Chapter Two

Oren gazed at her cold, snow-white face. She was like the stone statue that stood outside the great hall. Her limp body lay across the granite table before the tiny boy who sat in the blonde elf's arms. They squeezed the boy gently as the small body began to tremble. The little chest rose and fell unevenly as fat tears splashed from his dark eyes. Why had this happened? Why did his mother leave him? She had not been sick. First father got the arrow in his side and passed away, then his mother died for no apparent reason! How could this be?

A little sob escaped his mouth. Even the tiniest sound pierced the dead silence of the dark, cold room. It was so strange to the young boy. There were large stones that seemed to be boxes, with faces of men and women carved into the lids.

'Legolas?' The boy whispered.

'Yes, little one?'

'Where are we?'

'We are in the chamber where they lay the kings and queens after they pass away,' Legolas answered quietly as he gazed down at the silver pendant in his slender hand. He was drowning in his own grief at the moment and barely paid attention to the young lad. First of all, his best friend, and the strongest figure in his life passed into shadow, then Arwen, the most beautiful, kind, caring elf he had ever met passed as well. He frowned at himself because he could not know whom he grieved for more. Why did he feel like this for her? He admitted that he had always felt something for the she-elf. ever since they had met in the woods of Imladris. Yet his alien feelings frightened him.

'Why did muver die?' The boy piped up again.

'My son, she died of a broken heart. She loved your father very much, and when he died she could not bear to live anymore,' the elf said, and a sob escaped from his own chest.

'Muver did not think anything worth to live for? Not even me?'

'I just don't know,' Legolas said as he hugged the boy tight.

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She was standing on a cloud. Wind caught her hair and danced with it around her face. She peered into the depths of the fog and a face appeared before her. It smiled a familiar smile and she felt her heart melting and all the pain disappeared instantly. She smiled back at the face as it drew nearer and the clouds swirled around them as she embraced her king. He raised his hands and caressed her cheeks softly as he gazed into her eyes lovingly, then on hand immigrated to her hair and ran it's fingers through the soft locks.

Suddenly, her father's face appeared beside her beloved husband's. He smiled tenderly and drew close to Arwen and blew into her lips. His warm breath tingled through her body and everything around her began to fade. She reached out to Aragorn but his form grew transparent and then it all faded to nothingness. 'Estel,' she cried, then sat up with a gasp.

Her eyes flew open. Where was she? She was supposed to be with her love! Two figures sat before her instead, both their eyes the size of coins. A tiny boy who sat in the other's arms screamed sharply. 'MUVER!' He flung his miniscule body at hers and clung to her neck. She gasped painfully as he hit her chest and sobbed into her dress.

Legolas' body began to shake violently. She was alive! How had she masked life and fooled the healers?! This he would probably never know. A thousand words welled up in his throat, yet all he could voice was, 'Arwen,' in a choking whisper.

'Where am I?' She sobbed, 'where did Aragorn and my father go? Who are you?'

'You are in the chamber of the passed kings and queens, fair lady, and I am your faithful servant, Legolas,' he whispered gently as he gasped in sheer relief and joy.
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