A/N: Thanks to the following reviewers –

JessieRose – Thankie! And about the elven phrases, you get a free dictionary sort of thing and a phrase book from the following website: www.grey-company.org I have been using my phrases from this website. Hope you find it useful.

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Dear readers,

I, Anarya of Lorien, don't own LOtR. But I do own Silme and her side of the family! So hands off mates! Ta taa!

- Anarya of Lorien 

The Prophecy

Chapter 13 (Truth and lies)

A draft of wind blew into the room through the open window. Silme slowly stirred. It was getting colder. She slowly tried to sit up from her bed when she found something restraining her from doing so. She bent down to see a hand wrapped lightly over her waist. For a moment she panicked. But then she found that familiar gauntlet in those secure forearms.

Legolas!

 Her panic lessened. She gently moved his hand away from her waist. He mumbled something incorrigible. His eyes glassy, mingling dreams with reality in the way of the elves. She smiled despite herself. She gently moved stray strands of golden hair from his face and let him sleep. He had been there that night to listen to her rant about her aunt not letting her go. She had seen love and concern in his eyes. She smiled as she gently closed her window. But just as she was about to turn, she saw something.

She opened the window again to see Mila stand there with another elleth. Even with her elven gift of hearing, she could not make out what they were talking about. But the moonlight was bright enough that night that she could see Mila's face contoured with anger. She did not seem to have the desire to talk to the elleth she was meeting. But soon, they stopped their conversation and turned towards the flets – in her direction. For a moment, Silme saw the face of the other elleth. She was beautiful. But something about her made her seem dangerous. She resembled the pitcher – a plant beautiful but deadly nonetheless. Something about that elleth made Silme dislike her, even though she had hardly met her. She then turned to go back inside when she found Legolas sitting there looking at her come in.

"Up already? It is hardly morning. I believe it is about one or two in the morning. You need to rest." She said as she sat beside him.

"What is it, Silme?" Silme turned to smile at the elf beside her. "Uuma dela, Legolas. I am fine." (Don't worry, Legolas. I am fine.)

Legolas grinned as he looked around. "I must have dozed off. I am sorry."

"Sorry? For what?" Legolas felt his cheeks burn. "I was in your room. I know it is not proper. Yet." Silme laughed a little and hugged the elf dearly.

"Oh Legolas, How I love you! We trust each other don't we? Then what is the problem? You are tired, I can tell. Sleep."

She then pushed him into her bed and fell next to him. Legolas though surprised at first smiled a little as she hugged him and fell asleep on him. She was hardly heavy. He hugged her waist gently and presently both of them fell asleep.

"-And you shall find it difficult?" Wenya questioned Mila. The moonlight showered on both of them. Mila looked up abruptly as she said,

"I know I led my sister into your fort to be killed. But can't your mistress-"

"Our mistress." Corrected Wenya, narrowing her eyes. Mila glared at the elleth before her. "Fine. Our mistress. Why can't she spare Silme? She is not the child mentioned in the prophecy! Then why kill her?" Mila asked. Wenya snorted a little.

"I knew you were a coward! We renounce our families and their ties when we join Nwalme. If she gets wind of what you are saying-"

"-I ask this for all the services I did for her. Has she no mercy? And one more thing. Silme has vowed to kill her mother's murderer and find the minion. That means you."

"But I didn't kidnap the child! That means the both of us." Wenya growled. Mila smirked.

" The child is in your custody now. And even though I brought my sister to be slaughtered by you, you were the one who did it. Sulé's blood still remains in your hands." Wenya growled as she clutched Mila's hair and brought her face closer to hers.

"You will dare double cross me? You filth of Edona? I have your allegiance! Remember that." Mila laughed even though her hair was being tugged mercilessly.

"You can kill me. But I cannot stop Silme if I am dead. Remember that." Wenya's hold on Mila loosened. Mila gently massaged her hair as though trying to soothe the pain. Wenya was sweating slightly.

"I shall do what I did before. I shall hold back Silme. She shall not go with the others. You can kill her here if you want. But I suggest murdering the prince of Mirkwood. She holds him too dear to heart."

Wenya scowled in the direction of Silme's room. "No. I shall kill all of them. She is to stay. It will be easier. The illusion will last I hope!"

"As long as I want it to. But, can't you spare her life? I can send her back to Edona. Back to Vala - never to return! The child shall attain a year in life in some months. You can kill the others meanwhile. If Nwalme can find a way to use the child, fine. Though how a one-year-old child can kill Nwalme is still beyond me!"

"Fool! She is no mere child. Even now though she is only eight months old, she looks like she is a maiden of fifteen." Mila's eyes widened.

"What in the name of the Valar? That is impossible!" Mila asked, surprised beyond esteem.

"She is the daughter of the Evenstar. Her sole purpose of birth was to kill Nwalme. Though we are happy to say that Nwalme is having her slowly brought to our side. She will soon be an asset than a threat. She has powers of the Valar within her. That is what gives her the appearance of a maiden. It has been foretold in the prophecy. As soon as the prophecy is complete, she shall go back to the city of the gods. Her powers returned. She shall no longer be an entity but rather will remain as the energy of the Valar returned back to them."

"Indeed! And what if the child never returned?" Mila asked. Wenya smiled. "Then Nwalme will have the power of the Valar won't she? She shall move to take over Valmar. The entire creation will be hers to rule. Now tell me, where does your heart lie?" Mila looked uncertainly at the proffered hand and then at the flet that housed her guests. She smirked a little and placed her hand on top of Wenya's.

"Now, that is more like it." Wenya smiled as she and Mila moved towards the flet. Tomorrow after the others had left she would kill Silme. That would be all. She smiled to herself.

There was a knock on the door. Legolas slowly woke up to see Mila poking her head through the door. She was smiling.

"Well, what do we have here? My prince!" but he silenced her pointing to Silme who was still asleep on him. Mila nodded in understanding. She then whispered. "Can I talk to you my prince? Alone?" there was something in the way she said it that made Legolas stop smiling. He nodded. Mila closed the door softly.

Legolas turned to look at Silme sleeping there. Apart from the absence of her boots, she had all other clothing intact. Even though Legolas loved her deeply now, he wouldn't be that dishonorable. He knew she wouldn't like it. He slowly shifted her hand away from his waist and got up as silently as he could. He had some foreboding what the talk was going to be based on. He silently opened the door and walked out.

Below the flet, Mila stood stroking the mane of her steed. She turned as Legolas stepped beside her.

"It is about Silme. I believe you guessed that?" she asked smiling at him kindly. Legolas nodded staring at the distance.

"Legolas, it is not safe for her. I don't know what Mithrandir says, I wont sacrifice the last heir to the throne." She turned and grasped Legolas' arms.

"Please! You must go alone. There is a representative from Edona; she shall take Silme back home. Her errand is complete. It would be wise to leave now, when she sleeps."

Legolas looked stunned at the elleth before him. He knew she would ask him to leave. But so soon? Without even seeing Silme? He sighed as he thought it over. If she were to stay then she would be safe. But then… he turned to Mila who was watching him intently.

"I agree with you. But maybe I can see her for the last time before I leave, while she sleeps?" he asked almost pleading. Mila was reluctant. But then what could a last meeting do?

"I shall let you do that. But if she wakes up then you shall stick to your word. Agreed?" Legolas nodded lightly.

Mila patted Legolas gently on the shoulder.

"It is for the betterment of everybody, Legolas. You must understand."

"I do understand." He turned to go back to the flet. Mila smirked as he entered the flet.

What an idiot.

The door silently opened. He peeped inside to see the sleeping form of the elleth. He smiled despite himself. He moved as lightly as he could. Silme slept there on her stomach. Her face - facing him. Then unexpectedly, she turned so that she was sleeping on her back. Legolas almost panicked. He didn't know how she would react if she knew? He sighed as he slowly bent on top of her and placed a light and gentle kiss on her lips. She mumbled his name in her sleep.

A! Silme. Amin mela lle, melamin! (Ah! Silme. I love you, my love!)

He then retrieved his quiver and daggers and walked back out. Mila was waiting right where she had stood.

" You are doing the right thing, Legolas. I have informed Mithrandir and it delights me in knowing he agrees with me."  Gandalf stood a little distance away from the both of them. Legolas looked at the wizard who was looking at the elleth suspiciously.

"Mithrandir, is what I hear true?" Legolas wanted to know. Even Gandalf was against taking Silme? He looked deep into the wizard's eyes. They bore deep yet clueless.

"Yes it is Legolas. Now we must not tarry. We have little time to waste." He then turned and walked towards his steed. Legolas closed his eyes a little as he nodded his head. He was about to follow Gandalf when he stopped mid stride and turned to stare at the flet where Silme now slept.

"I shall come back for her, Mila. I shall come back." He said as his eyes roved over the flet, trying to etch it in memory.

"Oh, we shall see."

Legolas and Mila turned to see another elleth with black hair and grey eyes stare at them. Mila felt her vein throb in her temple as she turned to Legolas.

"Legolas, this is Wenya." She said through gritted teeth. The elleth who was introduced as Wenya smiled and extended her hand. "I am the messenger from Edona. I shall take Silme with me."

Legolas grasped her forearm with his in sign of welcome. He looked deep into those grey eyes. "take good care of her." He said. Wenya smiled a little as she nodded her head.

"Oh yes we will. We shall take very good care of her. Won't we, Mila?" she said turning to the other elleth. She merely nodded as she silently glared at Wenya. She knew exactly what Wenya meant. But she would not complain. If it meant Valinor, if it meant Valmar, then it meant nothing to her to see another family member die. The brief period of grief and remorse was gone. Mila of Nwalme was back.

She smiled as she said, "Oh yes we would."

Legolas nodded as he slowly made his way to Arod. He was standing next to Amrûn who seemed to understand this was farewell. He nudged Legolas, trying to stop him from going. He merely patted the black steed's glowing mane as he whispered,

"Amin hiraetha, Amrûn. But I will come back for Silme. I promise you that." The steed of the Valar neighed in response. Legolas smiled sadly as he mounted on top of Arod and rode as fast as he could, without turning back.

DUNDUNDUN what will happen now? Will Silme and Legolas be separated? Or will they meet again? and if they meet, will it be in the halls of Mandos? (Meaning, will they both kick their buckets?) Or will it be in safe plains? To find out – read on and review. If you want the answers, read and review. DUNDUNDUN

- Anarya of Lorien.