AUTHOR'S NOTE: I know it probably would have made more sense to put this in at chapter six, but I was far too excited about actually being able to upload the chapters that I forgot! So anyway, here we go: I want to thank all of those who have reviewed this story before and since I updated it. I was so afraid that you all had forgotten about this story but I was quite wrong! I am so glad that you all enjoy reading this story as much as I did writing it for you. Oh yes...for those of you who have read the books, I meddled with it just for the purpose of the story...I shall not give it away so I don't ruin the next movie for ya.

SPECIAL THANK YOU: to my darling MSN buddy who made the uploading of chapters six and on possible! You are awesome!

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The next morning, light shone through the windows of Legolas's room to beam down on the new lovers.

Christine stirred and opened her eyes. She smiled as she saw Legolas staring back at her. Wordlessly, he reached out and caressed her face.

"Good morning, my love." he said softly.

"Good morning." Christine stretched and yawned, then snuggled closer to Legolas.

"Last night was wonderful." he whispered in her ear as he draped an arm around her waist.

"It was." Christine agreed. A moment later, Legolas's hand dissappeared under the covers.

"I would love to live it all again..." he whispered, when he found the spot where she liked to be touched most. Christine arched into his touch and moaned.

"So would I..." she said, clearly aroused.

And so, for the second time, they made love to one another. All morning, in fact.

"My! My! you two are up late today." Elrond said, when he saw the couple come down for lunch.

"We were really tired." Christine said, and sat down at the large table in the dining hall.

Elrond arched an eyebrow at the blush on Christine's cheeks but chose not to say anything.

Soon, the table was packed with Elves from the kingdom, right down to the cook. For Legolas's father thought of all his royal court as equals, which was one of the big reasons he was very well liked.

Some traditional Elven meals were served, which Christine just had to try since they all smelled and looked wonderful. She rolled her eyes in ecstacy. It all tasted absolutely devine. She hate until she was completely full, much to all the Elve's delight. It had been a while since they had someone in their midst that had savoured and enjoyed their food as much as Christine had.

Christine smiled and set her utensils on her plate. "Pleased?" Legolas said, grinning.

"Oh yes! that was wonderful!" she said and patted her stomach.

Legolas chuckled at her gesture. "I have a feeling you will not be hungry for a while."

"Nope! I stuffed my face!" she gleefully admitted.

"You are truly one in a million. Only you would admit something like that."

Christine laughed at that. "yup!"

Everyone at the table watched the two talk and laugh. They exchanged looks at one another. It was obvious to them that there was chemistry between the two.

"I believe that they may just be more than friends." Elrond whispered to Thranduil, Legolas's father and the King of Mirkwood.

Thranduil looked in their direction, then smiled. "I think you might just be right. After all, the looks they are giving one another, clearly they are only exchanged by lovers."

Elrond nodded his agreement. "So, what do you make of this?" he asked the King.

"I see no reason for it not to be." Thranduil answered. "She seems to make Legolas happy, and that is the important thing."

Elrond smiled at that. Thranduil had always cared deeply for his son, and his son for him. Legolas was definately a lucky Elf.

At the moment, the two lovebirds in question were facing one another, touching foreheads and smiling. They were completely oblivious to everyone around them. Legolas softly caressed Christine's arm while she did the same to his neck. Carefully, the two of them stood and dissmissed themselves from the already half-cleared table.

"That was by far the best food I have ever eaten." Christine said, once they reached one of the many balconies in the kingdom.

Legolas beamed at her. "Thank you. The cook will be happy to hear that. Did you see the delighted look on her face while you ate?"

Christine laughed. "I did."

Legolas laughed too, then began to caress her face. Christine lost herself in his blue eyes while he stared at her.

"Legolas!"

The Elf turned his head to see who was calling him. It was Elrond.

"Yes?"

"I have some news for you. We found some information on just how Christine came to our world."

This time, he had Christine's attention aswell. "So, how did it happen?"

"Well, it is part of an ancient Elven prophecy that has been passed down from generation to generation. It says that a great warrior shall help The One bring peace to Middle Earth forever. A month to the day later, the warrior will meet the one with whom he is destined to spend the rest of his days. She will come by touching the warrior's sword and declaring her heart to him and shall stand by him."

"This was forseen?" Legolas said, astonished.

"Yes, that would be so."

Christine's heart soared. This meant that she and Legolas were supposed to be together. It meant that she didn't have to leave, that she could stay by his side. Never had she been happier in her life.

"But," Elrond said, his voice turning grave, "there is a dark part to this."

Legolas and Christine exchanged frightened looks.

"What does it say?" Christine asked finally.

"It says that happiness is not to last forever, for a great evil will separate the two lovers; Death."

Legolas paled. One of them was going to die. The Elf couldn't bare the thought of leaving Christine or visa versa. However, he knew the lethal power of things like this. They always came true no matter what you tried to do to stop them.

Tears sprung to Legolas's eyes. Why did this have to happen? Why did he have to be punished for falling in love for the first time?

Christine stole a glance at Legolas and felt her heart sink at his desolute expression. He looked as though the world had caved in on him. Funny, she felt the same way.

"What can we do to stop this?"

Elrond frowned. "Nothing. The Fates are more powerful than any force we have here on Middle Earth."

"So we are just going to let it happen?!" Christine demanded furiously.

"If there was anything we could do, we would do it."

Christine couldn't take it and broke down and cried. Almost immediately, Legolas put his arms around her and gave her comfort as best he could.

Why did they have to face misery again? Why would the fates bring two people who are meant to be together and then tear them apart? That's just not how it went.

Just then, Gandalf approached the three of them. He observed their sad faces then frowned.

"Why are you all looking so glum?"

Elrond wordlessly handed the piece of parchment paper to the wizard. Carefully, Gandalf read it over then handed it back to Elrond.

"This is grim." he said finally.

"Yes...and they say there is nothing we can do." Legolas said, his voice quivering.

"Ah...but you forget the one exception to these prophecies." Gandalf said, bending over to look the Elf Prince in the eye.

"And what is that?" he asked, eager to know.

"That there is a chance to stop it if one of the two people are not from this world." The wizard turned his head and looked pointedly at Christine.

Christine's eyes went wide. "How did you know? You haven't met me until now!"

Gandalf chuckled. "That is the advantage to being around for as long as I have. You can just simply know."

Christine felt her heart swell with hope. They would beat this, she decided. There was no way she was going to lose the love of her life.