Well, thanks all for reading and waiting. I'm trying to add more feeling into it, but it doesn't always happen. But I hope its getting better. Love yall!

Emeriel woke to the pleasant sensation, of someone having been close to her through the night. Her mind registering the events of the day before, she was, although unease about where they were and worried about the journey ahead, extremely content, with who she was in the current situation with. Inwardly sighing, she opened her eyes and was met with a beautiful view of the person she had just been thinking about. He was looking out of the window, arms stretched up, while early morning sunlight was pouring into the room, giving his silhouette a wonderful glow, graceful and light. Emeriel could not help but stare at the muscular scenery of his back. They moved, maybe a little stiffly in the right, causing ripples to wonder under that perfect skin. She thought she heard him mumble, but could not catch the forbidden words. He stiffened slightly then, relaxing in a moment. She wondered what he had heard.

Giving her mind a very girly inward sigh, she longed to touch him, but understanding that it would not be practical and not in the least proper. Not yet anyway. Forcing her body to obey her mind, she was startled when he spoke, back still to her.

'We will need to leave soon. A caller just came a moment ago,' turning to her, she rapidly took in the perfect contours of his face, at this moment in an adorable, yet ever-serious frown. He looked so cute when he did that! Taking note of the pensive tone in his voice, Emeriel decided to stay silent while she collected their few belongings. She did not want to disturb his flow of thought, but was still curious at what this next problem was. Nodding she got up and moved to the window next to him.

'Look,' he was pointing outside, down the road to their left only a few hundred meters away. Looking, what she saw made her cringe inside. Two dark riders, with a large group of orcs, were talking to an old peddler, increasingly becoming more scared looking. He started pointing to the several inns that were situated around the town, but, lucky for their part at the moment, did not seem to know of or have seen them. They had time, but not much. 'We must leave immediately,' turning to her once again; he stared at her for a long time. Unsure what to think, Emeriel just looked back into his eyes, and let him carry out...whatever he was doing. It was not like she minded.

Quite unexpectedly, only for a brief moment, she felt his lips on hers. Once more she loved it, and longed for more than just the moment that was given her. It was sweet, protective, but still gentle, worried for the upcoming happenings. She just seemed to belong there.

Through that one kiss Emeriel could feel Legolas' anxiety, it would be dangerous and difficult. It also swept the growing fear that had forever been rising since she first saw the two dark riders. They reminded her of something which she did not want to remember. That past was then, supposed to be hidden and forgotten forever more. Maybe it was Emeriel's fear, which Legolas had sensed, leading him to reassure her, hoping to help her forget her terrible past. It did, but not as much as she would have liked. She knew who they were. Knew what they could do. Emeriel did not know if Legolas knew, but he definitely did not like them, and knew something evil was happening. He understood. Somehow.

How could such a good morning be ruined? Ruined by the very same force that had ruined a gorgeous morning, exactly like this one, no more than thirty- five years ago? Emeriel knew how. It was still the very cause of her still viciously attacking grief. The thing that had killed her mother and brothers. The very thing which had nearly killed her.

Without words, the two elves swiftly collected their belongings, and crept to the door. Hearing nothing outside, they eased the door open. The hall was empty. Stepping lightly down the hall (thank the Valar for elven light- footedness!) Moving down the stairs, they emerged into the entrance corridor in which they had first arrived. It still looked just as grubby in the fragile sunlight, and drunkards still littered the floor, wallpaper was still peeling, and the light bulbs still flickered, even in the early morning. Pushing past the bar/counter, they made their way to the back of the inn, where a back door opened up into the stable. It stank. Flies buzzed everywhere, even just a few feet from the closed door.

Legolas creaked the door slowly open, and peered through into the dimly lit stable. Afod was there, looking more than a little upset, cautiously looking at a pile of rather green and mouldy hay. He obviously did not have a good night either.

Silently moving towards Afod, Legolas told him to be quite. Looking around, it was only after a minute before he finally told Emeriel is growing plan. 'We must get out of here, but we can't be seen,' pointing to an old cart that was stashed against a side wall, he continued carefully, knowing now would not be a good time to get her annoyed. 'If my lady would allow, we could harness Afod to that cart over there, pile it with hay, you hidden in it, and drive it out of here.' His brows frowned in that irresistible expression of contemplation and worry. She would have kissed him then, had the situation been different. He was so adorable!

'Wait a minute, who's going to be driving the cart?' Emeriel's voice was slowly becoming louder, 'You?' She stood with her hands on her hips. Her voice though authoritative, was somehow different. Legolas could not quite place it. 'I won't allow it. What if they catch you?! What am I supposed to do if they take you away? I know what they'll do to you!... I can't lose anyone else!' her voice was starting to get that texture, that scratchy feeling and husky sound, of when you are about to cry. Legolas, knowing the sound, having heard it many a time before went on major alert. The only problem was, was that he was not sure about how to make it better. Not now! This is not good! Looking at her, he could already see the first trace of tears.

Bringing her into a close embrace, he could guess what was going on in her head. She obviously knew something about those dark riders. Something had happened to her. Something, which still haunted her today. Whispering words of calm and soothing into her ear, his own dialect, wishing nothing more at this moment then to soothe the pains that so obviously plagued her mind. Kissing her lightly on the cheek and forehead, rubbing her back, it was after a few minutes when she finally stopped. Feeling ever-so safe and warm, she stayed tucked in his arms, her head burrowed in his chest. His hand was stroking her hair, she did not want to move. Shivers of sensations shot up her spine. She wanted it never to end.

But it does. As everything else does.

Legolas gently pulled her away, looked into her eyes, and stroked her cheek. 'What is going on inside that pretty head of yours?' his whispers brought a smile to her lips. She wiped the tears from her face. 'Ok?' Emeriel nodded. She hated at how she had just acted. Pouring out your tears was not normal for her, except it seemed to be becoming a recent habit that she had, in some ways fortunately, picked up since she had met the wonder prince.

Feeling bad for all of Legolas' trouble, she went straight to work on getting Afod ready to harness, while Legolas prepared, and loaded the cart.

Ok while I was writing and typing this, I kindda went into a laughing fit, so if anything is wrong or incorrect, then please forgive me, I kindda lose a little control when I do. Well thanks for reading. Please R&R!!!