Anyone remember this?  Celine?  Minka?

Don't own them!

The Hidden Side

            Galadriel and Celeborn couldn't sleep.  They sat curled up in a tree together, watching the stars and the moon, discussing the current events.

            More specifically, they were discussing the mysterious letters addressed to them and their companions.  "I did not find any more today, Celeborn," Galadriel whispered.  Celeborn frowned and pulled a slip of paper from his pocket.

            "I found one, addressed to you, Legolas, and elves in general.  Perhaps we don't need to show this to the others.  The hobbits can get a bit . . . overenthusiastic when it comes to these."

            Galadriel took the paper from her husband and read it quietly.  "Galadriel, you see what people feel and think.  Can you do that also without your ring?  Or do you only have extraordinary powers with your Ring, and without it you are just a normal Elf?  Why, that's simple enough.  Even without my ring, I'm a powerful sorceress.  I haven't lived these thousands of years doing nothing.  My true powers come from nature itself, not Nenya.  I only use her to keep Lorien alive and pure in the dark times we suffered."

            "Read on," Celeborn whispered.

            "Do Elves celebrate their birthdays?  And if so, how important is it to you?  Again, another easy one.  Younger elves celebrate their birthdays often, placing great importance on it.  Once we reach about 1000 to 2000, it's no longer as important.  We see no need to celebrate it, but we do, occasionally, especially if our children or friends insist.  Much like humans, we enjoy forgetting our true age."

            Celeborn smiled.  "The last is for Legolas.  It's a bit smudged, perhaps we should rewrite it and place it in his hand.  I feel it will soothe his spirit a little."  Galadriel read the rest of the letter and nodded.

            Legolas woke up and stretched like a cat.  He noticed a slip of paper, rolled up and tied with a ribbon, lying next to his pillow.  Curious, the golden prince unrolled it and read it to himself.

            I'm looking over the water.

            That is moving, just like I was moving.

            You were just like the water.

            The colour was the same as your eyes were.

            I want to be blind and deaf.

            So that I cannot see and hear that life is lost without you.

            So I will stay here.

            And I will be waiting

            Until the water will be moving again.

            And one day I will come to you, but not yet, not yet

            I know you will be waiting for me

            And I will be waiting for that day to come.

            Amin mela lle, Namarie.

            (I love you, good bye)

            Legolas reread the letter several times, letting memories wash over him.  Memories of his past life, with his beloved.  Standing up suddenly, he rolled the letter up again and tied it carefully, tucking it into his pocket.  Until that day came, he would face the world with renewed spirits.

            Up in the tree, Galadriel and Celeborn watched the smile on the prince's face.  "Thank you, Celine, whoever you may be," Celeborn whispered.

            "You have managed to bring some joy back to the little Greenleaf," Galadriel finished.

Listen, I'm sorry for the long wait, short chapter, and all, but WE NEED YOU TO CONTRIBUTE QUESTIONS.  Without questions, we can't really continue this fic.

Never mind the fact that Erie seems to be MIA.  I hope she comes back soon, wherever she may be.

~Crawler and Erie