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Immortality: Part III We don't say goodbye

We don't say goodbye

And I know what I got to believe.

Immortality,

I make my journey through eternity,

I keep the memory of you and me,

Inside.

Damned dwarves and their damned mines. Why did they choose to burrow into the ground anyways? What was so wonderful about that smelly ugly cave they called a mine? Why did Legolas have to go into that stupid hole in the ground with that stupid fellowship and come out only to run away into the woods with those crazy Lothlorien elves? They tasted just as screwy as they were in the head. And just as she thought she was going to finally catch up with him he splits up and chases those damned hobbits. They were nasty little buggers anyways, why did he care so much?

Why did she bother to follow was an even better question.

She had finally caught up with him in a small city called Edoras in the country of Rohan. Of course, the sliver of a moon shone brightly as she snuck through the sleeping city and quickly found Legolas' room that he shared with that damned dwarf.

Dolgurak slipped through the window, but he was awake and looked as if he'd been waiting for her.

"I knew you'd show up sooner or later," he smiled.

Suddenly she grabbed him and jumped out the window with him in her arms. They were soon flying over the street below and onto another rooftop. "Sorry about that," she apologized, "I didn't want to wake your lover."

"Friend now," he corrected, "It just didn't work out. A bit too different."

"Pity. I see you took my advice though?" she asked.

"Yes, but I expected you sooner," he answered placing his hands on his hips.

"Your fault."

"How?"

"You went through those damned mines, woods, and on that damned hobbit chase."

"I do have a fellowship I'm a part of," he explained raising his brows.

"Yes, but you don't have to lead me on a chase across all of Middle Earth."

"You don't have to follow me."

"But I do, I made you a promise, I promised to kill you and by Eru I will see it done."

"Is that why you took me from the room? Do you wish to drink me dry and then throw my body off the roof?" he looked at her rather sensuously and walked closer, "Are you prepared to kill me now? To end this little game we've been playing?" He stood right in front of her and placed a hand on her cold cheek. "You're so cold," he murmured.

"You're so right," she whispered, "In so many ways."

"So is this the end?" he asked closing his eyes for a moment, but then opening them to look her in her own eyes.

"No, not yet, you have a fellowship to get back to," she paused, "Soon."

"You aren't leaving so abruptly?" he asked.

"No, I've fed tonight, I have some time to talk with you under the scythe moon."

"What do you wish to talk about?"

"Ask me any question you wish, and I just might answer it," she said moving away and walking to the edge of the roof.

"What do you do when you don't chase poor elven princes like me?"

"I have been hunting the last homely house for about a quarter of a century, but when you showed up I was detained. Before that I roamed the country side with my companion, killing at will, and dancing in the moon light," she paused, "It's funny really, I've never done this before."

"You mean to tell me that I am the only one you've ever done this to?"

"Yes, feel special my sweet prince," she smiled, "Next question."

"Whom have you loved before?"

"His name was Riok, and he was a very handsome immortal like you, only he was my maker. He made me into this thing that I am, and I killed him. I sucked him dry and burnt his husk, then scattered the ashes so as he would never return. Next Question."

Legolas didn't answer right away. "You really could kill me couldn't you?"

"What ever made you think not?" she asked coming back towards him, "Did you think I loved you too much?"

"I don't know, I just thought you... I thought we..."he as at a loss for words.

"Sweet prince," she mused grasping his hand and holding it tightly between her two strong ones, "I kill whom I wish. Even my maker, who I loved even more than I love you, was to die. That's just how things worked out. The student is always to rise over her maker."

"You love me, but you will kill me?" he hung his head sadly, "Why do I feel so surprised?"

"Because you do not understand the ways of a killer, sweet prince, my only," she sighed loudly.

"You don't want to kill me though, do you?" he asked suddenly.

"You are so naive," she said quietly, "If I do not kill you, Riok will be right."

"I thought he was dead?"

"Yes, but he talks to me sometimes, from within my veins. He thinks I will not be strong enough to take your life when the time comes. I was supposed to kill you tonight, but it seems that my love for you is stronger than even I imagined."

"You do love me."

"We've gone over this millions of times, sweet prince, I love you, but pain is so much sweeter."

"Sweeter than my lips?" he asked seductively.

"I have yet to taste those," she smiled coming even closer and grasping a wrist, "I have only had the blood from your beautiful wrist."

He leaned in as if to take her in his arms and kiss her, but she snapped out and tried to bite him laughing. "Don't be so hasty, sweet prince," she laughed biting her lip. Her teeth left small incisions in her lip that quickly healed.

Legolas smiled. "How long must I wait?" he asked.

She shrugged and put her finger to his lips and felt the feel of his warm skin against her stone like skin. The living tissue in it felt so lovely, she could feel goose bumps run up and down his skin as she leaned forward and kissed his eyelashes, his nose, his cheeks, and finally his lips. Slowly and languidly she pressed her lips and against his, and inserted her tongue into his mouth. When he finally fought her tongue back and forced it into her mouth she quickly bit down and took a small sip of blood from his tongue.

He drew back suddenly as she had done so.

"Couldn't resist sweet prince," she said licking his lips with her tongue.

"I'm ready when you're willing to take me, darling," he answered his eyes shining with truth.

She turned and began to walk away.

"Where are you going?" he asked suddenly.

"I must be off, sweet prince, we will meet again, I promise."

"You aren't even going to say goodbye?"

"No, my sweet prince, you know I'll return, and there's no need, we will continue where we left off." And with that she jumped down and was off into the night.

That's right! She left him up there and some how he gets down!-DB:D