Chapter 1

          "Farewell, my friends, if only for a little while!" called Legolas to Aragorn and Gimli as he turned and rode away from Gondor.

          As they returned his farewells, Legolas sighed.  It was a sigh of contentment, sadness, and growing apprehension.  He was finally returning to his Mirkwood home after a year away.  Although a human year was but a drop of time in the pool of Eternity to the Elves, it had nevertheless felt a long while since he had last looked upon his woodland home.

          And yet, a part of him wondered over his return.  After the passing of Ithilwen, Legolas had lived in constant guilt.  Though he had pushed it to the back of his mind as he traveled with the Fellowship, it had always returned, often in the dead of night as he stood watch, haunting him, tormenting him. Thranduil had never sent any word of forgiveness.

          But then, why should he? Legolas asked bitterly.  I killed his only daughter, I killed his dream and his sole reminder of Naneth.  Why should he forgive me?

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