Ok, I'm glad I didn't get any flames for my last chapter, when I last checked that is. This is really short and I'm posting it with the intention of not updating again for a few days. My dad's going into hospital for a while and I have to take care of him, so no comp for me. I was a little sad when I wrote this chap, it will continue don't you worry, but I don't think there is enough magic in this world to 'Bring them back', sorry Lady of Legolas.

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CHAP 6

"Who are you?" Sergeant Gordon looked up from the ground where he was studying the ashes scattered about, this fire was a confusing one and those three strangers were not helping his thoughts run smoothly.

The tall dark man stepped forward, his face was set in a grim look, and it didn't look like he had smiled in years. "I am Agent White, these are my partners." He motioned to the two others, a young dark haired man and blond women, both carrying the same seriousness the older man did.

The policeman got up and wiped his dirty hands on his pants before giving them all a polite handshake.

"It's about time you's guys got here, this is just damn confusing."

"Enlighten us." Agent White said, following the other man as he picked his way over to the other side of the room, walking around the chalked outlines of ashes that were obviously once human.

"Well, there is a stinking fierce blaze that just whips through here, touching no furniture, not sending the motel into a blazing inferno but totally wiping out at least a dozen people standing right here." He waved his hand over the floor. "And there is no propellant and no natural cause of it all, it started right here and seemed to turn into a firestorm." He stood in the middle of the room and pointed at a pile of ash that looked bigger than the rest, it was almost as if two people were amongst all that and the older man visibly flinched.

"Can you leave us, we need to carry out our own investigation and it will do no good if your men are contaminating the area." His voice was commanding, but it also seemed to carry a touch of sadness to it. Gordon shrugged it off and ushered everyone out of the room, glancing over his shoulder before he went out himself to see the woman crouch down on the ground, seemingly inspecting the ash in the centre.

"It should not have happened." She sighed and sifted through the ash, grimacing lightly at the morbid job, but she was searching for something and when she found it, all three sighed in relief. She blew on the gem slightly; blowing away the dust that coated it and held the ring up to the light, the ruby's facets glittering in the sunshine of late afternoon. She then handed it to the older man who put it straight onto his finger as she returned to inspecting the ash, sadness filling her face as she stared at it.

"They were as one, they finally came to recognize it and it was too late. It is such a loss; the greed of man is always the downfall of all, if only there were a few more good ones in this world, but the hope for that is as much as the hope for them to come back." The younger man spoke with a deep sense of loss and was startled when the lady turned her sharp stare upon him.

"Elrond! Do not judge them all for one; it was his own greed, nothing more. Not all are like that and I thought you to know better for all your years."

"I'm sorry fair Lady, I think old habits die hard." He stared at the floor before looking up at the older man. "Olórin, shall we take them back?" He sighed as the Maia nodded, producing the box brought along especially for that purpose.

"Yes. If only they had known sooner, then all of this could have been avoided."

"But we already know that the old "magic", so to speak, concealed their love for one another until they were faced with no doors. It was then, and only then that their feelings were revealed, we know that the rings bury deep emotion so as to not let it get out of control. It's very presence ensured they were hidden from each other until it was over, when it was all coming to an end. If this man had not pursued Haldir, he would never had spoken to the ring and relit the power, feeding off his very emotional state." Galadriel rose silently and let the Maia take her place as he scooped the ashes into the box. When he was done he straightened up and, laying a hand each on the shoulders of the two elves standing before him, he nodded.

"Are you ready?"

"We are." They replied simultaneously and a white light started growing in the room.

Sergeant Gordon sipped at his coffee, then thinking that the three FBI agents might want some too he grabbed the flask, moving quickly into the motel and to the weird taped off room.

"You want some…" He strode into the room and gaped, there was no one there. A soft breeze blew in through the hall, slightly moving the ashes all around. It was as though the two men and the lady had simply vanished into thin air, as though they had probably never been there in the first place and he shook his head, muttering about retirement as he walked back to get some more coffee.

TBC

A/N: This was really short, it needs to be as it is not as important as Legolas and Haldir. If you want to ask questions about it all, you may, I'll be glad to answer them.