Hello there! Well, I think this will be over soon, but don't worry! A sequel is already taking shape, if you're all interested that is. I also plan to do another Centaur fiction for those that like them so never fear!

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Chapter 52--The Vision

The more formal part of the reception, the receiving line and ceremonial toast to the new bride and groom were finally over and the dancing could begin. The newly weds danced the first dance then the true party began.

Aragorn took a sip from his wine glass while he watched Arwen dance with Elrond and smiled to himself. He was certainly the most fortunate man alive. He glanced around and frowned when he saw Legolas standing alone in the corner. He knew that something was bothering the young healer, but couldn't seem to get him alone to talk. The dance ended and Elrond escorted Arwen back to his side.

"What is wrong, Aragorn?" Elrond asked.

"I am concerned about Legolas. He has been hiding in a corner all evening. I should talk to him," Aragorn said.

"Lady Galadriel has already noticed and she will talk to him, trust her," Elrond said.

Aragorn looked over at Legolas and was just in time to see Galadriel lead the younger Elf from the ballroom. "I hope she can find out what troubles him," he said.

Legolas reluctantly followed his mentor into an empty room and she closed the door behind them. "What is it you wanted, Lady?" he asked politely.

"I saw you staring at Arwen. What do you see?" Galadriel asked, watching his reaction.

Legolas's face drained of color. "N-nothing, I see nothing!" he gulped.

"Yes, you do, pen-neth, do not lie to me. It will not work," Galadriel said firmly. "Now tell me."

"I-I see a boy child of about seven years next to her. He looks just like Aragorn," Legolas whispered.

"What else do you see?" Galadriel pressed.

"A-a baby in Arwen's arm, but the child glows blue like…" Legolas began then stopped.

"Like what? Tell me, child. I must know," Galadriel said.

"Like the glow that covers my hands when I heal someone," Legolas finished in a whisper.

"I too have seen this. Arwen's second child carries the healer's legacy," Galadriel said.

"But why am I seeing visions? I have never had that ability before and I do not want it!" Legolas cried.

"The healer knows another as for the visions who knows, sometimes those abilities come later in an Elfling's life. You are not quite an adult yet," Galadriel said.

"It does not matter. I sail west with my ada and Jadriel at dawn," Legolas said firmly.

"Are you?" Galadriel asked with the same knowing smile Elrond sometimes got.

"Yes! I no longer wish to stay here!" Legolas cried. He fled the room to the safety of his own.

Shaking her head, Galadriel returned to the ballroom and took a seat next to Elrond. "Poor child, his road gets no easier," she said.

"He will follow his heart and he will do the right thing. I have foreseen it," Elrond said. "I do wish that the poor pen-neth did not have to suffer so."

The ball ended when Aragorn and Arwen retired for the night and everyone slowly drifted off to their rooms. Thranduil had wanted to go to his son when he hadn't returned, but had been talked out of it by Galadriel, but now he went straight to Legolas's room.

Thranduil knocked on the door, but received no answer. He opened the door and went in anyway to find Legolas curled up on the bed, weeping. Closing the door, he went to Legolas's side immediately, drawing his son into his arms. "What is wrong?" Thranduil asked.

"I am sorry, ada, but something has happened and it has changed everything!" Legolas sobbed…

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Sigh, I think one more chapter will do it, R/R please and remember a sequel is in the works!