A/N: hi! This is my first LOTR fan fiction. I hope you like it! this is a Legolas/? fic. The '?' is my special character I made up myself, so no stealing! *^^* ~Feathers of the wind~

Song listened to while writing this: Ayumi Hamasaki- Naturally (japanese pop music)
Current time: 11:30 am

A sunset Love

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters from Lord of The Rings.. these belong to J.R.R Tolkien.

HOWEVER...

Mithdelothwen Silverwood belongs to me, as does LoriĆ”-- 'my' forest in middle earth that is cleverly hidden near Lothlorien.

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Chapter 1: seeking answers

The fellowship of the ring, minus Gandalf, had settled in Lothlorien. The Lady Galadriel had graciously allowed them to stay for the night, even though a great evil was following in their very footsteps.

"Becareful," Galadriel warned, "For even I do not know of all who dwell in these woods."

"What does she mean by that?" Pippin asked. Frodo and the other hobbits simply shrugged and continued to seek out a comfortable nook to sleep in.

Legolas was nowhere to be seen, as he was speaking with Galadriel privately. Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli were lying down on the forest floor, staring up at the sky. They were awaiting Legolas' return, for what new the Lady Galadriel might tell him. They were just about to drift off to sleep when Legolas' light footsteps could be scarcely heard.

"What news?" Aragorn asked. Legolas sighed.

"I cannot bear to tell you, for the pain is still too new. I did tell her, though, of Gandalf." After a moment of silence, Legolas began to put on his cloak from Mirkwood.

"Where are you going?" Boromir asked. "Surely, Elves sleep?" he joked.

"Actually, Elves do not require sleep, although some choose to do so. I need to take a walk." Legolas had been carrying a heavy heart for quite a while, and he needed to seek solace. So, he ventured deep into the woods of Lothlorien.

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While walking around rather aimlessly, Legolas saw Galadriel. She smiled, and motioned for him to come over to her.

"Legolas, I know that something else troubles you, besides the fall of Gandalf." Galadriel said, after looking briefly into his bright blue eyes that held sadness and yearning.

"I can't hide anything from you, can I?" Legolas murmured. All was silent until Legolas finally spoke.

"My lady, this definitely is not the time to be troubling with this, especially since there is the crisis with the one ring." Legolas said after some quick thinking. Did he really want to tell the Lady of the Golden Wood his heart-felt troubles?

" But yet, your heart deems it important enough, to think about it in such times." Galadriel soothed in a calming voice. Legolas sighed heavily. Finally, he looked into Galadriel's eyes, deciding to tell her the truth.

"Am I to ever find true love? My soul mate?" He waited in silence to hear Galadriel mock him, but she never did. Instead, she sat down on a large rock, motioning Legolas to sit beside her. At first she said nothing, as she was thoughtful and contemplating something.

"Legolas, define 'true love'." Legolas was puzzled at first, but answered anyway.

"True love is what makes one's soul complete. When two souls are in love, nothing can separate them. It's a love that surpasses even death." Galadriel smiled.

"That is very true. So, do you feel there is something 'missing' in your heart?" She asked.

"Well.. yes. Not that I am jealous of Aragorn or anything of the like, but when he and Arwen are together, it's like they're in their own world. They are so wrapped up in each other's presence, that nothing is in the world but them. Aragorn has told me that he feels at peace, calm and whole when he's with Arwen. I... I don't know what that's like." Legolas explained, feeling slightly better now that he'd explained his 'problem'.

"Since you know the definition of true love, do you know what is required to have true love endure?" Legolas answered without even thinking about it.

"Time, patience, understanding and faith." Galadriel was a little amazed that he knew, without even having to stop and think. It would appear that he has a very clear concept of love... his heart is pure. Perhaps that is why his arrow's aim is true. Perhaps he fights with his heart. Galadriel wondered. He truly deserves love.. perhaps I will help him. Standing, she said,

"Follow me, Legolas." Legolas followed her to where her magic mirror was. Galadriel filled a silver vase with water and poured it onto the mirror. Standing aside, and gesturing towards the mirror, she said,

"Take a look, Legolas. Perhaps it will help you find what you are looking for." Legolas cautiously stepped up to it, peering into his watery reflection. At first nothing happened, but then an image began to form. It was quite clear, but the image confused him. It showed a forest. However, even more confusing, Legolas couldn't recognize the forest. It had leaves the colors of copper, gold and silver.

It must be a forest that I've never been to. Legolas thought. But if he didn't know what forest it was, how was he to go there? The current image disappeared, only to be replaced by another, showing him shooting an arrow. A rather typical scene. In battle, Legolas did prefer his trusty arrows to the two long silver knives he had.

Again, the image faded. The next was... different. It showed someone's eyes. He couldn't tell who's eyes they were, since they didn't show the whole face... just the eye brows, and the eyes. But what beautiful eyes they were...

Legolas could tell they were female eyes, because of the long, curly eye lashes that graced the lids of her eyes. The skin around the eyes was fair, nearly white, but splashed with a very fair pink. The eyes themselves were a bright, crisp emerald color, flecked with bright blue. A rather uncommon combination, for elves. What if she's not an elf? Legolas wondered. He didn't really have an answer, for the beautiful eyes still had his full attention. At the moment, 'her' eyes looked.. sad, and longing for something or someone. It was the look in those eyes that made Legolas want to draw her into his arms and comfort, elf or not.

The mirror then turned back to normal, and Legolas was again staring at his reflection. He looked up from the mirror to Galadriel, who was smiling slightly.

"Did you find anything useful?" Legolas smiled and nodded slightly.

"I am still a little confused. Do you know of a forest, who's leave are of copper, gold and silver colorings?" Legolas asked, hoping that she would know. And she did know.. that look in her eyes gave it away.

"Yes, I do know of that place. But I cannot tell you." She answered slyly.

"Why not?" Legolas inquired. Galadriel walked over to him, and answered,

"There's another thing love needs to endure: perseverance." Legolas understood. It wouldn't be entirely as rewarding to find the forest through the help of someone else. If he was going to seek his true love, whoever she might be, he must do it on his own. He smiled and bowed.

"Thank you, Lady Galadriel."

"There is no need for thanks." Galadirel answered, her voice soft and melodic. "I expect you shall be weary, so it would be best for you to rest while you can." She said, leading Legolas back to where he was staying for the night.

When Legolas returned, Aragorn, Boromir and Gimli were all fast asleep. As quietly as only an elf can manage, Legolas rid himself of his cloak and lay down with a light heart and a small smile on his face, as he remembered those beautiful eyes.

He was going to find true love.

A/N: My first LOTR fan fic! you like?? If you do, please review! (hey, that rhymes...) Isn't Legolas so hot and adorable?? *^^* ~Feathers of the wind~ 07.16.02