Alasia's Notes: Okies, here's part one, Jennzah wrote it, not I! Tell her what you think!

of Silver Dreams and Golden Shadows
ONE:- Dreams

Jairah woke up with a gasp, her body shooting up in the bed. the bedcovers, made of elven-silk, slipped off her small form as she recoiled into the headboard of the bed, and started to shiver. She was clad only in a thin nightgown of white gossamer, her long blonde hair had been released of its usual retraints (she kept styled away from her face most of the time because she could not have it flying in her face, missing her aim with her bow and arrow.), and it was flowing down her shoulders, as she shivered mightily. Her lover, Legolas, was not in the bed beside her.

She had chosen to go to her sleep early in the evening, and he had remained awake, speaking with Elrond. They had only arrived in Rivendell a few days prior, and much was to be talked about.

She rose from the bed gently, and grabbed her robe of blue silk, wrapped it around her tightly, left the room, barefoot, in search of Legolas. Only he could calm the fear inside.

The nightmares had been coming more and more frequently since they'd arrived in Rivendell. For so long, they'd been on a journey, and that journey had seperated them and finally they were reunited a month ago, in Lothlorien. They had seperated from the rest of the old Company, all save Aragorn, who had journeyed with them here to Rivendell, for it was his home.

And then the nightmares had come. Jairah couldn't even begin to describe the horror of them, she couldn't even describe them at all. It was as if she was drowning, trapped under the black waters of Moria perhaps, and she was being pulled down into the darkness. It made her so afraid, and uneasy.

She ran down the steps, her bare feet barely making a sound as she descended them, looking wildly for Legolas. He was in the main room, speaking softly with Elrond and Aragorn, who had Arwen sitting at his side.

Legolas, who was listening as Aragorn and Elrond spoke, sensed Jairah's fear as she came nearer to him. His head turned to the staircase before she'd reached it, and watched as she came into view and flew down the stairs. He opened his arms as she ran to him, a blur of blue and white, and blonde hair. She reached him and threw herself on her knees down on the floor in front of his chair. He put his arms around her.

She was trembling horribly. He smoothed her hair back as she looked up to him, her face troubled and teary. He felt the fear inside of her.

"What is it, my love?" he asked her urgently. She'd been having nightmares ever since the second night in Rivendell, and even though he'd always been able to console her back to sleep, her face never looked as frightened as it did now.

Jairah could not speak, only press herself into Legolas' body, hugging him around the midsection. He kissed the top of her head, tried to comfort her. He spoke to her in their language, words of comfort, and of love. He stroked her head.

She would not stop shaking. Her long hair was spilling into his lap, and reached almost to the floor, she was in danger of sliding onto it. Legolas' loved Jairah's hair, and also did not want it touching the floor.

He gently pushed her back, making her release her embrace from around his torso. He bent down and picked her up, into his strong arms, and he looked her in the eyes.

"Another nightmare?" he asked in their Sylvan-tongue.

She did not speak, only nod her head, and then lean it on his shoulder. He did not like the way she was trembling.

He looked at Elrond, Aragorn, and Arwen, who were all watching with concern. Elrond, who understood the language of the Silver Elves, looked at Jairah with the most concern.

"These dreams have been plaguing you ever since you arrived, Jairah, daughter of Sandros." he said, rising from his chair and walking over to Legolas and Jairah, who was still in Legolas' arms. He put a hand on her forehead and shut his eyes.

He was trying to see inside her head, to see the nightmares, but for some reason he saw nothing but the trees of Lothlorien, sprinkling their golden leaves to the ground, and the image of Legolas. Not a bit of darkness did he see that would have been the remnants of the nightmares.

He removed his hand and stroked her hair. "Take comfort, Lady Jairah." he said with a smile. "The nightmares will not stay long. This is a joyous time for you, take heart."

She tried to smile at him, in gratitude, but the fear was still gripping her heart. She looked at Aragorn, and Arwen, who were leaving the room quietly, then to Legolas, who was looking at her, his eyes full of concern and love.

Elrond's hand left her face, and he started to up the stairs from whence Jairah had came, and he disappeared.

Legolas kissed Jairah's cheek and sat down in his chair again, with her arms still wound about his neck.

"What was it this time?" he said to her, in the Sylvan tongue again. He tucked one side of her long hair behind her pointed ear. He let his fingers run through the length of it before placing the hand around her waist.

Jairah shook her head. She'd stopped trembling.

"Blackness, Legolas, the same blackness. The same feeling, of hope dying and being drowned in thick black water. Something evil is in my mind, something horribly evil."

She shuddered, and he kissed her on the forehead. "Nothing evil will be able to touch you." he said softly. "Not as long as I am here."

The ice of fear around her heart started to break as he kissed her. She felt herself relaxing, as she always did she she was in the arms of her lover. She leaned her head on his shoulder again, and they sat in the chair, quiet for a moment.

Her thoughts drifted to what Lord Elrond had said. This was to be a joyous time for her, and Legolas. In a week they were to be married here, in the great hall. The hobbits and Gimli were coming, and Gandalf was to perform an ancient ceremony of the Sylvin people, uniting their souls together. Legolas' father, King Thranduil, was also to attend.

They sat there, quietly, untill Legolas broke the silence.

"It is late, love." he whispered. "Let's go take some rest now, shall we?"

She nodded, and he rose, with her still in his arms, and carried her up to their room.