Disclaimer: I do not own any of these places or people mentioned.

AN- If you are returning to this story, please go back and reread chapter two. I changed it quite a bit. Please enjoy and review to tell me what you think.

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Closing the door behind her, Arwen walked towards the bed in the center of the room. The form on the bed had been still, but now the elf lifted up the blankets welcoming her inside. She climbed in, and moved as close as she could next to him. They didn't need words, their love was enough. For a moment they looked into each others eyes, and then hers closed as he leaned over and drew her in to a loving kiss. Reluctantly pulling away, she laid her head underneath his. Sleep came easily to her that night, with his arms around her making her feel safe.

The tears, they just would not stop. Now she had no one to go to, no one to comfort her this night. She should have known that a place like that could not exist. She just missed him so much, and she had never expected that he would never return. How had this happened? It was her fault; she should have stopped him from going. She wanted to go find Aragorn right now, like she had that night, but this time she wanted to find the answers.

"Aragorn! How did this happen?" Arwen asked franticly, tears already beginning to fall. Legolas was lying peacefully on the forest floor, his blood still in a puddle on the ground. The Ranger did not answer her, but she too desperate to find out anything. Grasping his shoulders desperately, she said in a fierce voice, "What happened to him Aragorn? Tell me now before I do something we both will regret."

He only shook his head and said sadly, "Arwen please, calm yourself. I was right here when he died, but could do nothing except watch.  I know you are feeling grief, and would very much like to tell you what came to pass here earlier, but I don't think you are ready to hear such a thing."

His voice was calm and soft, and made her realize how right he was. She shook her head, "I'm- I'm sorry Aragorn. I don't know what is going on with me."

"Don't apologize Arwen, I understand. Legolas was a dear friend and my brother, even if not by blood. He was a noble and brave elf and shall be missed greatly."

She could only shake her head and cry, then turn and run back to her home.

Would these tears ever stop falling? 'Oh Legolas, how could you leave? How did this happen? How will I go on without you?' Her crying got worse as she rose from her bed and went out to the hall. She had to find someone to stay with that night, but whom? Aragorn came to her mind first, but he could offer her little comfort. Then she thought of her father, and realized he was the only one left. Quietly she made her way to his room.

"Are you excited daughter?" her father turned and asked her. She smiled, of course she was excited. Many things had been said about the king of Mirkwood, but more had been spoken of his son, the prince. Now they were coming to Rivendell to meet with Lord Elrond.

"Yes father, very excited." He laughed and then she did too. Impatiently she waited, until the far off sound of hooves could be heard.

"Come Arwen, let us go downstairs to greet them." With a smile she turned and gracefully went down the stairs. Her father opened the large front doors and they stepped outside. Not far off, horses could be heard and she grew even more excited.

Arwen would never be able to see him again. She would never be able to talk to him, or hold his hand, or ride with him, or take walks into the forest with him. She could never again feel his arms wrap around her and she would never touch her lips to his. They would never be wed, and they would never live as king and queen of Mirkwood. She could never look into his beautiful blue eyes. Never again, would she love anyone, she wouldn't allow herself.

"Let me introduce my daughter, Lady Arwen." She took the kings hand politely and then the three turned as another blonde elf came into view.

"Lady Arwen, this is my son Legolas."

She felt herself redden as the prince took her hand and kissed it sweetly. When she looked up, she couldn't help but notice his eyes. They sparkled in the light, and were very beautiful. That was not the only nice thing about him; he was a very handsome even for an elf. His hair was braided on the sides and the rest fell to the side and made a frame around his angelic features. She could only smile at him long after he had turned away from her.

She knocked softly on her father's door. "Father, it is Arwen. Please let me-" she was interrupted by the door being opened by Lord Elrond, and seeing his look sadden when he saw her, saddened her. Tears she thought had stopped kept streaming and she collapsed into her fathers arms. "Oh father! What am I to do with myself now that he is gone? What am I to do without him? I shall never be happy again!" She cried desperately into his shoulder, and he put his arms around her as any father would.

"Oh Arwen, don't say such things. We all will miss Legolas, but he will not be forgotten. It is a new thing Arwen; just give yourself time to recover from it." This comment only made things worse, but there was little anyone could say to console her now.

"How could this have happened in Rivendell father? I thought it was safe, and- and Legolas thought it was safe! Oh it is entirely my fault that he is gone!" she cried. She didn't know where those words had come from.

"Arwen, have sense! We both know that isn't true. Legolas knew that danger could lurk anywhere." After that followed a long silence, broken only by Arwen's never ending tears.

She hated the quiet more than the painful words. "I'm sorry father. I didn't mean to wake you in the mid of night."

"It is fine. Come, lay in my bed and I will find a chair to stay in over the rest of the night." She started to protest, but her father knew what would be best. Her tears had not stopped, but had at least slowed. Tiredly she said in a soft whisper, "thank you adar father" and she lay down and finally slept. But her dreams were not pleasant ones. She did not visit Legolas like she had earlier in the night.

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