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Alexa: Yes I know if Legolas is going to die......you'll just have to wait and see. *smiles*

So here is the next chapter and perhaps another one later today!!! :)

Chapter 3:

That night there had been a big storm. The smell of fresh rain filled the room. Legolas was awake in his bed with just his leggings on. He could see the lightning strike through the open door to his balcony. Yes, he had a room reserved for him at Rivendell. He visited often and was good friends with Elhoir, Elodin, Aragorn, and of course Nilavar. They were all great friends. When they were all younger they would play tricks on each other. He and the guys were in constant war with Nilavar and Arwen. As hard as it was to admitt though, the girls would always win. So they had all basically grown up with one another. Thus, since he visited so often, Lord Elrond had given him a room.

Another flash of lightning hit, startling him. Not so much the lightning as the silouette of a figure on his balcony. He tensed a second before realizing it was just Nilavar. Her feet padded softly, so soft only an elf would hear it, as she came over to the side of the bed. She stood there fidgeting not knowing Legolas was awake. Finally she turned around and was about to leave when his hand grabbed the back of her gown and tugged at it. She turned around and smiled.

"Sorry to wake you."

"It's all right. I wasn't asleep anyway."

He scooted over on the huge bed and patted where he had been. She smiled and like a small Elfling jumped onto the bed and waited until the bed stopped moving before laying down on the covers next to him. She lay on her side facing him and he did the same.

"So who am I to thank for this pleasent surprise? I don't believe it's the storm. For I strictly remember you trying to convince me to go out and run and spin beneathe the storms you so admire."

Her smile dropped into a frown. "I had a nightmare."

He smiled softly and put a hand to the side of her cheek. He noticed as he did, the slight claminess to her skin. He looked into her eyes and they were filled with fear. The dream really must have gotten to her. "Nilavar, it's OK. Just a bad dream. That's all."

"I know but it seemed so real."

"May I ask about what?"

She was silent for a minute. Softly and slowly she began to tell him. "It was terrible. You and I had gotten into a fight about something and you went off somewhere. Then all of a sudden it was real dark and there was a figure in the darkness screaming. Oh the screaming was horrendous. It would shake you up if you had heard it." Her words began to rush out of her mouth in a hurry and her voice got louder and less controlled. "I couldn't wake up and the screaming was all around me."

She started sobbing and he put his arms around her.

"But then it stopped and all was quiet. Then some of the darkness lifted and I could see clearly the figure. He opened his eyes and.....and....it was you. You were covered in blood. The blood was everywhere. I called to you but you just looked right past me. Your eyes were unseeing. I tried to run to you but I couldn't. I couldn't move." Another sob escaped her.

"You stood there and then slowly collapsed. I yelled to you, 'I'm here! I'm here! You're not alone!' Finally I was able to move. But when I grabbed you..........you were dead. It was as if you had lost all hope. Your blood was on my hands."

She finally was unable to speak anymore and held him tight as she sobbed into his arms. He pulled her closer to him. "Shhh, it's OK. I'm here."

Between sobs she said, "Please don't ever lose faith in me. I will always be there for you. If you ever did, it would kill me. I will always be there for you."

He stroked her back gently. "I know."

She fell asleep in his arms with the trail of her tears still visible. He brushed them away. He hated to see her like this. He wished he could take her nightmare away. She had been having them a lot lately. Arwen had told him she heard her cry in her sleep. Arwen's room was next to Nilavar's. He wished he could wisk away her fears. He glanced down upon her.

She had fair skin that was sprinkled with freckles. The skin over her cheeks seemed to always blush which made him smile. She had beautiful blue eyes that always seemed to sparkle. They were a light shade of sky blue but were rimmed with a cobalt blue. She had long dark brown hair that could be mistaken for black. She was rather short to the norm of the Elves, but it made her all the more unique to him.

At first sight, some would think her unfriendly or even stuck up because she was quiet. She really was a wild child though once you got to know her. She was just extremely shy with strangers. She always made him smile, ecspecially when she would chase away the mob of girls that always followed him. He chuckled at the thought. The lightning and thunder died down slowly and soon the pitter patter of the rain lulled him to sleep.

The next morning, Legolas and Nilavar had been startled out of their sleep from a scream within the room. They both jutted up from the bed getting tangled in the process and fell off the bed in a pile. But not before Legolas saw Milaquarwen, one of his many admirers, rush from the room with a bright red face. Nilavar and he hit the floor with a thunk. They both burst out laughing in a sprawled heap on the floor, tangled up with one another.

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Legolas was violently jerked from the memory with a burst of pain. He was being held still in the air by four Orcs as a fifth one held a knife and very unpleasent looking tools to him. He was ripping into the bottom of Legolas's feet. Legolas tried to pull away but to no avail. The orcs held him strong and he was too weak to fight them. His legs jerked as the metal sliced his feet and carved into them. He bit his lip as the cold air rushed to his open flesh and seemed to scrape it. The Orc then tried another tool. It had a hook on it and got stuck somehow as it was plunged upon his foot. With a growl the Orc tugged at first and then ripped it from his foot. Legolas finally cried out and gulped for air as shudders raked his body. The Orcs grinned wickedly and left him with a last word.

"That'll teach you filth not to kick. Next time, we'll cut off you feet!" The door slammed.

Legolas was left with the slight echo of his blood dripping to the floor.