(Disclaimer: Guess what!…Nothing's changed! I'm still not Tolkien, and I still don't own Legolas, Mirkwood, or anything else to do with Middle Earth. Sadly, I do claim full responsibility for Lily and all the other made up stuff. Again…this is humor, people..)

Lily awoke the next morning and saw that Legolas was sitting right by her bed. He must not have moved the entire night, she thought. She smiled at him and sat up slowly. Though she had just woken up, her shimmering black hair with it's violet highlights was just perfect, not one strand out of place. What was that? The highlights were blue before you say? You're crazy...go get your eyes checked. Anyway, Legolas had a troubled look in his pristine azure blue eyes, and certainly Lily immediately noticed this. In fact, she did not have to reply on his looks, as she could sense his worry.

She found that she could sense the feelings of other elves, humans, dwarves, and hobbits alike. Her dragon ancestry gave her the gift of empathy. Of course, her dragon blood was not like that of most dragons of Middle Earth. It came from an entirely different species of dragon, the Canundi, who were a kind, gentle and peace-loving clan. Coincidentally, Lily was the last living descendant of that blood. She was also now the last of her people, as they had all been slain in that horrible battle. This knowledge had come to her in her dreams, and she knew it was true.

Lily had prophetic dreams almost every night. She used her knowledge only to help people, though, Lily would never, ever consider using her powers for her own selfish gain. She did not even tell people about her dreams, if she could help it, for they would certainly become afraid of her great power.

"What is the matter, Legolas?" She asked him, her sweet voice was kind and understanding. She liked the sound of his name on her tongue...It reminded her of a babbling mountain brook, or perhaps of the gentle summer breeze as it had once drifted through the open plains of her old homeland, or some other kind of poetical nonsense like that.

Legolas did not answer at once, because he was completely enthralled by her beauty once again. Yup, by this point he was even more hopelessly besotted. Her pale and flawless skin looked as if it were as soft to the touch as silk. Oh! How he ached just to brush his fingers across it. He took a deep breath, recalling why he was troubled again. Funny how things like saving all of Middle Earth seemed unimportant when he was daydreaming of Lily's...skin.

"I have been called to a council," Legolas answered gravely. "I know not why, only that it concerns the shadow in the east. Messengers came last night." This almost-canonical line promptly caused three readers and the author to faint.

Lily gasped, holding one dainty hand to her mouth for a second before she spoke in a properly princess-like expression of horror. "The shadow! That is what destroyed my home! Sauron was searching for his Ring, and he thought that my father, Royal King of Eerinyahasen, had hidden it from him many years ago. You see, because of my royal and divine bloodline, my family may carry the Ring and it cannot control me. That is why he would think we would have it. You must take me with you to this council, you must! The fate of Middle Earth depends on it!" She cried out in a true show of princessly melodramaticness, her yellow-green eyes bright. In fact, they were so bright that anyone who looked at them directly would probably be blinded for life.

Now Lily was the only one who could carry the Ring. She was Middle Earth's last hope! I mean, really, a hobbit carrying something like that all the way to Mordor? Absolutely absurd...

What now? Oh, you don't remember that was the reason Eerinya...[*impolite word omitted*] whatevertheheckthenamewas was attacked was because Sauron was looking for his Ring? You haven't been playing attention have you? Ah ha! The truth finally comes out. Now you see why I have to remind you how Lily looks all the time. She really is pretty, and it pains me deeply to think you would forget something so wonderful and important.

"How do you know of all this?" Legolas asked, for once a valid question. This would surely cause the two readers that had not fainted before to do so now. So really the point of going on with this chapter is kinda silly, since everybody who was reading it is now unconscious, but here it is anyway.

"I have foreseen it," Lily said in a low voice, that almost sounded like Darth Sidious from Star Wars except...prettier. Yes, she had psychic powers, and she had seen all that would come to pass if she did not take action. Does she remind you just a bit of Galadriel yet? "So you will take me with you. You must!" She said with finality. By this time she had said "you must" exactly three times in close succession. Her crimson eyes rested on Legolas gently. He did not understand of course, but Lily would help him to see. She brushed a strand of silky ebony hair out of her face for no reason other than to look cute. Her eyes were surprisingly the same shade of yellow-green they had been a moment ago.

Lily could not tell even Legolas her secret. She was, actually, the Chosen One. She carried the fourth elven ring, Ragnarok, the one that was unknown to all the others. Even Sauron did not know of it. Lily knew that she was the Chosen One, as her grandfather, the god Eru, had told her that she was when she had been only four years old. Though she carried one of the great rings of power, she did not know that that was what it was. She thought it only a family heirloom. But she was the Chosen One, so she knew what she had to do. She had to convince Legolas this without telling him her secret. She wanted him to treat her only as a princess, not as a Goddess and the Chosen One. She just wanted to be normal sometimes.

How's that for a plot twist? Lily had indeed twisted canon beyond all belief, but it was for a good reason(Lily is just such a cool character, everybody wants to know about her!). It was almost enough to make the author faint again, just after having been revived from the first incident. Oh, anyway, back to the story.

"No!" Legolas protested as he stood. That sounded alright until he continued. "You are not well enough for such a journey milady. We might encounter all sorts of fell beasts on the way to Rivendell. I could not bear to lose you, my fair Lily!" He said softly. Anyone's guess is as good as mine as to why he called it Rivendell instead of Imladris, as the elves knew it. A faint rosy hue tinted his cheeks as he confessed his reluctance to lose Lily, as he had not meant to say that. He felt unworthy to even look upon such a fair lady. Now, for some reason he was not suspicious of why Lily knew so much about the Ring. Who could ever be suspicious of Lily? One so beautiful and wise would have to be incapable of saying anything that was not pure truth. She was as pure and innocent as her Unicorn and Goddess ancestry, and that is partly why she could carry the Ring with no trouble at all.

"Legolas...," Lily looked sad. "I am sorry, but I must go. If you will not take me, I will follow you," She said defiantly. She had known that Legolas was becoming fond of her, but she was not so sure what to make of it. She really, really wanted to declare her undying love for him right there, but that wouldn't have done much for the story.

"Alright," Legolas gave in rather suddenly and for no apparent reason. This was probably the first documented case ever of an elf saying 'alright'.

Lily smiled and Legolas smiled and then they went to get ready to leave. Whoop-de-do, and to Rivendell we go!

(This chapter came fast didn't it? Well, I was bored, and I got inspired. Thank you to everybody who has reviewed so far! You make me feel all special, warm and fuzzy! I just love reviews. To Infinitys-End…you can have that cookie, because your explanation sounds a lot better than mine((I didn't have one)). Heh. Also there was a question about nunchucks, and since I haven't got anything else to do I shall enlighten all of you! *evil cackling* Nunchucks, or nunchaku, are an ancient Japanese weapon. They were originally used for threshing rice and consisted of two unequal lengths of hardwood connected by a horsehair cord. Modern day nunchaku are constructed of equal lengths of wood, metal or plastic, and are connected with a nylon cord or a length of chain. That's the official description. You want mine? Look at Michelangelo from Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles(the one in orange^^). He uses them. *grins* I loved that cartoon. Now don't I look smart for explaining all that? ^^ Totally out of place on Middle Earth. Yup. You probably didn't really care about all of that, but there it is anyway. Hee. Like I said, I've got time on my hands. 'Nother cookie up for grabs! Who can spot a really blaring plothole? *grin*)