DISCLAIMER: I own nothing from the mind of Tolkien. I do, however, own Zuri, as well as the plotline. So please, don't take 'em!

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Her eyes were green, and shone with intensity that he had never seen before. He felt as if the breath had been knocked out of him when she had looked up at him like that. She stared back at him with so much curiousity, and he couldn't help but wonder if prehaps his look mirrored her own. She was beautiful, by far the most beautiful elf he had set his eyes upon.

Her hair hung in loose, deep red curls, falling around her face, and down the length of her back. She brought a pale hand up, brushing it away from her full, peach-colored lips, and he found himself longing to be that hand. He then realized that he must have been staring for quite some time, for her eyes now glittered as a small smile played at her lips.

She turned then, looking back over her shoulder momentarily, the words, "Follow me" coming softly from her lips. She quickly ducked behind a tree, and he watched for a second as the train of her glimmering white dress slipped out of view. He stood up quickly from his spot sitting by the water's edge, running after her, not wanting to lose sight of her for long.

He turned his head hurriedly from side to side, looking around the deep forested area. Where had she gone? Without a trace she had disappeared. He sighed, turning slightly to his left, in hopes that by some miracle, she would have reappeared. He gasped when he found her to be right in front of his face, her smile wide, and warm enough to melt the ice that topped the mountains he had traveled over not so very long ago.

As he opened his mouth to speak, she gently placed a finger to his lips, signaling him to remain quiet. He took in a small amount of air as she began to lean in. He felt her warm, sweet breath on his face, tickling his nose and cheeks.

Her lips were almost to the point of gently caressing his own, when all of the sudden, something was terribly amiss. She seemed to be fading, the image of her prestine face, blurring around the edges, growing darker and darker, until all was black.

Legolas sat up with a start, looking around, not sure of where he was. He sighed in relief when he realized that he was in his own bed, in his own quarters, in his Father's palace for the first time in far too long. He shook his head from side to side, wiping at the small beads of sweat that had formed at his hairline.

He couldn't help but wonder who this mystery maiden from his dream was.

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She watched as his crystal clear blue eyes slowly began to flutter shut. She could feel the heat of his body melding into that of her own. Suddenly, it seemed a bit cooler. She saw his eyes fly open, and his form receding into the darkness that had suddenly consumed the two of them. It was so cold.

"Zuri. Zuri, my friend, wake up. The sun is rising, and my Father wishes to for us to be at breakfast early."

Zuri sat up, refocusing her already opened eyes on the world around her. It had all been a dream. She pushed her hair back from her porcelian face as she wondered who he could have been. Lately, he had haunted all of her dreams, and she wasn't sure what to make of it.

"Ahem," a voice to her right was cleared, coaxing her out of her thoughts. She looked over, immediately smiling at the sight her dear friend, Arwen.

She laughed a bit in embarassment, "I am sorry my friend. I was deep into a dream. How long do we have before we are expected to be in the dining hall?"

Arwen smiled, placing a hand on her friend's shoulder. Zuri had told her of her recent dreams, and she could only guess that this dream was tied into the others.

"Father says we're needed within the half hour, so I suggest you hurry."

Zuri nodded, and watched as Arwen gracefully moved toward the door. She opened it, looked back over her shoulder at her friend, thinking how she was much more like an older sister than anything else. She had lived with them since Arwen could remember, after her Father, a good friend of Elrond's had been killed in an orc ambush just outside the southern borders of Rivendell. Zuri's Mother had passed way whilst giving birth to her nearly 3,000 years before. Arwen smiled once again, then retreated.