Ok, you don't want to know what happened this time let's just say it involved my keyboard and my younger brother and ice cream. Yeah, that was messy. Anyway, here is the next chapter in which stuff actually happens *gasp*! Yes, I know I need to get the plot moving. Stupid Draco/Hermione fics have me brainwashed. Good thing I took that healthy brain seminar at school on health day. Yes, I know I need to get to the point. The point is, there is no point! I am just trying to buy time until I actually have to start writing. And if you hate this chapter, too bad because I have never been that great at writing romantic fluff. Flaming is welcomed if it is really that bad. Oh, all right, I'm done *is possessed by gremlins and starts to write*.

Disclaimer: The gremlins are telling me that this is all a product of my brilliant mind! But I have enough sense left to know that it is not. Even though I do not make a living off writing Tolkien fanfiction, *cough cough, Mr. Jordan*, I do enjoy it enough to admit that most of it does not belong to me. end transmission.

Something More

It was a dark windless night, full of emptiness, silence, sadness. Peregrin Took had given up on sleep after many hours of tossing and turning, and now stood with his arms crossed over a railing, gazing out at the waterfall and letting the shadows take him in. Why did I ever leave the Shire. A question, so many times asked that he had begun to believe there was not an answer. Yea, he had wanted to help Frodo, but he had not known what he was getting himself into that day. Merry had been all for it as well. And now, Frodo was gone. Worse than dead. And Merry where are you?

For the past year, scenes of Merry lying dead at his feet had haunted his dreams. But he can't be dead I would have felt it! This thought was always a bit of a comfort, but not much. It was worse than knowing he was dead, the not-knowing. It was worse than anything in the world, and made him feel so helpless, that then and there he could have jumped off the balcony. But he couldn't die, not while there was still hope. He needed to be strong. I'm too small for this.

A slight rustling of cloth made him turn suddenly to find Elrond behind him. He almost jumped a foot in the air, and had to take a few deep breaths to calm himself. After all, he had spoken bravely in front of him during their earlier discussion, so why couldn't he say anything now? He looks soso, old. That was an odd thought. Elves were forever young, and to see one in such a state of unhappiness touched his heart painfully.

"Such brave words, to risk all for your friends, yes that is bravery indeed." He spoke softly, partly to Pippin, partly to the night, and a little to himself. He stared ahead, unblinking. "But then again, should we not all show such bravery at times like these? That it took a hobbit, a hobbit to make me see that is indeed a wonder."

"What are you talking about?" Pippin was unnerved by Elrond's manner, and a bit afraid. It was as if the elf was not even there. Elrond finally looked at him, seeming to have awoken from some sort of trance.

"I mean that you, Peregrin took of the Shire, have shown me the courage that we should all possess. A foolish old man I have become, locked away in this wood where, I have convinced myself, I could never be touched by such evil as the Dark Lord. I know now it was wrong to remain safe while so many of this world suffered. But no longer." He went back to looking into the pitch-black that surrounded them as if he could see his daughter, still alive, only feet away. But Pippin was still confused about what he had said.

"My Lord?"

"As soon as the woman is healed, you shall set out for the Black City, only this time, you will be accompanied by what is left of the great race of elves. I have seen the errors of my ways. There is a time for peace. But now is the time for war."

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Legolas crouched on one side of a shelter, face crossed by moonbeams, Selene pausing next to him. Any minute now, he thought. Faramir will give me the signal to begin the revolt. After weeks of secret meetings and careful planning, Legolas had organized a small army of about a thousand slaves who had agreed to help try to put an end to the Dark Lord's rule. Tonight, they were attempting to steal through the camp, killing as many Orcs as possible, and making it look as though the captains had turned on each other and reverted to cannibalism. It was not going to be easy.

Relaxing a little, he slid back to sitting and rested againt the scrap metal wall. He was oblivious to anything but the direction from which he knew would come a flash of light from a candle. Any minute now. A sudden chill went down his spine, and he realized that Selene had put a hand on his shoulder and slid down next to him. His heart skipped a beat as she whispered in his ear.

"The moonlight makes eveything look so beautiful." He looked up into her hazel eyes, like miniature moons themselves, shiningwith a fierce light. He gave her a small smile, then turned back to the watch, determined not to miss the signal. As he settled down into the waiting, he was once again distracted as she slid her arms around his neck and breathed into his hair.

"Why will you not look at me, Legolas?" He turned slowly to answer her, and realized how close they were. A faint breeze stirred, and her hair rippled across her face. He put a hand out to brush it back, and felt her sigh as he touched her skin. His hand stroked her hair, silky and soft to the touch. Her gaze was hypnotic, draining his thoughts of all sense and reality. There was no past or future. There was only now.

They were so close now that he could feel her breath on his face, and with finality, he brought her head closer and closed the gap between their lips. This is what the Grey Havens must be like. She was kissing him back, shyly at first, but then with more determination. His head swam, his thoughts clouded and empty of everything but her sweet lips, pressing insistently on his own. He deepend the kiss, no longer aware of where he was or why he was there. She was his and that was all that mattered.

He was dimly aware of her pressing closer to him, and her arms entwining around his neck, and then of her leaning forward, and before he knew it, she was sliding her hands down his chest. Her touch was so cold that he broke away suddenly, breathing heavily.

"What is it?" She was looking at him with confusion, but then she looked up and let out a small cry. Three Orcs stood towering over them. Selene shrank back against the shelter wall as Legolas leaped to his feet. He reached for his bow, then remembered he had set it down a few feet away. But it was too late. The Orc nearest him grabbed him roughly and threw him to the ground. The impact sent his mind reeling, but he tried to stand nonetheless. Before he could regain his balance, a hand came out of nowhere and lifted him into the air as if he were as light as a feather. He tried to look around to make sure Selene was alright, but no matter which way he looked, he could not see her. His last thought before the Orc hit him squarely and unconciousness took hold; traitor.