Disclaimer: yah, you've heard it all before. Don't own anyone in this story, 'cept Bekki and Michelle. Budda bing, budda boom. There we go.

Chapter IX

*Isengard*

"She should be fine once her wounds heal. I suggest you stay here until that time has come. With out the proper Elven treatment, that may not be for quite some time." Bekki heard being said as she slipped back into consciousness.

"But will she heal?" Legolas' voice was wracked with distress and worry. "Gandalf, please, tell me."

"She should, she seems to be strong. Now I suggest you rest, Prince. You and your companions have been through much in your ride to get here." Gandalf told him.

"I will not leave her!" Legolas snapped defiantly.

"As is your wish. I will leave you now." Gandalf replied and a door slammed shut. Bekki felt a trembling hand caress her face, and someone breathing close to her face.

"I'm sorry Tararith...." Legolas whispered close to her ear. He kissed her with a butterfly touch. "Please forgive me." His voice was racked with painful sobs. Bekki although weak felt tears rolling down her own cheeks, she wanted to hug him, but her strength was failing again, and she slipped back into unconsciousness.

*Isengard, a week or so later*

"How is she?" Arwen asked quietly. Aragorn turned to her and Gimili, and in a hushed tone told them Bekki was on the mend. He looked behind him at the bed and at the elf sleeping in it, then at the blonde elf laying on top of the blankets, worn out with worry.

"We should leave them, so as not to surprise them when they wake." Aragorn muttered, stewarding them towards the door.

"We must speak with Gandalf anyway." Gimili reminded the Gondor king. Aragorn nodded and they left.

"Hmm... ah...." Bekki murmured opening her eyes a little to se where she was. She wasn't home like she'd wished, she wasn't even in her room in Mirkwood, she was in a dark grey room, in a silver bed with purple canopy, and floor to ceiling length windows. She turned on her side as much as her torso wound would allow, and a smile found it's way to her face when she spotted the sleeping elf next to her.

Usually he looked beautiful when he slept, like he did all the time, but now he look so different. His mouth and jaw were drawn in a hard set way, making him look so angry, but he wasn't. That the lines on his forehead showed. they were lines of worry, and the bags under his eyes showed this must've been the first bit of sleep he'd had for some time. His hair was all matted and tangled around his fair face, it made Bekki feel guilty that she had caused such a beautiful creature so much pain and anguish.

"I... I'm sorry Legolas." She mumbled, entwining her fingers in his hair. "I didn't mean to make you angry." She stroked his face with the back of her hand, and moved closer to him, with some difficulty. "I'm sorry...." She scanned his face again, noticed something, his open eyes, were staring at her, and the angry face he'd been making was now replaced with an almost sad/happy face. "Legolas?"

"You're awake..." Legolas smiled and stretched.

"Yeah...." Bekki replied "How long was I out?"

"Eight days, fifteen if you include the ride here." Legolas replied in a simple tone.

"Oh..." Bekki felt guilty. "I guess I had you worried, huh?"

"No not really, Elves are immortal, remember." Legolas gave her a side ways look. Bekki's face went hard and she pouted.

"Nice to know you were worried about me!" She snapped, leaning back in her pillows. "I was wondering, is there any way I could get home from Middle-Earth?" Legolas stopped in his tracks when she said 'Home' and 'Middle-Earth' in the same sentence.

"You want to go back to your world." He asked.

"Why shouldn't I? I got nothing going for me here. No-one cares about me, in my world or here, so I really don't fit in any where, maybe I'd be better off dead." Bekki retorted morbidly.

"That isn't true and you know it." Legolas snorted.

"Why isn't it true Legolas?! What makes you think it's not tru-"

"Because I love you, OK!" Legolas yelled standing up. "When I said it before, it was just a weak, small feeling, but now it's the strongest feeling I've ever had! I've never left your side while you've been resting! I have been worried sick about you! I thought about killing myself if you never woke up again! And you know the reason I stayed by your side?" His voice had become more quiet now, and it was almost filled with remorse, like he was regretting saying what he was. "Love. That's why. Love wouldn't let me leave, I didn't want to miss you when you came too. I didn't want you to get scared of this place you were in. And this is the thanks I get!"

Bekki didn't look away from Legolas' intense blue eyes. They were blood shot and it showed he hadn't slept in days.

"Why do you think I got so upset when you said you did care about our relationship all those days ago? did you think was just acting, so I didn't dent your ego? Fuck no! I was really hurt by what you said, Legolas, I've never been in love before. And this feeling, it... it scares me... " She paused wondering weather she should carry on. "... I've always thought, feelings this strong can't be wrong, can they? But maybe this time, they are." She sighed and looked at a fold in the purple throw.

There was an awkward silence which was broken by Legolas, sitting himself back down on Bekki's bed next to her and placing an arm around her shoulders.

"I don't think so." He said simply and cuddled her.

"Ah, careful of my cuts." Bekki groaned, moving so she was comfortable, lying on Legolas' chest.

"Tararith. Are you still for ruling Mirkwood with me?" Legolas asked.

"I will be..." Bekki replied with a sigh shutting her eyes and listening to Legolas's heart beat. It matched her own and she had the first idea that they were really made for each other. Legolas's eyes shut and slowly the pair drifted off into the sleep. *AN: or in my world, sleepy, sleepy laa laa land! *giggles**

Chia: Ok, kinda short, but sweet, right? Please R and R!