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Chapter 6, Dreams and Memories.

  Legolas gazed up into the silver branches that swayed gently above him in the breeze. The Fellowship had reached the Fair Wood of Lothlórien, but had lost Gandalf in Moria. He was leaning against a tree that stood next to his bed. The trunk was incredibly smooth and silver. Legolas felt he knew this place. Well, he did know it; he knew all the tales of it, but he felt he had been there before. However hard he tried, he could not remember. Aragorn saw his friend frowning as he tried to get his memory into gear. He walked over.

"Are you ok Legolas?" he asked. Legolas didn't look at him.

"Fine."

"You just look a little…distant."

"I am thinking."

"About what may I ask."

"Things." He looked at Aragorn. His face was worried. Legolas was not usually like this. He sat down next to him. "What is the matter my friend? You can tell me."

Legolas shifted uneasily. "I have memories Aragorn, memories I cannot remember."

"I do not understand. How can you not remember your memories?"

"I was injured, nigh on 77 years ago, at the Battle of Five Armies. I lost a lot of my memory. I know of these memories, but I cannot remember them, if you know what I mean."

Aragorn nodded. "I see. What sort of memories?"

"I feel like I have been here before, though I cannot remember it. It feels like I just know of this place, but I am sure I've been here. But I cannot remember when." He looked down at the floor, his eyes shut. Aragorn gently placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder.

"They might return," he said.

"Yet they might not," Legolas replied sadly. "You know Rinamarth?"

"Yes very well. Why?"

"Apparently, we used to be in love."

Aragorn gaped at Legolas. "Really?"

"Yes, but I forgot. She still loves me dearly."

"And do you love her?"

"I do not know."

He held his head in his hands. "I feel something, but I do not know what. I do love her, but I don't know how much. Do you understand me Aragorn?"

"Yes Legolas, of course I do. Listen, as you should know, Elven love is always true and instant. If you have deep feelings for her, which you obviously do, then you should know that you love her."

Legolas looked back at him. "But ever since I lost my memory, I have been a bit confused about some things. It's been incredibly hard. I have had to learn things that I used to know well. It did not take long, for it all came back to me after a while, but I've hated it." He looked back towards the floor.

Aragorn sighed. "If there is anything I can do my friend, just ask." He got to his feet, and walked away, leaving Legolas to his thoughts.

  A couple of days later, Gimli and Legolas were taking a stroll through the woods. They were talking about their adventures so far, and how their journey could go from now on. Suddenly before them, they saw a bright light. Out of it, appeared:

"My Lady!" gasped Legolas, bowing. Gimli did the same.

Galadriel smiled at them. "And how are you two?" she asked. They rose back up. "We are very well My Lady, thank you for asking," replied Legolas.

"Good, good. Listen, Gimli, could you possibly leave Legolas and I for a while? I have something important to talk with him about."

"Of course My Lady. See you later Legolas," and with one more bow, Gimli made his way back to camp.

Galadriel turned to Legolas. "Come, walk with me," she said. Legolas felt his heart beat faster. They walked along, in silence at first, then Galadriel spoke. "You don't remember, do you?"

Legolas knew what she was talking about. "No My Lady."

They came to a fountain, and sat on the side. She laid her hand on his shoulder. "They will return, your memories."

"But when? I hate this, it's…it's…awful!" He looked to the floor. "Look, I'll take you somewhere, and you might be surprised," she said. Legolas looked back at her. Where was she going to take him? They got up, and she led him to a clearing. There was a bed there, nestled in the foot of a tree. It has silver sheets on it, and white cushions. The tree trunk was silver of course, and the ground was coated in a soft layer of leaves that had fallen the previous year. There was a small fountain to one side, and the water trickled gently down over the top. Legolas looked around. Galadriel held out her hands in front of him. On them, lay a half-made arrow. It was a half-made Mirkwood arrow. He looked at it. His initials were delicately carved on the shaft.

L.G

"How did you get this?" he asked her curiously. "I do not remember making this."

"Oh but you should do. You sat on that very bed there, and made it. You only half-finished it because you were interrupted. By Rinamarth. You put it to one side, and left it here when you left. I kept it, because I thought it of some importance, though I did not know why at the time. But now I do. Here, take it." She passed it to him. He turned it over slowly in his hands.

"Memories of a dream…" he whispered softly to himself.

Galadriel smiled. "What dream?" she asked.

"A few nights ago, I had a dream about this place. I dreamt that I was here, in this very clearing, and I was on a bed, leaning against the tree. There was something in my hands, but I could not tell what it was. Then I saw a beautiful Elf-maiden walk round the corner. Her hair was strangely short, unusual for an Elf-maiden. She was so fair, her eyes sparkled in the light, and her dress was a long, light blue. We had a conversation, and I put whatever I was holding down. But I think she wrote things down. Then I woke up." He looked at her. "Did it really happen?"

She nodded. "That beautiful, fair Elf-maiden you spoke of was Rinamarth."

"Rinamarth? But she has long, dark hair."

"I know, but that was just over 500 years ago now."

"Oh."

A vision suddenly seemed to flash through his head. He saw himself, putting his arm round Rinamarth, and whispering, "You are beautiful, and you must remember that." He shut his eyes, and put the arrow down, He placed his hand against his forehead. It hurt.

"Legolas? What is wrong?" asked Galadriel.

He gingerly lifted his hands away. "A flashback. Of Rinamarth and me. I told her something, that she was beautiful, and she must remember that."

"Yes, you did say that. She was depressed, because of the length of her hair. She asked you if you still loved her, and you said that…"

"…I would love her however long it was," finished Legolas. She smiled.

"Yes. She was eternally grateful to you for those words. The question I need to know the answer to though Legolas, is, do you still love her?" He looked up at her. A slight frown creased her brow, and she was staring right at him. He had to look away. "I don't know," was his hushed reply.

She gently placed her hand on his shoulder. "I think you do, deep down, don't you?"

He closed his eyes, blocking out everything around him, trying to find his deepest, most secret desires. The world went silent around him as he focused on finding her. He breathed deeply. A flicker suddenly went off inside him, like a flame trying to ignite. It flickered again, and he clearly saw it. It was her face, laughing in the sunshine. Her long dark hair was braided in the traditional Elvish fashion, and the sun was glittering in her eyes. Her fair face was lit up with her smile, and he smiled too.

  As she watched him, Galadriel saw the tiny smile develop into a full grin. "Yes," he saw slowly, and opened his eyes to look at her again. "I do love her. I love her very much. Thank you My Lady, you have helped me lift a great weight from my mind." She just smiled at him. "I have been glad to help you. I knew, that if you came here, and I showed you the arrow, and told you, you would be able to remember, and realise." She squeezed his shoulder, got to her feet, and walked gracefully off.

He watched her go, admiring her gracefulness, and sensing her aura around him. He leant back against the tree, and gazed up, high above into the trees. They swayed gently in the light breeze, and he sighed happily. He had remembered!

Gimli interrupted his 'happy moment'. "Alright Legolas?" Legolas could feel his brow trying to frown, but it couldn't because he felt so happy. He looked at the Dwarf.

"Yes thank you." He picked the arrow back up before Gimli sat on it.

Gimli walked over, and plonked himself down on the bed. "So, what did you talk about then?"

"Memories."

"Eh?"

"Memories. From dreams that are true."

"What are you going on about Legolas?"

Legolas grinned cheekily. "Memories and dreams that are true, although I did not realise it at first. You must understand Gimli, that our world is made of memories and dreams in a sense. What would we do, where would we be without our dreams? And what if we forgot everything?"

//Like I did.//

"The world would be so different." He sat back again, and put his hands behind his head. Gimli looked at him.

"You look a bit more relaxed than you did when I left you just an hour or so ago. What did she say exactly?" Legolas grinned again. "Ah, now that's my secret Gimli."

"That's not fair!"

"It's perfectly fair thank you very much! If you really want to know, we talked about Rinamarth."

"Elronds' daughter?"

"Yes."

"What for?"

"Now I definitely am not telling you that bit." Gimli laughed heartily.

"Ha! I've got it! You 'like' her don't you?" Legolas looked sideways at him. He was grinning from ear to ear, thinking he had sussed it. Legolas smiled. "Yes, she happens to be a very good friend of mine. We've known each other for hundreds of years."

"Hundreds of years eh? And you're just…friends?"

"Yes, for goodness sake!" Legolas got up, and started to walk off. Gimli laughed again. "Come Legolas, you know I was only joking my friend!" Legolas stopped and looked back. He smiled. "I know." He headed back to camp, twirling the half-made arrow round in his hands. Gimli looked after him.

//What is he so cheery about all of a sudden?//

He slowly followed Legolas back to camp.

  From then on, Legolas seemed much more cheerful, and everyone noticed it. Aragorn decided to talk to him about it. "So Legolas, you've certainly perked up." he said a few days later.

Legolas grinned. "Yes, I remembered."

"What?"

He walked over so no one else would hear. Legolas put down his stuff, and turned to him. "Galadriel came to me," he whispered. Aragorn could feel his mouth twitching slowly into a smile.

"And what exactly did she say?"

"She took me to the place where Rinamarth and I stayed when we were here. Obviously I had forgotten. She handed me this." He showed Aragorn the half-made arrow. Aragorn just stared at it, more than just a little confused. "How did that help?"

"I was making it when Rinamarth came to see me. I put it down, and left it here by mistake. She kept it for she felt it would be of some importance one day, but she did not know how. I had a flashback, and remembered about when we had been here. And I also know that…" he stopped, not really wanting to say any more.

"What?" asked Aragorn grinning.

Legolas felt his cheeks starting to burn. "I love her," he finished in a whisper so quiet that Aragorn could only just hear it. He smiled, and put his hand on Legolas' shoulder.

"I knew that you did really, deep down." He walked off. Legolas smiled to himself. He felt better he had told someone apart from Galadriel who knew anyway.

  A couple of weeks later, they left Lothlórien, and canoed down The River Anduin. Galadriel had given them all gifts and advice. To Legolas, she gave a bow of the Galadhrim, and a quiver of arrows. Her advice was;

"Do not dwell on the past, look to the future." He bowed and left.

  As she watched them sail away, Galadriel raised her hand to Frodo in farewell. She looked at Legolas. He looked a lot better than before, and was speeding along in the little boat with Gimli in front of him. She was glad he had remembered, even though it was only a small piece of all the memories he must have had once upon a time. She turned, and went back to her flet.