A/N: I'm back! I had a great time at Disney World! We did really well in competition. First place parade in our division, first place parade over all (Marching Band-no band camp cracks please) third place jazz ensemble, first place percussion ensemble, and, if I remember correctly, second place concert band-not too bad. We were one of the dominating bands there, one of two of them. I had a soar throat afterwards because I was cheering so much for my band, and also for the chorus, which got about four awards themselves. TROPHIES!!!! We did rather well, I'd say. Thanks for the wonderful reviews, Lady Celena, Misty, and THE writer Lioness. It really means a lot to get reviews, so keep em coming! Oh, and the bad news about the trip is that my group ditched me, and I wandered around the park alone for a little while. That was not fun, and I got a little scared, but I had my cell phone, so I was okay.

Disclaimer: I don't own anything that Tolkien wrote.

We woke up in each other's arms, and we were very warm. There must have been a point in the night when one of us rolled over to cuddle the other, and we just woke up like that. I was comforted by his presence at all times, and having him so close, I was completely unafraid. But as I looked into his eyes, something was troubling him, and something was weighing heavy on his heart. But what was it that weighed him down so heavily? I could not read that far into his heart, being only 2,972. It would be up to him to let me know, because I wanted him to trust me, and be able to come to me when he had something trying on his mind. I would have to let him come to me on his own.

Celena, there is something that I need to tell you.

What is it, Legolas? He was coming to me, so I knew that he trusted me. That pleased me, because I needed to be trusted to trust others.

I really don't think that it's a good idea that you come with us. I love you, and I don't want you to get hurt. Life without you would be unbearable, and I would not be able to continue on if I were to lose you. I have had my pick of the maidens all of my life, but they would not have cared if I was a frog. They were attracted to my title, not me, and you liked me before you knew that I was a prince, and you learned to trust me, as I trusted you. I just don't want to lose you, after just finding you. (A/N: I thought I needed a beyond gooey romantic scene, so how's this?)

This was the sweetest thing that I'd ever heard. He genuinely cared about me, and like I did not care that he was a prince, he did not care that my status was that of a peasant, with him being of royal blood. I only hoped that he would forgive me for what I was about to say. Legolas, I wish none of us had to do such a thing, but it is crucial that all of us go on the journey, and I hope that you understand that, truly I do, because I don't want to hurt you, but if you do not believe me, then we will both be hurt badly. I said this with caution, not knowing exactly how he would take it.

I understand, and I only wish that it were not so, but I know that it is vital that we are on this mission, because we cannot let Middle Earth fall. Let us be on our way, for great haste is needed. I was relieved that he understood, unlike most, who would be blinded to need by love. He had a good head on his shoulders, and he was not afraid to use it.

We gathered our belongings from the place we camped along the riverbed, and we set out again, trying to get through the rivers as swiftly as possible, which would not be difficult, since it moved swiftly and we moved with the river.

We came across a patch of more swiftly moving patch of water, and we knew that the rapids would not be far ahead, so we had to go onshore and walk through very soon, but we would stay in the boat until the rapids were about a league away. I sang softly while we paddled, and Legolas heard me. I had forgotten that I sang subconsciously until he spoke to me. You have a lovely voice. I really would like to hear you sing out, so I could hear your voice better.

My voice really isn't that great. My mother taught me some songs when I was little, and I just was remembering them, and I completely forgot that I wasn't alone. I don't normally sing when others are around.

Would you sing anyway, because you do have a lovely voice. We both jumped at Gimli voice.

Since BOTH of you are so insistent, I will sing, but only because I'm feeling nice right now. I decided to sing a slow ballad that my mother had taught me years ago, while my father was still alive. It was a high song, so it would be well heard. I only hoped it would not sound horrible.

Starless night will cover day

In the veiling of the sun

We will walk in bitter rain

But in dreams

I can hear your name

And in dreams

We will meet again

 That was beautiful. I knew that you could sing well from the way you sang when you were quiet, but you sing with such a passion, a fire, that I could not even begin to describe.

I was shocked, because I had never believed that I sang very well. I knew that I was not horrible, but I had never thought I was wonderful. I just did not know what to say. I really don't think that it was that great. I just like to sing, and I never really believed that I was very good. How do you think it was, Gimli?

My lady, it has left me speechless. I do not know what to say, it was so wonderful.

That just completely blew me away, because I was never very talented in anything except reading into the hearts of people. The rapids were now about a league away, so it was with need that we went to shore and prepared to traavel on foot until we had gone by the rapids. We would be carrying the boats and all other belongings, so we would be moving fairly slow. We would have a long, hard journey ahead of us that day.

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while, but I've been kind of pressed for time, and I've been in Disney world. I got back Sunday. I also need to finish the first book before I write much more, so it might be some time before I update again. I'm at The Breaking of the Fellowship, but I need time. Good news is that I gat 50 out of 61 on my SOL pretest for World History, so I might be able to pass and not have to take the course again. Cross your fingers! By the way, I hate history. The song in the fic is from the movie soundtrack, and I just think it's a really pretty song. If I got too mushy, tell me in a review. I really want reviews, so it would be nice to get a few. I also like to read a lot, so if you have any recommendations for books you think I might like, tell that to me in a review, or e-mail me. Would you believe that I'm one of the shy, smart, quiet kids that sits in the back of the classroom? Boys, I like to talk a lot. Okay, I'll stop this long author's note now.