Notes: Okay, thanks for the response *grins* I put two parts together and made them number four. I hope you will like it. Dedicated to the people in New Zealand who may not know it but they are beautiful. And so is their country.



-------------The Company Leaves--------------

"And this, Master Legolas, is Valour. He's a good horse, Master Legolas. Indeed a fine horse. Trained himself I did, yes," The Hobbit said proudly and nodded towards the beautiful black stallion standing on the field.

Legolas could not help himself but to think of Samwise Gamgee, the Hobbit that had followed Frodo around like a dog. "He is beautiful, I agree," Legolas said and looked at the horse. "Tula sinome!"

The horse lifted his head and walked up to Legolas and blew across his face. The Elf smiled and stroke the horse's neck and back before gently jumping up. The Hobbit looked up in wonder. "Now that is something I have never seen, Master Legolas. What an amazing way to ride!"

"An Elf impressing a Hobbit for show. Wonders no not cease to come," a light and fair voice said from behind as Seere walked silently up to them.

"I was not showing off," Legolas said calmly as he sat there. "And I ride in Elvish fashion, as always"

Seere smiled and looked at the Hobbit. "Tell me your name, horseman"

The Hobbit smiled proudly. "My name is Hannan Fairbanks, thank you very much. From Hobbiton itself and one of the finest"

Seere smiled and knelt down. "Thank you for your kindness and the horses, Mister Fairbanks...here..." she took off an Elven pin from her cloak. "This one was made by the Elves of Rivendell. It is my gift to you. Take care of it"

The Hobbit almost started crying in pure joy. "Oh, it is too much," he said and hugged her. "Too much," he repeated and yet he accepted it and held it close to his heart. Then he walked off and Seere could not help but smile.

"You seem quite fond of Halflings"

Seere looked up at Legolas and ached a brow. "Why? Do you not like Halflings?"

Legolas smiled to her and jumped off the horse. "Hobbits are nice creatures. I knew a few very nice ones back in time..." his voice trailed off as he remembered his dead friends.

Seere saw indeed the look in his eyes and did not wish to bring on bad memories. She walked to the horse and whispered to it. It nodded and ran to the field again.

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So the Company left at dawn, for Orcs seldom travelled by day. Still, the Kong found himself enjoying the company of Seere, for she was indeed a very beautiful and polite Elf. He did, however, have no compassion over the Elf Legolas. Legolas did not care much for the King, either. He had expected more of Arwen and Aragorn's grandson.

The rode by day and slept by night. Legolas did not sleep, even if Seere asked him to. "Your the sake of my sanity, then. Seeing you pacing around the camp is like watching a dragon fly over the air. You cannot rest. Legolas, please. I beg you. Rest. Only for one night. I can keep watch, for my eyes are as keen as yours"

Legolas looked at her and nodded. "I will rest," he said calmly and went to the nearest tree where he sat down. Seere watched him and nodded, before taking her bow and walking lightly over to the outside of the camp.

After a few hours, a cry was heard. "Orcs!"

Legolas was already awake and ready for he had smelled them long ago. The rest of the camp got up as Seere cried out and were now ready with their weapons. "Have any of you ever battled Orcs before?" Legolas asked as he ran in front of the King.

"No"

"Aim low and keep an eye out. These creatures were once Elves," Seere yelled and fired an arrow at an Orc. It fell to the ground and lay motionless. The battle had begun. Jalus jumped in front of an Orc and quickly killed him, the foul creature's blood spurting on his clothes. He let out a battle cry as he moved to slay another.

Legolas found himself in the need of more arrows. In the lack of it, he moved into the battle with his knife ready. Every time he closed an Orc body pierced by one of his arrows, he grabbed it and fired it.

Seere fired at the archers, being in higher ground with plenty of arrows. If she ran out, she would too join the attack. King Maradrion actually found himself enjoying the battle quite much. He stabbed an Orc down and moved to another. Ragnar cried out in fear and anger as he attacked as well.

"Gurth goth Tel'Mithrim!"

Legolas had not heard such a powerful battle cry since he fought with Aragorn. It brought a smile to his face as he fired an arrow at the leader of the Orcs.

Legolas did not notice the Orc coming up behind him, nor did he see the spear that he raised just behind his back...-







--Realizations----

An arrow sang through the air and hit the Orc between the shoulder blades before he could slay Legolas. Seere, having spent her last arrow, jumped down into the small clearance now serving as a battlefield for the Orc attack. She left out a cry as she drove her Elven knife into the midsection of an Orc.

Indeed, the last Orcs fled and the Company were left standing there on the once green clearance. The bloody bodies of the dead Orcs were covering the soft grass and a foul stench was arising.

Ragnar went to a bush to throw up, for the stench was too much for him. Jalus and the King did not look too good themselves. Only the Elves seemed unaffected but that was merely because of their experience.

Maradrion looked at the Orcs in disgust. "You said these foul creatures were once Elves. How can something as beautiful as Elves being transformed into...this?" he demanded, raising his eyes to meet Seere's.

"In the time of the First Age, Morgoth captured and tortured Elves. This is the result of that. Evil has taken them. Some went by themselves, for Morgoth was a very powerful God. Some were taken, for there was not much to do once you were broken. But these are no longer Elves to us," Seere spoke softly and knelt down to take up an arrow from the back of an Orc.

Legolas, who was not paying attention to her suddenly turned and whistled loudly. The horses came towards them yet again and he cried, "Get up! We must leave now!"

Seere looked up into the sky and she knew. "Nazgûl..."

The Company got up on their horses and rode of. Only Seere hesitated and she heard it clear as day. A shriek of anger, evil and hate emerged itself throughout the forest as a warning. She felt sadness and anger, since this meant that evil was growing in Mordor.

And someone was watching them.

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Legolas rode up beside Seere many hours later. Night had turned to day and the sun was high over the sky. He had watched her closely, seeing something familiar in her. Though he had never met her before, Legolas felt something there. Something similar to what he had felt in Lothlòrien.

And then it hit him. For beauty like that was rare indeed, even for Elves. Her hair was just as shiny and her eyes just as keen. "You...You are Anadriel's daughter"

She looked at him, for he had spoken softly in Elvish and her mind was drifting away. "That was my mother's way, yes. She died many years ago"

He nodded, for he knew well of Anadriel of Lothlòrien and her death. For when he returned to Mirkwood, after being with the fellowship, he heard that his mother had died in an Orc attack. She, as well as her maidens were killed brutally when defending themselves. It had saddened him, for not only had he lost his mother but also a friend.

Anadriel had saved him on Lothlòrien, when he was mourning over Mithrandir.

He knew of Anadriel's marriage as well as her having a daughter.

That would make Seere younger than he had guessed. A mere child, in fact. Though a child in these times were not much to be said. "I heard. She defended my mother bravely, until they both died in the hands of the Orcs. That makes you...the only Lorien Elf left in this land"

She turned her head and looked at him. "Lorien Elf? I am not of the Blessed Realm," she said and rode up beside the King, away from Legolas. Legolas remained silent, not sure if he had upset her. He never was good around female Elves, at least not now.