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DISCLAIMER: I still only own my original characters and plot.

Canon Police: Yes, I know, I'm quite ashamed, really. I haven't even finished reading the Two Towers yet. I've been relying on a few friends to help with the details. Sorry about any mistakes relating to the characters or locations and their descriptions (you know, if I say Lothlorien is made of gummi bears and graham crackers, that sort of thing).

MistressHolbytla: Thank you SO much for all of your help! I really appreciate it. I went back to chapter 3 and fixed the "who's" thing, thanks for pointing it out. Yeah, I know it was really very pointless to put up that a/n, but what can I say? *endless silence* Nothing! I will keep updating though.

~~One Hundred Years Later~~

I no longer required Aragorn's guidance in any matter of combat whatsoever. Legolas was right: he was a very good teacher.

I was relaxing by the pond one day, when Legolas came and sat down next to me. "Jane, I'm afraid I have some bad news. One hundred and fifty years ago, when the Fellowship traveled to Mordor to destroy the One Ring, our quest was completed. At least, that's what we thought. It turns out that when Frodo chucked it into the fiery chasm deep within Mount Doom, the ring landed on a ledge. An orc was able to retrieve it, and they have been building up their army of Uruk-Hai ever since then. We must return the ring to the only place it can be destroyed: in the heart of Mount Doom. We leave on our quest in two days."

"Fine, but if you go, I go with you."

"I can't let you do that."

"But Aragorn taught me to fight. I am perfectly capable of defending myself. I have my own weapons, I can run just as far and fast as any elf, and I would be no trouble at all."

"Jane, I know that you are able to defend yourself, I just don't want you to get hurt."

"If I get hurt, you will save me. You already did once, remember?"

"You make a point."

"Yeah, I know."

"I still don't want you to go, but since you are so insistent, it looks like you're coming."

"Thank you, Legolas." I said, hugging him tightly.

"Promise me you'll be careful." He said in a choked voice. I had hugged him so tight he couldn't breathe!

"Oops!" I exclaimed, letting him free. "Yes, I promise you that I will be careful, at least, as careful as I can be."

He walked me to my room (which was now on the third floor!) "'Quel undome. Fúmë 'quel, mellon. (Good night. Sleep well friend)"

"Namaarie an sí Legolas. (Goodbye for now, Legolas)"

The next morning, I woke up to the touch of a soft hand on my cheek. "'Quel amrun Jane. (Good morning Jane) Wake up."

"Good morning Legolas. Why are you here?"

"I thought that since we leave tomorrow, we could do something today."

"Like what?"

"I thought we could go for a swim or something relaxing like that."

"That sounds perfect," I said, smiling, "but I need to get dressed."

He blushed. "I guess that's my cue then, huh?" He walked out the door and shut it behind him.

I dressed in a slip (so I could swim), and a light, airy dress. We went to the swimming hole in the woods, and I motioned for him to turn around. I took off my dress and tested the water with my toes.

I backed up and ran to the pond screaming "CANNONBALL!" He just stood there dripping wet while I laughed. He took off his tunic and dove in right in front of me. I couldn't see him now, and I was laughing too hard to care.

I shrieked so loudly when I felt something grab my ankle that it could probably be heard in Lothlorien! As soon as I realized it was Legolas, I reached under the water and poked him in the ribs. He laughed and let go immediately. I began to swim away, but he had somehow gotten a firm grip on my waist and pulled me back towards him. I laughed and poked him again, but this time he didn't let go. He suddenly looked serious, so I stopped laughing. "Amin mela lle, Jane. (I love you, Jane) I had to tell you before we left. I don't want you to be hurt."

"I love you too, Legolas. I think I've loved you since the day I met you. And don't worry about me. You know I can take care of myself. I don't want you to be hurt either, but at least if either one of us" he put a single finger to my lips to quiet me.

"Shh. Don't think about that now. Today is our day to not worry about anything." He put his finger on my chin, and tilted my face up to meet his.

His lips moved softly against mine, and it felt like my whole body was on fire (in a good way). I instinctively wrapped my arms across the back of his neck, and he slowly stroked my cheek with soft fingertips. I would have kissed him forever, except, unfortunately, air is a necessity to life.

We stayed there for quite a while, not moving, until I shivered. He lifted me up out of the pool of water and set me on the shore. I went back to my room and dried off, but not before kissing him again and saying, "Inyë níra atana rato, mellamin. (I will be back soon, my love)" I returned to find him staring at the setting sun. "Why are you staring, Legolas?"

He responded slowly, almost as if in a dream, "I was remembering that night a hundred years ago when you came here. Looking at the sunset reminded me of you." I looked at the sun, and he was right: it was almost exactly the same as that one so many years ago.

"I wanted to kiss you so badly that night, and now I can. I feel like the luckiest girl in Middle-Earth!"

"And I the luckiest elf." As he said that, he swept me into another warm embrace.

I looked deep into his wonderful blue eyes, and said "Amin mela lle, Legolas, ar vá voro leryalyë. (I love you, Legolas, and I will not ever let you go)"

He held me tight, and stared right back at me, matching the intensity with which I looked at him. "Amin mela lle Jane, and if anything happens to you during our journey, I swear I will not stop fighting until I get you back."

"And I the same." Holding hands, our fingers entwined, we slowly walked back to the palace, not wanting this day to end. We stopped at the door to my room, and I bid him goodnight. "'Quel undome, mellamin."

"'Quel undome."

The next morning, we were up at dawn, and Aragorn explained where we were going.

"We will go straight through Southern Mirkwood to Emyn Muil. We should make it in about a week. Emyn Muil will be difficult traveling, but we will go through it anyway, as it is the most direct path to our destination, which, as you all know, is Mount Doom in the heart of Mordor. We must then travel through the Dead Marshes, and cross the narrowest stretch of Dagorlad. Then we shall travel through North Ithilien, which will bring us directly to Minas Morgul. We will go through Minas Morgul, and onto the Plateau of Gorgoroth, after which we will continue on to Mount Doom."

a/n: I won't be updating as quickly from now on, seeing as I still have to write the story (I had most of the previous chapters written already before I registered with ff.net) Keep checking back for new chappies, expect one or two a week. Also I will be gone for all of next week, so no updates until the weekend.