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By evening, the news was known throughout Rivendell. A company consisting of Hobbitt, Man, Elf and Dwarf was on its way to parts unknown to the whisperers. IT was also said that those who left were destined not to return, that the task was perilous. Adara's heart leapt to her throat and remained as she heard those words repeated by two archers of Mirkwood. They were not to be allowed to go and serve their Prince. She stood in the shadows where she had hidden when she had seen them approach. No one was eager to repeat this news in her presence.

She had sat in her rooms as the shadows grew long with the setting sun, waiting for Legolas to return, yet he did not come. By full dark she had heard the whispers and was determined to find him and seek the truth. Not sure where she was to go and whether her presence would be welcomed she stayed closed to the shadows.

She discovered that the company was to spend the night at the edge of Rivendell and begin the journey at first light. She sat in darkness using all of the skills she had learned to escape the unwanted attention of men to hide her from the ever watchful eyes of the Elf and the one they call Strider. Twice they had looked in her direction and she was uncertain if she truly had escaped their glances. A distant storm was threatening to break and she hoped they would dismiss any sound she made as the wind, which was beginning to pick up.

Soon, the company settled in for the night. Legolas, being an elf and not needing sleep, asked the leave of the others to walk among the trees. He left the others as they reclined beside a small fire. She pressed herself against the huge tree as he passed by her. He was so deep in thought she decided he had not known she was there.

After walking what seemed like hours, he stood quite still and closed his eyes. HE began to sing softly in his tongue to the trees. She closed her own eyes and stood silently for a moment, holding his voice in her memory. She let her mind go over all that had happened in the two short days that she had been with him and her heart constricted at the thought of his not returning. A soft, almost inaudible sigh left her lips.

When she opened her eyes, Legolas was standing in front of her. His eyes were flaming and he took her without a sound into his arms. He buried his face in her hair and was overcome with passion that had driven Men mad. With no other thought than to touch her lips with his own, he kissed her. The night seemed to respond to the depth and passion of that kiss. The storm that had been coming all night struck just as his lips touched hers and wind whipped around them. Thunderstruck and they had no need for words and lightning tore through the sky and they had no need for sigh except for each other. Rain fell hard and unrelenting, yet unnoticed by the two. When he thought he would be consumed, he lifted his head. He did not release her but pressed his cheek to hers and breathed. He knew then that the joy he had felt from being among the trees would pale from that moment on in comparison to the fierce joy he felt in her arms.

The storm passed without their knowledge and soon dawn threatened the eastern sky. In a gesture that become heartbreaking his, he held her face in his hands and studied her face with eyes that could pierce the darkness. "Return to me." she whispered. "Theid mi Dhachaugh, I'll return home." he whispered and when she blinked he was gone.