Part 2

Fahrwen (Please note: I had to skip a bit of time, I hope you all get where I am) Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas, or any of the other characters featured here- don't sue me as I have no money. The only character that is mine is the elf lady whose name has not yet been revealed. I forgot to write this on the last chapter, but it applies there as well.

"The ring must be destroyed!"

" You cannot wield it, none of us can!"

"It must be cast back into the firey chasms of Mount Doom from whence it came."

"I will be dead before I see the ring in the hands of an elf!"

"You have my bow."

"Nine companions."

The memories of the Council Meeting fluttered around his head like confused butterflies as he sat at the long table making ready to feast. Not that much of the party felt like eating. He could not believe how much had happened in the expanse of time that had been the Council Meeting: his dislike for dwarves had deepened, that one named Gimli especially. Something had come to light about Boromir, though he was not sure if it was a good thing, it had been decided that the One Ring was to be destroyed, and he was one of nine companions to attempt this.

A few weeks ago he had not even been sure that the ring had been found, there were so many gossipers that could easily have sparked a rumour. But the Council Meeting had proved the ring had been found, he'd even SEEN it!

His mind was reeling, but it soon stopped when she entered the room. The elf lady he'd seen last night came into the room, today dressed in riders attire. To Legolas' joy she seated herself right opposite him. His mind now began reeling again, but for different reasons. She looked up and smiled again, she looked even better close up.

"Hello again." She said lightly.

Legolas could only smile at her.

Through the meal he tried not to look at her, for fear of blushing or spilling something. But he was conscious of her eyes on him. A couple of times he looked up to see her watching him, though she tried to hide it. She turned to talk to another lady elf beside her and Legolas took the chance to admire her while she was unaware. He noted her amazing eyes and the way her mouth was always smiling. Her brown hair shimmered with blonde when she moved and her beautiful shape was brought out in her tight clothes.

She got up gracefully, smiled at him and went up to the other end of the table, greeting people as she went. He never let her out of his view line and was busy watching her pour some rose water into a crystal glass. Her delicate fingers, yet strong arms tilting the jug so.- "ow!"

He felt a finger poke him in the shoulder, he turned to see Aragorn, a member of the nine and a new friend of his, crouching behind him.

"If you stare anymore you will bore holes into her." He said chuckling.

Legolas' eyes widened in panic-

" I wasn't-"

"I think you'll find you were," interrupted Aragorn, "don't fret, she's been doing her fair share too."

Legolas' ears were turning pink.

"Do you know who she is?" he asked quietly.

"Her name's Fahrwen. She is one of the Dunedain, quite a good friend of mine actually."

"What's she like?"

"I think it's for you to find that out. I'll say two things; you'll like her, and go for it. You have nothing to lose, anyway- she likes you." Aragorn chuckled to himself and walked back to his seat, just as Fahrwen sat down.

"I didn't realize you knew Aragorn." She said in a musical voice that Legolas felt he would never forget.

"I haven't for long, he's going with us to-" he stopped himself, thinking that everyone seemed to have momentarily forgotten about the task that lay ahead. He didn't want to spoil the mood.

"Mordor? Yes I know. I should really stick to the 'Dark Realm' or something, the proper name still has rather drastic effects on some people." As she said this, a nosy elf that had been listening in on their conversation, turned white as a sheet, got up and left the table.

Legolas made a face as if to say 'oops' and Fahrwen laughed.

While the two of them had been talking, a group of elves had gathered in a corner and had set up lots of interesting looking instruments. Music belted out of the instruments and filled the room. It was a well-known song and much liked by most. Legolas noticed couples getting up to dance, Aragorn and Arwen being one. He decided to bite the bullet,

"Would you like to dance?"

She smiled again and stood up-

"I thought you'd never ask, I'm warning you I'm really bad."

"No elves are bad at dancing."

He took her hand, savouring her touch so that he could think of it later, and led her to the other couples.

He was sure that Aragon winked at him from Arwen's shoulder, but he didn't pay much attention.

Fahrwen rested her head on Legolas' shoulder, he slid his hand gently around her waist and they began to dance in a little world of their own. Legolas felt as though he could never let her go and he was glad that she wasn't looking at him at that moment because he might well have drowned in her eyes. He longed to close his eyes so he could dream of a different time and a different place, but if he did he feared he would trip and end this fantasy.

It seemed much too short a time before the song ended and he almost cried out in anguish. But luckily he did not and he politely thanked her for the dance.

Fahrwen's eyes sparkled at him as she brought her head close to his cheek, he could feel her warm breath tickling his skin. He thought she was going to kiss him until she started whispering in his ear.

"Would you like me to show you around Rivendell?" she asked, Legolas could have sworn there was a hint of seduction in her voice, but after a moment it was gone.

He nodded and she took his hand.

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