Thanks for the nice reviews, I love you all! This took a long time to come I knwo but I've been busy with school work and stuff, so thank you for being patient. Here's the next chapter. Enjoy! Mae Govannen!



Emeriel did not know how long she had been there; she must have fallen asleep. Slowly bringing her mind back round to the world of consciousness, she was soon to realise her current position. In the very arms of her Prince Charming! Trying to remember how she got there, she landed in the terrifying memory of her mother and brothers being taken capture by a party of orcs. Her face was felt taught and sticky from tears, but her mind was somewhat relieved of the terrible grief. Reluctantly she shifted her position to look up at Legolas. His face had turned to hers at her movement, a look of deep concern, but yet also of respect.

'Are you feeling better?' That is all he said. It was a wonder how one short sentence could carry so much patience, kindness, and caring. The deep whisper soothing her distraught soul, sweeping away the shudders of despair, creeping onto her shoulders.

'Much. Thank you,' Emeriel's voice drifted over him, still groggy from crying. She dare not move, it would ruin this peaceful moment, and she wished to stay in this particular position for as long as possible. Right in the arms of her knight in shining armour.

Legolas was still stroking her hair, his hand gently running through golden locks. He was so gentle and caring. Never pushing, and always patient. Not at all like any of the men she had met. It surprised her to see the sun already descending towards the horizon. She must have slept a lot longer than she thought.

'How long have we been here?' it was hard to believe that Legolas had stayed in that same spot for hours, just holding her. It was so sweet and romantic. Mazy would go hysterical!

'About six hours since we arrived,' he replied, smiling down at her with that drop-dead-gorgeous smile and a slightly amused look on his perfect features.

'I'm so sorry,' he stayed here for six hours, just for me!

'It's quite alright, it was obvious you had some things to get off your shoulders,' Emeriel watched him watch her. She could stay here for many more hours.

'You should have woken me up, Mazy will probably be very worried,' her voice now becoming clearer. To her surprise, a mischievous glint propped up in his eyes.

'I sent Afod back with a note saying we'll be later than expected, since it wasn't very likely you would be waking up any time soon,' pointing to Afod who was grazing lazily by the pond, 'He was able to get back before you woke.'

The sky was now red, purple, and gold, the early evening air, resting heavily on their shoulders, smelt of dew and wildflowers. Both of them were now sitting up, leaning against the flat rocks protruding from the pond. They could see the sun sinking below the treetops now. It was breathtaking. Never had Emeriel ever felt so safe or content. She was sitting next to the person she was ever growing to adore, learning to love.

It was then that it happened. That moment she had been waiting for, was finally upon her, and she did not know how to respond. Legolas had gently but swiftly moved towards her, and before she knew how to react his lips were upon hers. He was ever so gentle, letting her take the lead, making sure she was comfortable. His lips were gentle, yet firm, ever so sweet.

It only lasted a moment, but it left her stunned, and unable to do anything. It was that entrancing. So comforting, it pushed all the terrors of the world out of her fearful memory, and filled it with that moment, ever pure and true. To be remembered forever.

He pulled back a little to take in the expression now spread over her face. His eyes sparkled with love and caring. The stars seemed to sparkle in them, a forest green of the purest emerald. There was wisdom and understanding in them, having seen more than twice the amount of troubles and worries as she had. Yet he still understood. Ever solid, ever strong.

She did not know what her face portrayed, but she no longer cared. There was no need to hide anything from this angel of the elves. Never had she felt so certain and secure. Unable to do anything except stare, it was Legolas who them spoke first.

'I hope you don't mind. It is more courteous to ask before doing, especially of a Lady such as yourself.'

'I don't mind,' her breath came out rasping, only now finding her voice. There was something about this elf which caused the star to stop their twinkle, the planets to stop their movement and the sun to stare, but still be out shined by this angel from Mirkwood.

His hand went up to her cheek and traced the line down to her chin with the back of his hand.

She felt she was dreaming, for she was sure this dream had visited her before...



Read the next chapter, its coming soon, but this time from Legolas' view. I know these are short, but I don't have much time. R&R please!!!