As the days went by, Legolas learned more and more about life as a normal being in her world. It was hard, but he was getting it. After all, he had gone from being in a world where his rank resonated everywhere to a place where it meant nothing. Although, it was nice to be looked upon without that holier-than-thou stare that most of his subjects gave him.

Legolas, in his short time with Christine and Arwen had experienced clothes shopping, movies, restaurants, grocery shopping, driving (a passenger mind you), television, and so much more.

Arwen was in her glory having her father around finally, the elf had noticed. And he felt the same about her. It was almost like a fairy tale.

The fire between Legolas and Christine was a strong as ever. It was as if the ten years made no difference. Making love to her, as he had found out the night he had returned, was just was mind-blowing as it had been the first time.

Legolas groaned as a fire heated his blood. Just then, the woman in question entered the room.

Christine took one look at the heat in his gaze and grinned. Slowly, she sauntered over to Legolas gently kissed him. Quickly, it turned passionate.

"So," he asked between kisses, "how are you this fine morning?"

"Good. I have some tea steeping for us."

Legolas smiled. That was something he knew about at least.

"I enjoy tea. It is one thing that our worlds share."

"And one less thing for Arwen and I to drag upon you to learn about." She said and laughed.

Legolas laughed too. "Oh, I do not mind. It was enjoyable to see more parts of your world."

Christine leaned her head against Legolas's chest. "Sometimes I can't believe you are really here."

The Elf gently ran his fingers through her hair. "I know the feeling. Sometimes I think I am in heaven and if I pinch myself I shall wake to find myself back in Mirkwood."

"But lucky for us," The Elf continued, "It is real."

"I agree wholeheartedly." Christine said and snuggled closer to Legolas.

Just at that moment, Christine heard a bus pull up in front of the house. "Ah! Arwen is back from school."

As if on cue, Arwen opened the door and entered the foyer.

"Hello darling."

Arwen sent her a hello before setting down her backpack and taking off her sneakers.

"Hey, dad!" she said, spotting Legolas.

"Hello."

And with that, Arwen told her parents in great detail about school while making a snack. Most ten year olds let their parents do that for them, but their daughter was fiercely independent and insisted on doing it herself.

Christine felt a great pride in that trait. It meant that when it came time for their daughter to be on her own, she would make it with flying colours.

She watched Legolas watch Arwen with that same parental pride she was feeling. It was so nice to know that the two of them had connected so well already. In fact, she thought, it seemed a little too smooth.

The suspicion, at first, she thought was ridiculous and tried to brush it off. But instead, it nagged at her. Christine had no idea why she would get such a feeling. After all, there was no reason for them not to have immediate chemistry.

Christine thought back to the day he had returned. Arwen had been excited, but it seemed as though she had expected it or even knew it was coming. Now, having been with Legolas, he had told her plenty about Elves and their keen senses of intuition.

If Arwen's Elven powers were strong enough to know he was returning, why hadn't she told her? For one thing, Arwen knew how much Legolas meant to her. Too keep such powerful information from her own mother was not like her daughter at all.

After dinner, she decided, she and Arwen would have a discussion. Christine prayed with all her heart that her feelings were simply misgivings.

And so, after dinner was finished, Christine took her daughter into her bedroom and gently closed the door.

"Honey, would it be alright if I talked to you for a moment?"

Arwen nodded. "Yes."

"I realize that is may sound silly honey, but I've been having some suspicions lately."

Arwen looked at her with a puzzled expression.

"When your father returned to me, you seemed as though.as though you knew it would happen."

Arwen felt a tinge of fear. Was there a chance her mother had picked up on something?

When Arwen didn't say anything, Christine pressed her again.

"Please answer me, honey and tell me the truth." Arwen saw that familiar look that her mother got that told her that there would serious consequences if she didn't.

"I-I did know, mom. I-I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to get all hopeful and then have it be wrong."

Well, that was the partial truth. It killed Arwen inside to not be able to tell her mother the full truth. If she did, their precious family would fall apart and she knew her mother would cast away her father.

There was no way Arwen wanted to lose him. It would crush her heart. In the short time she had spent time with Legolas; her daughter's love for him grew stronger than it had been when she had just simply talked to him through her mind.

Christine regarded her daughter with a look that would have sent the boogeyman running for cover.

"Tell me the truth."

Arwen flinched. Her mother's perceptiveness was scary sometimes.

"I knew.a couple of months ago, when I." Arwen took a deep breath, and cast her eyes to the floor, unable to look at her mother.

"I-I was reached by dad's Royal seer, Dana. A-After we first connected mentally; we started talking to each other every night after I would go to bed."

Christine's eyes widened as she heard her daughter's story. How could the two people in the world she cared the most about betray her like this?

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" Christine demanded.

"I didn't want to tell you until I was sure you were ready to know."

"Honey, that's not an excuse and you know it. What you need to understand is that for ten years, my heart was broken not having your dad around."

Arwen felt guilt rush through her and tears sting her eyes.

"It would have eased my pain to know that you had been able to do this, but instead you kept it to yourself and allowed me to keep suffering because you thought 'I wasn't ready' to know."

"I'm sorry, mom."

"That's not enough, Arwen."

Tears poured freely down her daughter's face now. "I-I thought you would get mad at me for being able to talk to dad while you couldn't because you're human."

Christine was floored by her answer. "Arwen, I wouldn't have been mad! I would have been happy for you. It was my ultimate dream that you would be able to meet your father."

Arwen sniffed before she spoke again. "A-are you mad at dad too? He didn't tell you either."

Christine saw Legolas enter the room just as her daughter asked that question. And from the look on his face, he knew exactly what she was talking about.

"Yes, I am mad. I feel betrayed."

Legolas gave her a gentle, sad look. "I am sorry that this truth was kept from you. I have tried to tell you so many times, but the fear of losing you and Arwen stopped me."

"Sorry won't cut it, Legolas. As I told Arwen, I was heartbroken for ten long years because you weren't with me. And now you return and I think that for the first time I can be happy again."

Tears poured down Christine's face as she spoke.

"I was wrong. Now I learn that the only man I ever truly loved has betrayed me."

Legolas felt his heart breaking at her words. He knew without a doubt now that he was going to lose them both.

As if on cue, she said, "I want you out of my life, now. Go back home. I don't care how you do it, just go away. I have no tolerance for a liar."

"NO!" Arwen screamed, breaking the tension in the room.

Swiftly, she ran into Legolas's arms and held him tightly. "Please don't go, dad!"

Legolas cried softly as he held his daughter in his arms. "My precious child." He whispered to her. Oh how it was going to pain him not to hold her ever again.

Arwen turned to face her mother. "Please don't make him leave." She pleaded.

"I'm afraid that this is the way it has to be, Arwen. Now just say goodbye and let him go, honey."

"NO!" she screamed again, and didn't leave her father's arms.

Just then, a glowing portal whooshed into the room. "They must know what is happening, for that is the portal that will take me home." Legolas said sadness in his voice.

Arwen still refused to budge. "I am not going to let you go. I love you, dad." She said softly.

Legolas looked at his daughter with a tear stained face. "I love you too, my sweet daughter."

Carefully, Legolas removed her arms from around his neck and set her on the floor.

"Goodbye." He said, and sadly walked towards the portal.

Arwen watched as her father walk away from her, and out of her life. No, she thought, this was NOT going to happen. Getting up from her position on the floor, she made a powerful decision. Without warning, she ran through the portal after him.

"ARWEN, NO!" Christine screamed, and tried to grab her daughter. It was in vain. The portal swiftly swallowed them both.