A/N: Ready or not...I'm going for a really dramatic encounter people, work with me now! It's short, sad and to the point... but be careful not to make false assumptions. Did I say that this was the last chapter? No! So don't even ask me that because it isn't.



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Renil and Galadya were terribly worried. She had been gone for a few hours since they had got back home and it was now very dark outside. Of course, with the Evil being cast out of the lands, it was not for her safety that they feared. True, spiders still roamed the forest's depths but slowly and surely they too were being taken care of. What the couple really feared for was Dileriyen's protection from herself. They thought her very fragile and indeed she was so; her mind, at least. They did not want her to get any crazy ideas into her head and end up running off somewhere. The lies and confusion were already too much to handle.



"Darling, I believe it is time I go looking for her. I am sure that she is not far. She has no doubt lost track of the hour; do not worry my love."



Renil kissed his wife on her forehead as she merely nodded and tried not to look so worried and upset. Before leaving the house, Renil made sure to place his dagger in his belt. Danger was unlikely, but it was not impossible.



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Legolas and Gimli walked slowly through the foliage, ever so silently. The Elf made hardly a sound, of course, but the Dwarf was another story, as always. Legolas could not help but smile at his friend's volume, which he seemed to be completely unaware of. Though, he kept his amusement silent for Gimli would certainly have his head if Legolas were to bring back memories of Haldir and company. Ah yes. That was a very noteworthy part of their adventure. Come to think of it, so was the whole blindfolding fiasco.



So they walked a good distance and ever the sound grew stronger. Now they seemed almost too close. Legolas stopped where he was and held his arm out so that Gimli would stop also though he succeeded only in making Gimli run head on into his arm and fall backwards.



"Why you-"



"Shhh! Hold your piece for now Gimli. We must be very cautious. It seems to be coming from that clearing. Let me look ahead. Remain here."



"Have it your way if you must. Humph. I do not deny that you are lighter of foot. Go on and see what the blasted thing is and tell it to go to sleep if you must. Just make this accursed noise stop, else I shall be a very grumpy Dwarf!" he grumbled.



"Aye, that I will."



"Call for me if you need help."



Legolas nodded and bow in hand, stepped quietly past a few more trees until he was peeking behind several bushes at something that seemed to be sitting down on the ground. Although, for the life of him he could not make out what it was for moon had just decided to hide behind the clouds and even his keen eyes were straining.



Dileriyen suddenly flung her head upwards and ceased her crying. She was not alone and it horrified her. The last time she had been followed in the forest, something terrible had happened. She now heard noises. Something was watching her; she could feel it. Wiping the tears away from her eyes using the sleeve of her dress, she got up slowly, eyeing her surroundings. All was dark, so that even her sharp eyes could not see well. Unfortunately, she was utterly defenseless as well. Now was probably a good time to head back home but no sudden movements were required. One doesn't want to provoke anything in a situation like this.



Now standing, she took one last look around her and, hearing nothing else, turned around. Legolas, seeing the figure cease its moaning and stand, was now a bit easier at heart. Whatever it was, it did not look dangerous; perhaps it was best he left it alone. And that was exactly what he decided to do. He got up from his crouching position very slowly and turned to head back.



It was at this very moment that the clouds chose to divide themselves between left and right and reveal an orb of silver which hung majestically on the black net speckled with spots of light. Curiosity getting the better of her, and having not left yet, Dileriyen turned her head back around once more and surveyed the area. Indeed, she was not alone.



It seemed that the dark crevasses of the forest had lightened and curiosity got the better of him. He had not left as of yet so one last look would not hurt. Legolas turned his head back around and saw that the moonlight landed on a graceful figure that stood very warily, mere feet away from him. He strained his eyes a bit more and for that sight nothing could have prepared him as his breath left his lips and no sound came out, yet his mouth was very open.



Dileriyen had heard that and it struck her to the very core. She was in such a frightened state that she could not move and though her mind screamed at her to do so, her body would not comply. The dry tearstains on her face now stung her cheeks and the wind that blew seemed to have grown cold. She shivered unknowingly and yet there was nothing she could do. She was scared and alone in the dark night of the forest. It brought back memories.



But Legolas could take it no more and it was in an eruption of bitter anger and infinite sadness in which tears began to flow down his face and he reached for his bow violently. Gimli heard the cry, as did Dileriyen who stood even more terrified, wide-eyed and paralyzed, and he ran to help his friend who seemed to be very much in trouble. Mere seconds later he was right behind Legolas who screamed:



"Evil in the wood- you dare taunt me! Servant of Sauron! Follow him into the shadows!"



Dileriyen had not yet seen the source of those words and Gimli was not in time to stop Legolas. His hands trembled violently but with decided force, he released a bow that plunged deep into Dileriyen's shoulder, dangerously close to her heart. The scream she let out was terrifying as she crumpled to the ground. Elven bows, especially ones from the Galadhrim, are no laughing matter. It was deadly bow from deadly hands.



Gimli seized hold of Legolas who almost fainted into his arms. He slowly lowered his friend to the ground and ran quickly to check on the target that lay gasping for breath on the ground. What he saw was a vision that would plague his memory for years to come: she seemed to be an angel, wingless yet ethereal, as pure as light could be, yet stained with blood on her left side, blood that would not stop flowing. Gimli knelt down quickly, trying to decide how he could remove the damn thing that stuck out of her in such an ugly manner, without causing her more pain. She looked into his eyes and seemed to understand that he was not there as an enemy, but to aid her as a friend and for that, she was most graceful.



"Shhh my dear. Do not attempt to speak now...old Gimli here will do what he can to get this blasted thing out of you. I mean you no harm." He smiled at her as he knelt beside her and stroked her hair. Dileriyen could voice no reply but her eyes said it all. Even they were ready to close.



It was at that moment that Legolas came to his senses and ran to where he saw the two figures. He ran up behind Gimli, dagger in hand, rage in his eyes, ready to plunge the blade into the heart of what he believed to be a demon sent to torment him in his grief. His fury was one such that Gimli had not seen before, even when Legolas had been in war. It surprised and scared him but in the end, it was Gimli who saved the life of Dileriyen as his quick movements proved that there aremore to Dwarven senses than most would assume. He caught Legolas's hand in mid-air and gave him one look that simply said: 'try it and I will dismember you with my bare hands.' It looked as if Legolas had finally gone crazy.



"What has got into you boy? Have you gone completely mad?! Come to your senses Greenleaf!" He shouted at his friend.



The Elf looked at his friend and then, for the first time, looked down into the eyes of Dileriyen who was at first unaware of her surroundings. But her ears managed to pick up on the word that Gimli spoke. That single word that struck a chord and opened the door to another closet of cobwebs and memories. Her eyes, glazed a moment ago, cleared up as the tears of physical and emotional pain brought back her vision. She struggled hard, so very hard. Though this time, she knew what she wanted to say. As her angel and those eyes that she knew so well looked down upon her, she knew the very essence of those green leaves. She knew that voice, that face...and most important of all, she knew his name. Green leaves. Greenleaf. Her Greenleaf...



"Legolas..." It was barely above a whisper and the moment she said it, her eyes closed tightly and did not open.



Gimli looked from Elf to Elf, at first not understanding anything. But having heard his name from her lips killed everything in Legolas once more. He had dropped the blade by now and his anger was non-existent. The only emotion that could be identified was pain. Pure pain. Confusion enwrapped him once more and he put his head in his hands so that his face could not be seen.



Gimli took a moment to think. It was impossible. Wasn't it?



"Surely this cannot be-"



As he spoke those words, Legolas, still with his hands in his face let out a sound that seemed to be laughter. It scared Gimli even more. Although, what started out as laughter rapidly changed tone and became heavy breathing as if he were being suffocated. He pulled his hands away from his face and one scream towered above all other noises.



"DILERIYEN!"



He flung himself onto her and held her motionless body in her arms as he cried and cried and cried... Gimli hung his head low, confused, grieved; he too welcomed the tears. So the sight was that Renil saw when the sounds he followed led him here to this place. Feanora had an arrow coming out of her arm and of all things a Dwarf knelt beside her. The figure who held her was the Prince himself, crying and screaming her name. What a sad sight to behold. He ventured forth to them.



It was at this place that Feanora, the one of fiery spirit died. That white light beckoned her to come forth and she subjected to its bliss. That is all there is to say about that.



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