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I entered our room to find her already in bed and asleep. The covers were wrapped around her waist and her hair spread across the pillow in golden waves. There were silver tear tracks shining on her face, caught by the moonlight. She had disappeared this morning and had not stepped out of the room all day. I had worried for her when she did not come to dinner. But Elrond assured me that just need some time to herself.

I sat on the edge of the bed, watching her chest move up and down. It soothed me for some reason. She turned onto her side, one hand tucked underneath her head. A soft sigh escaped her lips as she did so.

I kissed her brow and stood up to undress. Keeping my eyes on her all the while. I was angry, though I know not what at. I was angry that I had left her, I had not been here for her.

I was angry at myself. I had been reckless with my decisions.

Arwen returned today. Instead of following the plan, after we arrived in Imladris, she had departed to Mirkwood to visit a friend, and upon her return she had brought letters from my family. She was looking forward to meeting Thalia, and to be honest, I was eagerly awaiting their meeting. I had known Arwen for centuries and it was important for me to know that they both enjoyed each others company. And it would be good for Thalia to have a female companion.

I entered the bathroom and was suddenly assailed by the strong scent of vanilla. Her scent. Her gown had been carelessly discarded on the floor. But it was not this which caught my attention. There on the floor, was a pile of her blades, they looked as if they had been stood on and now lay, broken and smashed on the marble floor. I strode over to the cupboard and took out her small bag, and in there were two unbroken razors. She had destroyed her strongest connection to her past life. I could understand why she had kept two, just in case.

I felt immense pride well up within me and I smiled the truest smile in forever, it seemed.

I left the bathroom and slid into bed next to her. She shifted her body and folded her self into my arms, making sure that she was safe. Her cool face pressed against my bare chest as she wrapped her arms around my waist. I smiled into her hair and gathered her closer to me.

I left the drapes open and slid into slumber watching the moons rays dance off of her skin.

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I felt unwell. The tears that had wanted to spill were finally making their way down my cheeks. I had no idea why I felt this way. My brother did not and there was no real reason why I should feel this way.

In my mind I could feel the taunt string of my bow and the tension in my arm as I prepared to shoot. It felt different. This was not a hunting party, it was an execution. Execution was a practice only used by men and even so, I had never witnessed one, let alone performed one.

Deep down, I felt the anger and rage at the man. Every time I looked at Thalia, I saw the fragile girl that had collapsed in the forest and there was nothing more that I wished to do than make sure that I got to kill the man responsible.

But there was another part of me that was horrified at what I had done. I really did not know what was wrong with me. Adar assured me that I was just tired, but I have my doubts.

I shook my head and wiped the tears from my face as I stood from the cold stone of my balcony. Sighing heavily, I retrieved a blanket and sat in font of the blazing fire, right now I only wished for comfort.

There was a knock at my door and it opened to reveal Adar who smiled at me. He came and sat beside me, staring into the fire. After a few minutes of silence he put his arm around me and pulled me closer. I felt like an elfling again as he kissed the top of my head. I let go of myself and cried as I had when I was small. He pulled me to his chest and whispered soothing words as he rocked me. I saw my mothers face as I drifted off to sleep.

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{I watched as my husband and my son played in the gardens below our rooms. They looked so cheerful and happy. He ran faster and Legolas ran after him, catching him by the waist and lifting him high above his head.

"Nana"

I felt a tug on my dress and I turned around to find my daughter stood next to me, a small doll tucked under one arm. Her blonde hair hung in ringlets and fell about her face softly. Her sparkling blue eyes looked up at me as she smiled. Laughing, I knelt down and picked her up. I giggled as I hugged her to my chest, she smelt like vanilla and magnolia. I spun her round, much to her delight. I stopped when I saw Legolas watching us with a smile on his face, our son in his arms almost mimicking us.

"Lia"

I turned around to face the door. And there was my mum, but she was different. I moved closer and nearly fell over when I worked out what it was. She was an elf. But how?

She and Adar looked very cosy. His smile held something new.

Everything looked perfect.

I felt an arm tighten round waist and a kiss on my forehead.

My eyes opened and I came face to face with the one face that I could never get fed up of. His blue eyes danced as he looked into mine. And I laughed at him and hugged him fiercely.

"It will happen" he whispered in my ear.

I looked up at him, confused. He just looked at me.

"What do you know that I don't?"

He laughed, a musical sound escaped from his throat.

"It will happen, I promise. We will find her"

I grinned as the cogs in my brain started working.

"Are you saying…that we had the same dream?"

"That, my love, is exactly what I am saying"

I sat up, straddling him.

"But…but…how?"

He sat up on his elbows, facing me, a gentle smile on his face.

"Sometimes, two bond mates, share the same dreams. Just as we can share thoughts. And I am telling you. We will make it happen"

I laughed as he grabbed me and threw me down on my back. He bent down and rubbed his nose with mine, his golden hair falling over our faces, almost shutting us off from the rest of the world. He came closer and kissed me. His soft lip caressing mine. A jolt went through me as his tongue begged for entrance. I teased him for a moment before complying. I arched my back as his arms went around me, pulling me closer, causing him to moan.

There was a sharp knock on the door. Legolas groaned before getting up and answering it.

Arwen stood there, ready to go down to breakfast. Ugh, I can't believe that I'm meeting her in my nightdress. There go the fist impressions. But luckily she didn't mind.

I waved from the bed, making her laugh. I liked her already, she looked like she had a sense of humour.

Arwen left, after I assured her that I'd be down for breakfast. I ignored Legolas' playful jabs at me while we dressed. I knew that he was only trying to get my mind off of my dad. And I appreciated it. But I was angry at him for doing it. No, that wasn't fair to say. I wasn't angry at him. I was angry at myself. It wasn't fair to say that he was making me angry. I was angry about the whole situation.

He didn't even say goodbye. It shouldn't matter to me, but it did. My whole life I've wanted him to shut up, and then the one time where I needed him to say something he didn't. It didn't matter what he said, just that he at least acknowledged me. It wasn't fair. He died happy. And I have to live with it. I'm happy that he's dead, but I'm just so…disappointed.

I'm gonna blow up at some poor suspecting person at one point today. And it won't be pretty.

For the first time since my arrival in Middle-Earth. I spent the day in female company. We had so much fun. She took me to a small waterfall where we swam and talked. It was so beautiful, the rocks glistening in the sunlight as the water spilled onto them. Small lilac flowers grew on the banks of the pool.

The view of the house was spectacular. I never realised how gorgeous it really was. The smooth curves of the building in contrast to the steep slopes of the roof were just genius. I half expected fairies to appear, it looked so magical. I'd read too many fairy tales.

We told each other about our hobbies, our like and dislikes. And we bonded. Woman to woman. It was nice. But it was only then, that I realised how much I missed my mum. I burst into tears when Arwen had said that we should do something different with my hair. My mum was always saying that. We'd sit for hours, doing each others hair and trying out each others make up. I felt so pathetic, but luckily she didn't mind and she understood. It was strange, but after spending the day with her, it was as if we'd know each other for ever.

That had made Legolas happy. The grin on his face told me that much.

Dinner was a more joyful affair. Arwen certainly knew how to liven things up. She was not what I had expected, I had expected her to be a little more uptight, but she could rival Elladan.

It was just after dinner and me and Legolas had retired to our room early, just to spend some time together. Unfortunately that didn't go to plan as somebody decided to interrupt a very heated make out session.

"My lady, I have a letter for you"

I got up and let the messenger in.

"Thank you" I said before handing him a few coins.

I looked at Legolas. The handwriting was not familiar but it held the Mirkwood seal.

I only read the first couple of lines before I let it fall in the floor, earning me a strange look from Legolas. I just stood there like an idiot, not knowing what to think or say.

Legolas looked up from the letter with a grin,

"This is good news, is it not?"

"Uh huh"

Was about the only thing that came to mind.