On the Wings of a Dove.
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Chapter one.
"You should rest Legolas. I will stand guard 'till dawn."
The elf smiled at his companion gratefully, though he would not admit it, his mind and heart had been crying for rest for several days.
"Thank you Aragorn, I shall sleep if she lets me."
Aragorn grinned at him, the wind tugging at his hair. "Still haunting you? You should tell me of her some day."
Legolas forced a smile, but could not silence the voice in his mind. I would gladly tell you of her my friend, only I do not know her myself.
He lay down and closed his eyes.
Sleep was instantaneous, but brief. Even as he closed his eyes, her voice awoke, whispering in a form of elvish he could not understand.
He breathed in sharply.
"This has got to stop", he ran a pale hand through his long sleek hair in frustration, "I shall go mad if it does not."
Once again, Legolas closed his eyes to sleep.
Sweet relief.
This time no voice interrupted his dreams of home, allowing his mind to be swallowed by the rich velvet blackness of sleep.
He dreamt of home, of the trees of Mirkwood, and of the streams, as he always did. And as always he walked alone, finding strength in the silence and peace of the forest.
But tonight was different.
There was no peace to be found in the forest, the silence broken by a hushed whispering.
She is here.
I am here.
Now he saw her for the first time.
Tall, slender, and strangely beautiful. Her hair was long and shone pale like silver in the moonlight, her skin was smooth and perfect. Her eyes…
Dark, and dangerous, yet mournful, they were an emerald green in colour, and were filled with such light and power that Legolas could not draw his gaze from her.
As she turned to face him, the fabric of her dress was caught in the breeze, the skirt swept up, revealing pale ivory coloured shoes, and slender ankles. She walked towards him, her right arm raised, palm facing up.
She was carrying something. It was small and delicate, and clearly made of silver, set with a stone of some kind.
Legolas' sapphire eyes darted to the item in her hand. It was a bracelet, and the stone was an amethyst, deep purple and beautifully cut.
Take this, Legolas of the Silvan Elves, keep it close to you. Her voice was smooth and rich, her eyes fixed on his, commanding him to listen.
Keep it, and one day the Star of Celest shall lead you home.
But I am home.
She smiled, and tilted her head to one side lightly. One day you will understand, and my words shall be cherished.
With that she turned and began to walk away.
Legolas looked down and saw, to his surprise, that the bracelet was clutched firmly in his hand, the amethyst casting shadows over his youthful face.
Wait! Please, I need to know, who are you?
But she continued to walk, ignoring his plea.
Legolas shuddered, and slowly began to awake to the sounds of the hobbits cooking a light breakfast.
"Good to see you back with us, friend", Legolas looked up to see Aragorn watching him, "we thought you'd left us for good."
"Not at all, I am refreshed and ready to travel!"
Pippin leaned over and peered at Legolas' left hand. "What have you got there?"
Legolas felt his heart go numb, as he opened his clenched fist to reveal the silver bracelet given to him by the Elf maiden, the amethyst shinning clearly in the morning sun…