A.N. K, first off, I'm really sorry if anyone was confused about Legolas and Arwen going into the trees, they are going for a walk, as you will see in this chapter.

Disclaimer: I don't own LOTR, or any of the characters. I'm not making any money off of this, and if I was, don't you think I would buy a fireplace instead of using flames to keep me warm in Canada? (And roast marshmallows over)

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theamazingtechnocoloredringwraith: YOU WERE MY VERY FIRST REVIEWER! YOU SO ROCK! And yes, this is my first fanfic. And I promise I will make this chapter, or one following this longer. I'm glad you love the pairing, I do to, but it may not last... (also, here's a marshmallow we can roast them if I get any flames!)

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Now, ONTO THE STORY!!!

Chapter 2. Memories

Legolas led Arwen into the shelter of the trees. Still holding hands the two stumbled together over tree roots in the fading light of Rivendell.

"This was easier when we were younger," laughed Arwen, as Legolas helped her over a particularly large root. "Much easier!"

"Look at what 300 odd years did to us! But I don't think you have changed a bit, Arwen Undomiel."

"I'm not so sure about that Legolas Greenleaf, but I know you have changed. What has happened to you since you...left...why did you leave?"

"I think you know perfectly well why I left." Legolas laughed, "But enough talk of old times, I can see it now!"

Legolas dropped her hand, and dashed ahead to a gazebo, barely visible through the trees and dim twilight.

Arwen laughed, then her laughter trailed off as she was lost in memories...

(-Flashback-)

"Come Arwen! I can see something!"

"I'm coming! But slow down! You go to fast!"

Two young elf children ran through the trees. A young prince, and a princess. When the elleth caught up, her friend was walking slowly through the trees, carefully studying an old gazebo. The gazebo was covered with vines, and moss, and part of the marble on the stairs was cracking, but it was beautiful. Delicate marble carving covered the pillars, which supported a domed roof, engraved with flowers, and leaves.

The two young elfin children walked hand in hand up to the gazebo stairs. Carefully avoiding the crack, they moved carefully up the three steps, then looked into the tiny gazebo. An intricately carved bench ran all the way around the gazebo. The windows had silken curtains that were moth eaten, and rotting with age. In the centre stood a small circular table; on it were two cups, and a pitcher. All were dusty, and covered in mildew, but when Legolas picked one up, and rubbed it with his sleeve, the gleam of silver shone through.

"This will be our house Arwen!" declared a young Legolas, "We will live here and no one shall ever find us."

Arwen looked about doubtfully, and then agreed, "I suppose, but where am I supposed to sleep? I don't see a bed anywhere." Arwen stuck out her lip in a pout. "Where will we get food?"

Legolas frowned, and bit his lip thoughtfully, "I know! I will build a bed for you! And

then we can make ourselves bows, with arrows! Then we can hunt! Everything will

be perfect!" Legolas puffed out his chest triumphantly. But Arwen still looked doubtful.

"Why don't we sneak back home? Just for a minute. Then we can find some food, and blankets, and pillows! And a lamp! And-" Arwen was cut off my Legolas putting a hand across her mouth.

"If we go home, your father will find us, then you will be in trouble, and I will have to go back to Mirkwood. We can't go back! Don't you remember why we ran away in the first place?"

Arwen sighed, and sat down on a bench. "I suppose. But we have to go find food right now, I'm hungry."

Carefully, the two crept out of the gazebo, and holding hands searched for saplings to make bows and arrows with. When Legolas was finally satisfied they sat on the steps of the gazebo to make their bows.

Legolas and Arwen searched their pockets for cord to tie to their bows for handgrips. When they had made the bows, they realized they had no bowstrings.

Arwen climbed back into the gazebo to search for string. "EEW! HELP!!!" Arwen's screams made Legolas leap back into the gazebo.

"whats wrong?" A cowering Arwen pointed to a large spider. In scuttled into the middle of its web, then Legolas reached up a hand and killed the spider, Then he carefully took down the web, and led Arwen outside.

After giving Arwen strict instructions to braid the webs, he settled down to make the arrows. Using part of the cord that was left from the handgrips, He tied feathers from various birds to the ends of the arrows. When Arwen was done braiding, they tied the bowstrings to the bows. Then Arwen picked up and arrow and snorted in disgust.

"You actually think these will work? Ha!"

Legolas frowned, and said, "Well I don't have anything to sharpen them with."

Arwen told him to gather firewood and rock, and then bring them to the gazebo.

After doing this Legolas sat down and made a fire. They sharpened their arrows in the flames, and then set them in a pile.

"I'm so tired I'm not even hungry anymore." Yawned Arwen. Legolas went out in the gathering darkness and found heather and grass to make their beds from. Each of them had a drink from a small stream that flowed not to far from the gazebo, and then settled down to sleep.

Later that night Legolas was woken by the sounds of someone crying. He rolled over off of his heather bed and crouched over Arwen.

"Arwen? Are you alright? Why are you crying?"

In answer to this Arwen cried out "I'm scared! And it's raining! And there's lightning! I'm so hungry, and I'm scared!" Arwen sobbed and threw herself into Legolas's arms.

Legolas held her, and stroked her long dark hair.

"Shh... It's going to be all right. Don't worry!"

"But who is going to take care of us? What are we going to do?" Arwen buried her face in his chest and continued to sob.

Legolas held her in his arms, and stroked her hair until she fell asleep in his arms. Then Legolas kissed her forehead and whispered "I will take care of you. I will always take care of you."

He lay the tired elleth down on her bed of heather. He saw her shiver, and took off his jacket to cover her. When he moved away she whimpered softly in her sleep. So Legolas lay down next to her, and held her through the stormy night.

(-End Flashback-)

"Come Arwen! It's the gazebo! Do you remember?"

Arwen felt tears come to her eyes as she answered, "So many memories..."

Dum dum dummmmmmmm... The end of this chapter.... Mwahahaha!!!

Ok, just so there are no confusions, this story takes place waaaaaay before the fellowship of the ring. Arwen has not met Aragorn, yada yada yada. In this particular flashback I'd say they were a hundred or so years old I suppose... In human years Legolas should be 9, maybe 10, and Arwen about 8. Okie Dokie? Any questions, comment or constructive critisisment is welcome. Praise is encouraged, and flames will be used by me and theamazingtechnocoloredringwraith who want to roast marshmallows! K?

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