not bow down to you and call you Prince Legolas of Mirkwood, you always had to be better than me, you constantly degraded me and told me I needed to be more ladylike....yeah, Greenleaf...good times. There will be no truce...now get your filthy hands off of me."

He numbly let her go. As she was getting up to leave hastily, he started screaming.

"You...you backstabber! Making me out as if I did all of the wrong! Curse you!" She stopped in her tracks, and looked back wildly.

"You were the one who said you wanted to go off to war, and fight, you broke MY HEART...I thought I was going to lose you! You didn't return for a long time, so I moved on, what else could I do?! Then you came back, thinking everything was going to be as it was before. But it WASN'T, you changed so much. All you cared for was killing, and murder, and battle...by then, I was instated as an active Prince. I NEVER DEMANDED you to call me Prince, I saw it as a sign of respect. I respected you, but I see you did not respect me. When my father banished you, I was destroyed! You were all I had, and you left laughing and you didn't even say goodbye! YOU ALMOST KILLED ME, Linaael...If it wasn't for Elrond to come and help me...I was going to die of a broken heart. In a way, you did kill me. You died, inside of me, your spirit died within me, your love for me died...therefore, I died as well."

A long silence, save for Legolas' sobs, filled the cold atmosphere. No longer could the howling wind and the shifting ice be heard. All was silent, in this moment of truth. No one noticed Gandalf silently standing, hidden by the snow, a few feet away. Legolas' head lifted up, hoping, praying to see some kind of pity, some kind of hope...

...her eyes were cold. Dead...as if there had never been a spark in them.

"You're a liar, Legolas. Your a damned liar...you couldn't have died from a broken heart. You couldn't have died from a loss of love..."

His eyes, silver tears with red trails still flowing, opened and closed painfully.

"...because I. Never. Loved you."

She spat on the red, Elven tear stained snow, and ran as fast as she could away. Legolas brought his knees up to his chest, and held himself, shaking against the snow. Lonliness enveloped him, but his feelings were clear. His stained-red face looked up, and into Gandalf's eyes. There, Gandalf saw something he never truly saw within that Elf. He had seen it before...and he had witnessed its aftermath. But never in the joyful eyes of the Good Archer of Mirkwood.

He saw a star...dying. Even the red from the tears was not a vibrant as it had been before. His whole body had a faded look about it. He started back, in horror. This Elf was dying. And not for the first time. He saw no hatred, no loathing, no dislike...he saw hurt. He saw pain. He saw tenderness being destroyed. And he saw a love that had died a long time ago, black rose petals decaying on the floor of a room where lovers once danced. He saw one, small flicker of love...but it was singed with the one last tear that fell from Legolas' eyes. Despair ridden, he began to fade. Slowly...and then more rapidly. Gandalf had no choice. He placed his hand upon the golden, fair Elven head, and sleep immediately claimed the weary eyes and body of the Elf...

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Standing on a high snow bank, not 100 yards away, she was witnessing these events. Her tears were becoming more and more silver...and small hints of red they were leaving behind. Her face was stone, and cold, however...as she whispered to the wind.

"I'm killing him...all over again..."

And so it was for the Fellowship. Gandalf, carrying the fallen body of Legolas, continued to the camp site of the weary travellers. But not without gazing over at Linaael, looking deep into her eyes, and waving his staff.

Her eyes immediately closed, and she fell with sleep. The wooden arrow she had plunged into her heart had disappeared. But her Elven blood that stained the snow had not...

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Look for the next installment within the next few weeks.