Chapter 4-- Love and Pain.-- Note- this relationship is going TOO FAST. I must slow it down! Qoute of the Day,"Jack, stop telling people your Ozzy Osbourne's son to get into places, you're a f***ing loser!"-Kelly Osbourne–

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For the first time in a long time, Frodo Baggins was sleeping well. He would dream of Levanna almost every night. Until one night. He dreamt of Bilbo and Gandalf. They said nothing to him verbally, but they seemed to be trying to tell him something. They seemed like ghosts, white and legless, floating in the air. They were pointing at him, or so he had thought. He finally turned to see an old man. He was an Elf, and the middle of his head was bald, with a rim of white fuzz. The man smiled, his super long beard was so straight it was scary. "I am Omartrique. Levanna is my daughter. Bring her home to me!" The man grabbed Frodo by his collar his eyes were green and then suddenly, they flew into the back of his head. White greeted Frodo and he screamed for the life of him. He escaped the man's grasp and began to run. Sam's voice was shaking him.

Or perhaps that was Sam trying to wake him up. He opened his eyes, glad to see that his loyal friend was there.

"Are you all right, Mr. Frodo?" Sam's face seemed truly concerned. Frodo gasped for breath and then sat up wiping some sweat from his face.

"BRING HER TO ME! FILTHY ROTTEN THIEF! KEEP OFF OF HER!" Frodo finally awoke screaming as loud as possible. The entire group groaned and looked at him.

"What is it, Frodo, having a dream about some girl?" Pippin made some noises trying to imitate what Frodo might have dreamt.

"Or perhaps the tailor poked yeh in the bum?" Merry asked. frodo laughed and then lay back down. He decided that he wouldn't tell anyone until the morning. The last thing his blue eyes saw was the stars above him before he drifted off into a less disturbing slumber.

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Levanna was curious as to why Frodo would wake up screaming in the middle of the night. She was up early, now dressed in her dried clothing. Frodo awoke shortly after and she invited him to take a walk with her.

"I suppose it wouldn't do us harm." Was his simple reply. He stood and took her hand, walking up the shoreline with her.

"Frodo, would you mind telling me what you dreamt?" She asked, a soft sincere concern flowed with the words.

"I...No. I'd rather not." He removed his hand from hers and walked over to a boulder, sitting on it.

"You can tell me, I won't be angry no matter what." She smiled. "C'mon, chap. Would it do you harm if you told me?"

"No. I'm afraid it may do you harm. I care for you too much for this. We should do our best to steer clear of each other." He gently sighed looking into her eyes. he loved her. but he couldn't stand for her to be hurt.

"Frodo, if it's that serious perhaps you should tell someone!" She said falling to her knees before him, her skirt becoming sandy.

"If I said no that means no!" He bitterly stood and made his way back to the camp, giving her one final agitated look.

She became enraged and called after him, "Fine! But don't come crying to me when your being killed by Sauron his God Blessed self!" She had done it again. She had allowed a man to turn his back on her.

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Legolas couldn't help but notice the tension between the two. Last night they had looked madly in love. Now they couldn't bear the sight of each other.

"Levanna love..." He began softly.

"WHAT???" She snapped. She saw the surprised and hurt look on his face and she walked off to the farthest in sight boulder. There, she buried her head in her hands.

Legolas approached her, sitting on the rock next to her."Come here." he said sternly. She obeyed for legolas was her elder. He hugged her. Letting her cry into his chest. He loved her. She was like a daughter to him and if it were possible for two men to create a child he would suspect her to be his and Omartrique's. "What is it love? Come on and tell me."

"I'm such a fool Legolas. I let it happen again I'm such a bloody fool!!!! How can you put up with an idiot like me?" Her tears ceased but his arms stayed tightly around her.

"You are by far. The smartest woman among the Elves. Your beautiful, skilled and you've got an attitude that scares itself off. Why do you put up with the remarks people make? I just don't get it love."

"He won't tell me what the dream was. I'm so worried and he's shutting me out as if it's all my fault. Why can't there be another you? You're so different Legolas."

"Yes. Because I'm like a daddy to you. Frodo does not have to tell you what he dreamt. Thats his business whether he loves you or not. just don't pry at him. I'm sure he'll come around and apologize," He smiled and kissed the top of her head. "I'm sorry I'm to close and old for you love. But think of it this way, when he dies I'll still be young-like."

"I love you. What would I DO without you?" She smiled and wiped away her tears.

"You'd be miserable. Everyone would get to you in other words, your life would be a living hell."

--End chapter 4–