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Before I sailed West, my story must be told.

This story recounts the love between myself, Legolas Greenleaf, and Aragorn, son of Arathorn. It stretches like the blue sky across the ages, and as I now prepare to leave with those I hold dear, I felt I should leave behind some hope as Men take up the Fourth age.

I sat beside the warm campfire, mending a few of my arrows. The children were laughing and playing their games nearby, while everyone else was busy doing other things. I kept glancing around, though, looking for the one I loved. I also kept a discreet eye on the children, who loved to play tricks on everyone. I was glad I was wearing my green cloak, for it was starting to get slightly cold out, even for an elf. My blue shirt and dark leggings served me well in the chilly wind. My blond hair had its braids in it, as always. I had my small daggers and short sword in their sheaths, as well.

My nimble fingers flew over the broken arrows, repairing them easily. It was a task I had done many times. But usually, Aragorn would be sitting beside me. I just had to be content with the knowledge that I would have him to myself later. I sighed happily. Every day seemed like a wonderful dream to me. If it was truly a dream, then I never wanted to wake up. I closed my eyes and brought his image to my mind. I hadn't gotten a chance to speak with my lover for a few hours now. Hands encircled me around the waist, from behind, as a figure knelt down. I gasped softly and tried to turn to see who it was. A low chuckle sounded, and I knew instantly who it was.

"Daydreaming?" Aragorn teased, his warm breath blowing onto one of my pointed ears.

I shivered involuntarily. "No," I told him, a mischievous look in my eyes. "I was thinking."

Aragorn whispered, "Thinking about what?"

"What the West looks like, will we have enough to eat, and other such things." I grinned at him, as he pretended to be hurt. "And you, of course." Aragorn got his revenge by suddenly tickling me on my ribs. I choked back my laughter, as I struggled to keep silent. "Aragorn," I protested, biting my lips to keep from laughing. I twisted in his grasp and looked up at him.

Aragorn smiled, and before I could say anything, he pulled me to my feet. His arms were wrapped around my waist, as he held me close. He kissed me tenderly, and I returned it immediately, bliss soaring through both of us. At times it seemed that it was impossible. That this special human was mine to hold and love. By Elven standards, Aragorn would not be considered handsome, but he was by mine. And his personality was endearing to me. After a few moments, Aragorn pulled back and looked at me.

"Legolas, the rest of us are going hunting. Please watch Haldir's children," my love requested.

I frowned. "Why am I not to go?"

Aragorn sighed. "Tis not my doing, Legolas. Haldir thinks you are a good influence on his children."

"I'm not a nanny," I protested.

"I hope not," Aragorn said, teasing me slightly. I sighed again, disappointed.

"I did hope to either have a chance to be alone with you or go hunting. It seems that I am to do neither." Aragorn kissed me firmly again, soothing away my unhappiness at the decision. I moaned softly in pleasure, and looked at the one I loved. "Very well," I said, resigned. "Be careful."

"As I always am," Aragorn murmured. "You be careful, too." He lowered his voice slightly. "And we can be alone later."

"We shall see, Estel," I told him, a sparkle of challenge in my blue eyes.

He slyly grinned at me. 'A challenge, Legolas?' he questioned in Elvish.

'Until you have beaten me in a spar today, you may not have me,' I replied, using Elvish as well. I looked up at him, and saw the amusement in his grey eyes. I was distracted by how well the outfit he wore suited him. He had a dark cloak, green shirt, and dark leggings. His brown hair was unkempt, as always. His eyes still reminded me of a storm before it strikes. Anduril hung at his side, as always.

'Then I will enjoy beating you later,' Aragorn told me.

"Arrogant, aren't you?" I whispered, winking.

Aragorn murmured, "Not arrogant. Truthful." He kissed me once more, probably to distract me. This kiss was even deeper than the last one, and sent warmth through me from my head down to my feet. I gave Aragorn a staggering kiss in return, as he cupped my face in his hands.

"Aragorn, time to go," Haldir called.

Aragorn cursed softly in Elvish. "I have to go," he said.

I smiled gently. "All right. But next time, you stay behind with the young ones."

A spark of challenge was in his eyes now. "We shall see," he mimicked.

"Farewell," I murmured. "Good hunting."

Aragorn nodded, before turning and walking away. He swiftly reached Haldir and the other elves.

I returned to my sitting position by the fire, and looked over at the children. They were looking back at me curiously.

Now what could I do to entertain them, I wondered.

To be continued