Alexander returned back to that spot several times over the next couple of days in the hope that she would be there, but she never showed up and this worried him. But soon the show moving closer ensured that the blue eyes that helped to haunt his sleep were banished to one side in all the chaos that mounting another of the "Estel Collection" Shows usually entailed. *~*~*~* Legolas sat still in the back of the car as his driver rambled on about the local scenery. "It is very lovely, yes." His eyes returned to scanning the horizon and remembering another time, when he and the fellowship had a purpose to be trampling over the land, when he could hear nature. "Instead of noise." "Did you say something sir?" Legolas smiled. "I asked if the song was by that group Art of Noise?" As the driver switched to talk of music, Legolas cursed Arwen's stubbornness, despite remembering the joy in her voice with the last left voice mail.

"It's him, right down to the eyes. He had been right all along." He sighed, the weight of thousands of years of being her minder as she went on this quest for the other half of her soul heavily sitting on him as he looked out the window. "Melyanna, I hope for your sake as well as my own that this is the man you seek." He couldn't bear to hear the sobs like he had heard the night they laid Elessar in the silent street. Arwen had allowed herself only one night to cry for what had been and then after that heartbreaking night, her heart and soul were tucked away. She was an automaton. Legolas figured that was the night that Arwen turned against all things elvish. "I don't know who you are but please for all of our sakes. Don't hurt her." *~*~*~* Arwen had bought the land years before, so long that Legolas had even forgotten the exact date. However, it had been built and remodeled so many times that it now resembled its owner. It was light and elegant with whimsy running here and there throughout. Her favorite place was the open air chapel, with its wood work reminiscent of Rivendell, which was also the inspiration for the name of her home. It was there that she sat staring up at the stars. Her fingers ran idly over the simple silver mithril band that he had given her with its elegant elvish inscription inside. "How to handle this..." She heard him before she saw him and it was with a smile that he spoke without moving from the door. "You handle it with one foot in front of the other Princess." She nodded and turned to him. "Queen to you, you lowly Prince of Mirkwood." The regalness cracked fast as he came at her with a look of disgust. She could barely make out what he was muttering under his breath. "So, I'm just a lowly Prince of Mirkwood, well I wonder what that makes you, my dear Princess of Rivendell." She lunged for him, her smile as bright as Erendil. "That makes us, friends and kin."