Author's Note/ Thanks to my reviewers as of late.

Ms Unknown: I'm glad you understand, it's hard to know if anyone but me will get what I'm trying to convey.

Via: I know my translating stinks. Thanks for the tips. If I ever need more help I'll come straight to you!

Here's the next chapter for you all. Enjoy… (BTW: this chapter is in Legolas's POV)

Dreams in Victory

A man stood to his left and a woman to his right. Their faces were undecipherable but their body language said enough. The man was bowing to him, his body writhing in fear, while the woman's war-like stance conveyed her feelings of hatred and malice towards him. Legolas was confused. He stood between the two, blocking their view of each other.

"What does it mean?" He asked no one in particular.

The woman turned to him and spoke. She didn't speak in Elvish, nor did she speak the common tongue. Her language was that of the wood nymphs.

"You Bastard!" she cursed at him, her words flowed with hatred,"You have no concern for the lives of those around you; only for yourself, and your pretty face. Someday I will find you, and then you will get what you deserve." With that the woman was gone. She disappeared into thin air.

Next the man spoke.

"Do not harm her. Please Prince, have mercy. She is blinded by her anger and by her love for me. She doesn't understand. Please!" The man was crying now. Tears flowed freely down his face and he shook uncontrollably.

Legolas went to the man, but the man disappeared before he could console him.

"I still do not understand! What is going on?" Legolas sunk to his knees in distress.

"I will tell you what it means," Said a voice that he could recognize anywhere.

"Galadriel!" Turning he bowed to the great woman.

"Legolas, you have killed. And now you will suffer the consequences"

Shocked Legolas stood.

"I have killed before and nothing has ever been done. Whom have I killed that is so important?"

"You, Prince, have killed some one's true love. This above all things is the direst act. Without thinking you have taken some one's life, along with the life of his lover."

"Char? That rebel nymph captain?"

"Yes. This is all I can tell you now. Soon you will see."

Legolas began to feel faint. He felt himself falling backward. He tried to regain his balance but to no avail. He fell…

"Prince Legolas. It is time for you to meet with your father. Please follow me." Legolas followed quickly behind the manservant and was led to the eating hall.

"Please enter." Legolas waved the servant off and entered.

His father stood at the head of the table. His wine glass was raised.

"Son! So wonderful of you to join us. Please sit. Now that you are here we can begin our feast." Raising his wine glass even higher he cried in a deep voice.

"To Victory. To Legolas" The hall resounded as the people seated at the table echoed Thranduil's toast.

Legolas sipped his wine thoughtfully and then suddenly rose and left the hall without a word. He ran down the hall and out onto the terrace. Leaning on the balcony, he thought of his dream. How could he celebrate when the Valor were disappointed in him? His gaze fell onto the gardens and his burdened heart lifted a bit. He would train. Training with his swords always helped him to think and clear his head. Just as he turned to go to the gardens and hand touched his shoulder. He looked at the hand's bearer and smiled into the face of his best friend Minuial.