A/N: Hey! It's me! And I'm finally back after like, 3 million years. Sorry I'm taking so long, but I been reeeeaaaaalllllly busy lately, so…. Yeah. Here goes, next chapter… (Sorry its short.)

Disclaimer: Still don't own anyone, although I'm working on it….. Not really….

Legolas's Point of View

The sun rose over the forest, bringing light and joy to Middle-earth and many of its creatures.

But not to Legolas Greenleaf.

He was sitting curled up on his wide window ledge, just as he had been right through the night. He had watched the stars all through the hours of darkness and prayed to the Valar that he would survive without Estel. Their gleam had given him small sparks of hope, but now that the day was returning, those short bursts were fading rapidly as the Sun's glare laid bare the harsh reality of his distress, and how really, there was not much hope at all.

Silent tears of grief, sorrow and immense pain coursed their way down his pale face. The ache in his heart was getting harder and harder to deal with, and all that could enter his confused mind was 'Why?'

Why was he feeling so much misery and anguish over a human who he didn't even know properly?

Why, after all these years of hiding his loneliness and feelings of complete dejection, had he suddenly found someone who he felt he could trust - and even love given the chance - only to find that it was the most unlikely and difficult of people?

Why, when he had finally started to open up and become a normal emotional being once more, had everything been ruined all over again, just because a tiny bit of jealously had gotten in the way?

Why had he ever been born in the first place? Was it some kind of sick joke made by the Valar because they bored and needed something to entertain them?

He certainly hoped not.

His tear-filled eyes looked down at the courtyard as horses and elves began to assemble to get ready for the return home. They were to make an early start as they needed to get back to Elrond's house as quickly as possible if Arwen was to have any chance of living. As an elf, she had managed to keep herself alive for long enough, but the loss of blood was just too much, and without the professional care of the elves at the Last Homely House, she would never survive.

Turning away from the window, he went into his bathroom and splashed some freezing cold water on his face. If he was going to get through this, then he had to be strong, and he had to start being strong now…..

Estel's Point of View.

Sitting on his horse, Estel sighed and lifted his face to the sky feeling the wind refresh his skin and wake him up. The sun had only just risen over the horizon, and the morning was cold and fresh. The company about to depart were already outside, packed up and on horseback waiting outside the palace doors for Elrond to make his final farewell to Thranduil. Everything was hushed and everyone was unnaturally quiet. There had been no leaving ceremonies or celebrations, no exchanging gifts, no laughter or joking - it almost seemed as though they were all mourning. Even the twins were silent and were keeping to themselves.

Eventually, the party began to move off. When Estel reached the huge arch signifying the end of the palaces protection, a clear, musical but strangely haunting voice rang out over everyone.

'Namarie, Estel. Cormanin niuve tenna'ta elea lle au! You have given me hope.'

'Goodbye, Estel. My heart shall weep until I see you again!'

Estel smiled sadly and let a one tear glide down his cheek.

'I hope to see you again, Legolas. But until then….' he broke off, sadness choking him for a second as he called back to the prince, looking up to see him standing on the ledge outside the window, his golden hair blowing in the wind. Legolas's answer carried over the palace.

'Until then.'