"What was the inspiration for that one?"

Alexander turned to see the image and smiled, it had been the woman of his dreams but yet in two separate forms, one modern as she smiled from over her shoulder while the other who was faintly behind her was ghostly and yet very clear with her sad blue eyes.

With a twinkle in his own eyes, he leaned over. "Do you believe in ghosts?"

*~*~*~*

Arwen sat in the car, her whole demeanor one of pensive tension.

"Do you plan to join me?"

She turned her head and looked at Legolas, who leaned with one arm against the side of the car, the other at his side.

With a sigh, she shook her head.

"No, I figured I would stay here and test out the fine Corinthian leather." The exasperation in his eyes made her smile at him. "Of COURSE I plan to join you."

Carefully she made her way to the edge of the seat and gracefully slipped out of the car.

She looked a vision in simple white, her hair held up with clips and the rest down in waves of ink.

Legolas looked at her and his blue eyes grew darker. "You're scared."

She surprised them both by nodding. "Yes, yes I am and you should be too. Legolas, this changes everything."

He nodded. "This changes nothing. Princess, you've known this would come. You've held onto that all this time. You take this as it comes."

Gently laying his arm around her, he pointed to the gallery.

"We're going to go inside; you're going to find him AFTER I check him out."

He chuckled as Arwen clamped her eyes shut and let out an "aw no."

"For all we know, he could look like him but be my dwarf reincarnated. Arwen he needs to be seen by someone who doesn't see him with the eyes of his greatest love."

She sighed. "You're right." Catching the gleam in his eyes, she pointed a finger.

"Don't start."

*~*~*~*

Alexander stood quietly listening to Elsie rambling about how much of a success the show was.

"You've practically sold everything here Alex."

Catching on that he wasn't listening, Elsie turned to look at him with worry in her eyes.

"Are you alright?"

He nodded as he caught sight of the two newest visitors.

It was her and he felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of her dressed so simply as she stopped at the canvas of the two hers.

"Please turn around; please turn around oh please just turn around."

He stopped himself for sounding like a teen with a crush.

"I don't know her, she doesn't know me and I'm being a fool."

As he made his way towards her, a young man with intensely blue eyes waylaid him.

"I want to talk with you Estel."

*~*~*~*

Arwen stood quietly at the self-portrait and tilted her head.

It was like looking at a fog shrouded figure of someone you knew and not knowing at the same time and it made her wonder just how he dreamt of her.

Coming closer, she looked up at the corner of the painting and her eyes widened.

"He can't be remembering that."

Her eyes closed as she remembered when she had come to him in Gondor.

After tidying up from the long journey, she came to join him in the garden and the smile on his face would linger in her heart for the rest of her days.

He finally had her, no more fear, no more doubt and no more time apart.

The dreamy haze faded with her hearing Legolas call him out.

*~*~*~*

Alexander looked at the younger man and wondered where it was he had seen him before.

Legolas was in a loose fitting dark suit with a white shirt with no tie, his hair cut to his shoulders.

To look at him, Alexander figured that he was a rock star, some sort of a celebrity because of the out of the ordinary looks.

"Can I help you?"

He nodded. "I just wanted to say hello and to also say how wonderful the artwork of my cousin is."

Alexander blinked. "Cousin."

Before he could speak, Arwen appeared.

"You have to forgive him, he's rather impulsive. I keep trying to beat it out of him but it's not working."

The icy glare from him sent her into giggles.

Once she was calmer, Arwen held out her hand.

"I should properly introduce myself and the henchman here."

He nodded, dumbstruck at the glare from the other man.

"I'm Arwen Undomiel and this, this is Legolas."

Alexander could only nod in response and wished he could find his voice.

Staring at the young man who was turned sideways to Arwen, it suddenly hit him where he had seen him.

It had been on the castle battlements, in the rain at his side as he led the charge.

Alexander shook his head, stepping quickly away from them.

"This isn't real, it's an hallucination and I have to get away from you both."

Horrified, Arwen stepped forward and tried to calm him.

"It IS real and we can explain but you must listen. Please?"

He paused for a moment and then nodded as he yanked on her arm.

"Lets go."

To the sounds of a protesting Legolas, Alexander yanked her out of the gallery.

*~*~*~*

"You wanted to talk, so then . talk."

Arwen peered at him from the corner of her eye in a manner not unlike Galadriel when she was displeased.

"You want to lower that tone of voice?"

Alexander's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "And who are you to order me?"

With a sigh, she lowered her arms and shrugged. "Really doesn't matter. With that tone of voice and your whole aura, you wouldn't believe me even if I groveled Estel, a'mael."

He fought the urge to take her in his arms. "My name is Alexander, why do you insist on calling me by my last name?"

Arwen wished that Legolas was here to help her with this. There were times in the past that he had played peacemaker between the two strong willed souls of the King and his beloved Arwen.

"Amin ." She shrugged. "sina." Feeling frustrated, she slipped back into English for his sake.

"Where I come from, to call someone that I don't know by their first name is a sign of disrespect."

He felt foolish and so nodded. "Okay."

She peeked at him again and decided to make the first step.

"The other reason is that Estel means to hope in my language and it's the one word that I've been clinging to since the day that I met you in the forest."

She watched him and felt like crying at the furrow that appeared in his brow as he tried to work that out in his mind.

In the past when that appeared on the face she knew like her own, Arwen was able to come and lighten the load on her love's shoulders and with her own ways, kiss and make the lines of worry or confusion disappear.

That was then, this was now and the man in front of her had her conflicted.

"Why have you?"

"Because you've haunted me."

She began to pace the length of the rooftop patio.

"This is going to be hard to believe, but you and I have known each other before."

Alexander shook his head. "Not so hard to believe."

She was expecting anger, rage, denial any number of emotions to come from this man but not this, NOT acceptance of the possibilities that she represented by just being there.

He stepped forward. "I've been having dreams for weeks, since I've been here in New Zealand, of things that I don't know. Of people who spoke strange things, words that made me feel like I lost something precious."

Coming to a stop inches from Arwen he stopped himself from grabbing her.

"I dreamt of you before I knew you, I've seen Lego." he threw up his hand. "Whatever his name was."

Arwen chuckled. "Legolas." She shrugged. "It's um, a family name."

He came to sit beside her on the wall. "It's weird."

She let out a low laugh that had him thinking of church bells or wind chimes.

"If you think that one is weird, wait until I tell you about yours."