A/N: I don't own any of the chacters in this story except for the ones that are not in the Lord of the Rings trilogy by John Ronald R. Tolkien.

Chapter1 the Arrival

One morning the eyes of Legolas awoke to see the land he cried out to Gimli with great joy. Gimli could not see it though but non-the-less was overjoyed. Later that day they reached the land. They did not see a port anywhere around so the anchored and went to shore. The land was so beautiful. There were the most defined colors of green the two of them had ever seen. Gimli was at a lost for words. The mountains were fair and dark in the distance. There were lush plains as fair as either of them had laid eyes upon, and a forest that Legolas admired most. At long last, Legolas turned and look upon he ship.

"Thank you fair Ithilien, you have served us well."

Legolas smiled for he knew of his fondness for the ship he alone created, and at he had the fond memories of his good friends that had passed across the sea long ago. He remembered his great part in the destroying of the one ring of power. That was when he had first met his great friend Gimli. They together had become the grandest of friends. So much that some say there was no greater friendship then that between an Elf and dwarf.

He recalled so much in the small amount of time. He thought of Elrond coming to him and asking him to be part of the fellowship, the departure of Rivendell and the hardships of the pass through the misty mountains. He thought of the disapproval he had against entering Moria and the fall of Gandalf there. He remembered Lothlorien. How there, his friendship with Gimli had become true, and the Bow from Lady Galadriel, which to that very day slung upon his shoulder, was given as a gift to him. He recalled the great river where he shot down the flying enemy to this day he did not know what it was. He thought of the departure of Boromir, and trying to save his little friends, Merry and Pippin, from the Orcs. The riders of Rohan and the later discovering of Gandalf the White passed though his mind. His memory was great of the great battles that took place there after and finding Merry and Pippin with the Ents, and seeing Frodo once again after the ring had been destroyed. And things that happened after.

They had both wept a fair amount upon leaving Middle Earth. Gimli was most disheartened, for he was a dwarf and little to none of them ever dared to cross the sea. They were glad they had arrived though.

Legolas sat for a while looking at his beautiful surroundings. Gimli hadn't yet said a word. He was quietly munching on some Lembas (which had become his favorite food.) Then the thought occurred to him how were he and his friend ever to find civilization, much less the others that had already passed.

"Gimli,"

"Hmmm…"

"How are we going to find the others?"

It became very apparent that Gimli hadn't thought of this either. For at that instant he choked. Legolas smiled at his friend coughing and seeing tears steaming from his eyes.

"I had not thought of that." Gimli sputtered.

"Well, whatever we decide to do we should wait until the light of tomorrow, for it is growing dark and I shouldn't want to be going back to the boat now not knowing what is in these waters."

So they decided to wait until the morning light came. As Legolas laid there he felt an uneasiness sweep over him. He had not felt that kind of trouble in his mind since before the destruction of the ring. He then fell into a very uneasy slumber.