A/N: Here's a longer chapter for ya'll since my other one was EXTREMELY short. And this chapters alittle more….um…graphic…coz of violence…and uh….coz….I'm in a bad mood and taking it out on my main character sounds nice. LOL jk…It makes the plot thicker.

The shadow slowly walked up behind Tara drawing a dagger out, it's arm shot out and grab Tara and held the dagger to her throat.

"Hopefully, if you don't make a sound…Your pretty little throat won't get slit." It whispered harshly.

Tara's eyes went wide, the voice sounded familiar… It was HIM….The guard that always watched Legolas' and her room after night fall.

Tara whimpered alittle, and Haledon put pressure on the dagger.

She didn't want to die this way, she wasn't supposed to die at all. How could she stop it? She did the only thing she could think of, and that was a bad choice…She screamed. That's when the dagger sliced across her throat in a smooth motion. Tara felt the warm stick fluid coming out of her neck, she gasped as it became harder to breathe.

The guard dropped her and placed the dagger in her hand, running to the door to take guard.

Her vision became fuzzy as the blood pooled around her on the cold wood floor. She heard running, then the guard that had slit her throat running towards her with Legolas asking what had happened, and the guard explaining. Then the darkness claimed her.

*Legolas POV*

I heard a loud scream as I was walking down the corridor, it sounded strangly like Tara's. That sent me running towards the direction of the scream. I saw Haledon outside the Library looking nervously about. Then he grabbed my arm and pulled me into the room. What I saw there will forever be burned into my mind.

There was Tara lying in a pool of blood, with a dagger in her hand. Blood was still gushing from her throat, and she was gasping for breath. I was too afraid to move. I sent Haledon to find Elrond, who was staying here for awhile. I stood there with tears filling my eyes, how could I lose her? She'd given me so much joy over our years together, a son. Valadon. What about Valadon? How would he be able to grow up without his mother, he was so attached to her as it is. She'd taught him everything, from sword fighting, to manners, even to love and be kind.

She laid there, eyes staring unseeing at the ceiling, all I wanted to do was go and grab her and hold her in my arms. But my legs were rooted to that spot. I couldn't move, I was to afraid. Me, a might elven warrior…Afraid of blood. But it was not my own, or some orcs, it was my wife's. All I could do was stand and wait. Hopeing. Praying to Eru that he would not take her from me, not let her see Mandos just yet. Please Eru…I need her. Don't take her from me. She's mine. My knees buckled and I kneeled on the floor sobbing until Elrond came in.

"Oh Eru, what has she done?" Elrond looked as if he could get sick.

Just then when I thought things couldn't get worse, in came Valadon with the hand maiden chasing after him. Valadon stopped in his tracks. His jaw fell. His eyes glistened with unshed tears. He looked at his fallen mother. The hand maid tried to grab him, and so did I. But he was to fast. He was at his mothers side immediately, he was even braver than I.

"Mummy? Mummy?" He tugged at her arm.

Elrond looked up at me, with a look of sadness. He walked over and placed a hand on my shoulder, She had passed to the halls of Mandos.