Disclaimer: Hello all! I know that this may sound very stupid, me having read most of Tolkien's books! But, what happens when an Elf enters the Grey Havens? I thought that they may die or something, but now I'm not sure! Please review and tell me what you think!

Anyway, thankies for all the reviews! I love hearing from you, good or bad (mainly good)! I try and reply to them, but my computer is silly and won't do things! We are getting a new one soon, so it hopefully won't shut down for no good reason, or kick me out of the Internet!

Oooh, one last thing! Didn't Billy Boyd sing lovely in the film?! He made me go all funny inside! I defy all women (or even men, you never know), who don't like that man!

I have also put a little Elvish in this, so if you are not sure what the characters are saying, check my author's note at the bottom of the page and all will be explained!

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Chapter 4: Passing Spirits

"Captain Legolas?" Said Caranthir timidly; "we must press on. The Goblins may come back, and we do not have to strength to fight another battle."

Legolas did not answer. He had not taken his eyes off of Narquelie's lifeless form for minutes, he could feel a prickling sensation in the corner of his eyes and felt something trickle down his cheek. There was a slight breeze, which was like a blast of icy wind to Legolas. The rising sun was as red as the blood trickling slowly over the ground by his friend. He knelt down by Narquelie and ever so gently, closed his eyes with his index finger, which was shaking violently. This was the first time that Legolas had encountered death, and he made him breathless. Nothing could have ever prepared him for it, like a disease it infected him.

"Captain," Said Caranthir a little more urgently, "we must go!"

Legolas was snapped back to reality, and tore his eyes away from Narquelie's prone figure, and rested his eyes upon Caranthir.

"O-Of course, Caranthir," said Legolas quickly, trying to act strong, "saddle up the wounded and try and retain all the supplies you can."

Caranthir nodded, and made to turn round but stopped.

"And, what is there to be done about to dead?" He said quietly.

Legolas stared at him blankly, "we shall not leave them here to rot." He said adamantly, "give any able-bodied rider instructions to carry the … "

But he could not finish his sentence, and a choke could only escape his lips. As if reading his mind, Caranthir nodded and made his way back to the battlefield. He lifted Narquelie carefully in his arms and followed Caranthir across the plain.

The ground was littered with bodies of fallen Elves, and the once green grass was now stained dark red with blood. Darkness took him, and it took all the strength he could muster to carry on. He gently lowered Narquelie to the ground, and took the reins of the nearest horse and adjusted the saddle. Once he had mounted his horse, he called upon one of the surviving Elves to lift Narquelie's body on his horse with him. He turned round to see that all the remaining Elves were mounted on horses, carrying what they could. He gave the orders to march, and they carried on their long and lonely journey across the Misty Mountains.

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It took longer than Legolas thought to pass over the Misty Mountains, and even though he wouldn't admit it, it was due to the heavy burden the riders were carrying. He had to get his friends body to Rivendell; he would not let the ground rot him. All the same, carrying the many dead Elves was slowing their progress and it wasn't until their second day of travelling over the mountains did any Elf dare to bring this up.

"Captain Legolas," said Caranthir trotting beside Legolas, "I do not wish to bring this up – "

"I know what you will say," interrupted Legolas brusquely, "and I do not wish the dead that gave their lives to be left behind."

"I understand, Sir." Pressed Caranthir, "it is just that, well, they are slowing our progress."

"So what would you have me do with them?" Shouted Legolas angrily at Caranthir, "leave them to be taken by the mountain? No honour in their passing!"

"I didn't mean that Sir," said Caranthir quickly, "I was mearly suggesting that we … "

"That we what, Caranthir?" Legolas snapped, "I know what you were thinking, but I will not let it happen."

Caranthir thought that it would be better not to press the subject, and sank back into the sea of Elves behind the Captain. He adjusted Narquelie so that he wouldn't fall off, and continued in silence.

The remaining journey was long and hard, not helped by riders having the bear another limp rider. Blizzards enveloped the company, until they could barely see the rider in front of them. Legolas held tightly to Narquelie, and through the thick falling snow, he trudged on. After almost two days, the company came over the mountain and saw trees in the distance. The distant trickle of the river Bruinen could be heard over the wails of the wind, and it soothed Legolas' heart. On the horizon Legolas could see the faint outline of the Trollshaws, and the slowly rising sun couldn't have been more different from the morning after the battle. It was pale orange, tinted with yellow, highlighting their faces. The Elven settlement of Rivendell could be seen, just on the Bruinen. Legolas sighed and halted his company.

"May your hearts be lifted," he said in Elvish tongue, "we have arrived at Rivendell, and here we find rest and shelter. A place to give the fallen their final resting place."

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Legolas led what was left of his company to Rivendell, which looked so peaceful in the autumn sunlight. The ground was covered in fallen leaves, with more falling from the trees, soft bird noises echoed around the company, and a gentle breeze rippled around them. Legolas, clutching Narquelie tightly, slid gracefully off his horse and laid Narquelie down on the floor. He heard a soft patter of footsteps behind him, and he turned round to be faced with Lord Elrond of Rivendell. He differed from the Mirkwood Elves; for one thing he had long ebony coloured hair, in which half a dozen strands had been plaited. A crown of shimmering silver was atop his head and a welcoming smile on his lips.

"Prince Legolas, you are most welcome!" He said, and moved forward and pulled Legolas into an embrace.

"Thank you Master Elrond." Replied Legolas faintly.

Elrond let his gaze wonder over the Mirkwood army, and the light in his eyes seemed to go out and his smile dwindled. He turned his gaze back to Legolas, and frowned slightly.

"Your company is far less than I had imagined, Legolas, " he said, "Thranduil promised me at least four hundred strong!"

"We set out with four hundred," whispered Legolas, "but we were ambushed by a large number of Goblins, and many were slaughtered."

At this comment Elrond's eyes fell upon the lifeless form of Narquelie Elensar, and indeed on the many limp forms of fallen Elves being carried by their comrades. He sighed glumly.

"I see, well you had better rest Legolas," he said, putting a comforting hand on Legolas' shoulder, "your heart must be weary with grief and sorrow. Leave your horses here; my stable guards will see that they are settled. Come."

"What is to be done with the dead?" Asked Legolas.

"Lay them with Narquelie Elensar, and we will bury them in the morning." He said, and motioned for Legolas to follow him.

Legolas took one last look at his best friend and let himself be led away by Elrond; a great weight seemed to be pulling his heart down. He now wished that he had not left Mirkwood, and that he had told his father that he did not want to be the Captain of Mirkwood's army. He knew that it would not be long before he was fighting once more, and more Elves would be killed, and more people he cared about would be lost. At this thought, something else sprang to his mind.

"Master Elrond." He said quietly.

"Yes Legolas."

"My father got a message from you the day that I left for Rivendell," he said slowly, "about Alasse Anwarunya and her company from Lothlorien. That they had arrived here, seeking solace."

"That they did," he replied plaintively, "only two hundred I might add. Why do you ask?"

"I-I just wanted to know if she … they were alright." He said, blushing slightly.

"No they were not, Legolas. Many of them died shortly after arrival, making their number dwindle to one hundred and fifty." He said, looked at Legolas, concern was apparent in his face.

"And what of the Lady Galadriel?" Asked Legolas, "did she wish to travel to Rivendell?"

Elrond smiled slightly, "oh no she did not." He said, "she told me that her place was in Lothlorien, with the rest of her people."

"Oh I see." Then he said, hesitating slightly, "did Alasse Anwarunya make it?"

"Yes she did," said Elrond, a small smile still apparent on his face, "Would you wish to seek her that you enquire after her?"

"If that's not too much trouble, Master Elrond."

"Oh no, not at all!" He said, "I shall take you to her now."

Legolas followed Elrond into a great hall, with many doors leading off it. He walked with Elrond up to the far end of the hall, where they stopped.

"She is just through there, Legolas." He said quietly, "but I must warn you, be prepared strong, I do no think that she could cope if you react."

Legolas nodded, and opened the door slowly. He peered in and saw a white figure standing at the window, and he closed the door behind him. He took a nervous steep towards her, and reached out to touch her shoulder. Alasse sensed him and turned round sharply and grabbed his arm. Nothing could have prepared Legolas for what he saw, and it felt as if someone had stabbed him through the heart. He once flawless skin was covered in bruises and scars. An almighty gash ran down from just outside the corner of her eye, to her lips, which were pale and slightly blue. Her eyes were filled with tears and her other arm was in a sling and bent at an odd angle. Her eyes bore into Legolas' and he never wanted to leave her gaze.

"Nae saian luume' Legolas." She whispered, barely opening her mouth.

"Oio naa elealla alasse'." He replied in the same tone as hers.

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Author's note: Yes yes, I know there was some Elvish, but here are the translations:

Nae saian luume' – It has been too long.

Oio naa elealla alasse' – Ever is thy sight joy

Well I hoped you liked this, 'cos it took me bloody ages to write (had a bit of writers block)! Please read and review!