When Calatalai was awakened, she saw Andraste coming back from somewhere.

'Where have you been?' she asked quietly.

'Your "intended" has in fact betrayed you,' Andraste quickly informed. 'He has fallen in love with Celandiel.'

'I knew she was an Elf-witch. When Celandiel first stepped on Mirkwood ground, she bewitched Legolas to love her, having foretold my arrival, and, she purposely forgot her bow and arrows so that she would be walking straight into danger and Legolas would save her. She also bewitched the other Elves so they would leave without her and Legolas so she could have time with him. And then, she called upon the orcs to drive a knife on her shoulder so Legolas could display his true love for her and be swept off towards Lothlorien,' Calatalai finished.

'You may be right, for some things,' Andraste said thoughtfully. 'It is her fault, after all, that Legolas is no longer in love with you.'

'Yes, and it is up to us to do something about it.' Calatalai's eyes gleamed evilly. 'We must eliminate her.'

~*~

Day had dawned, but still Legolas was running swiftly among the plain, towards a Wood.

By this time Celandiel felt as though the wound on her shoulder was nothing more than a mere scratch.

'Legolas, I assure you I can walk now,' Celandiel kept on telling his determined face. 'I feel no pain.'

'But he would not listen, nor would he answer.

'Legolas!' she half-shouted. 'You have been carrying me like this for an entire night; put me down!'

'Indeed I care for you too much,' he murmured, averting her stare. He replied,' I cannot bear it if you should be harmed again.'

'For goodness' sake my Prince, we are in broad daylight and less than half a league away from the boundaries of Lorien! I demand that you allow me to walk on my own!' Bold was Celandiel, even Legolas being a Prince.

Legolas sighed, and set her to her feet. 'Sai eithel (very well). How is it that a few hours ago you were passing to the Dying Lands, and now you seemed that you never have been hurt?'

'I am not quite sure about it myself,' Celandiel replied. 'We shall ask the Lady Galadriel.'

Legolas nodded silently, overcome with joy that his love was not dead.

'What are you smiling about?' she asked, looking at his shining face.

'That you are alive, my child,' he replied, taking hold of her hand.

Celandiel didn't understand why he would be as though he was in love with her, but she returned a smile and they continued on their way to Lothlorien.

She took one step into the Woods and almost immediately she and Legolas were enveloped by Lorien archers. An Elf stepped out.

'Legolas?' he said, looking from the Prince to the young Elf beside him.

'Haldir,' Legolas gasped. 'We must see the Lady Galadriel immediately! Celandiel requires attention for her wound!'

'Wound?' Haldir asked, clearly puzzled. The she-Elf looked as though no injury beheld her. 'Legolas, she looks alive and well, she seems fine.'

'But she isn't!' argued the Prince. 'We were attacked by orcs! I haven's an idea why she would heal easily though.'

'Come then,' Haldir sighed. 'I shall take you to Galadriel's house.'

But just as they approached the bottom of her house, Celandiel felt Legolas' hand slip from hers, and there was a tremendous thud as Legolas collapsed to the floor.

'Legolas!' Celandiel cried, falling to the ground. 'What is wrong?'

'Legolas felt her beautiful voice was slipping away; everything was fading into darkness, and he knew no more.