Wow. It's been forever since I updated this fic. It's been forever since I've been over in the LOTR's section. Heh. Heh.

Well, yeah, thanks for all of your patience with this fic. It's winding down I promise! lol. No part three in sight, don't worry! (I don't think I could take it!)

Thanks to all you guys for all the reviews on both parts. You guys have been overly kind (again).

Well, here you go:

Legolas stood still, haven't moved from the spot she had left him at. Still hoping to see her walk back, and still regretting what he had said. Another part had taken over him, and as much as he wanted to stop it, he knew better. As harsh as those words where, they needed to be said. They were his emotions after all. She needed to know how he felt, that he could not wait around forever.

"I heard it all," Aragorn whispered, putting a hand on his friend's shoulder.

Legolas still stood still, his words replaying inside of his head. He felt the wetness on his cheeks, but for some reason he was not ashamed. "You were right."

"About what?"

"I should have stopped longing after her," he whispered, trying to keep his voice as steady as possible. "I should have stopped, Aragorn. A long time ago."

"How can you say that, Legolas? You love that she-elf, crazy as it is, you nor I can never stop you from loving her."

"But if we love each other, then," he paused searching for words, "Why?"

"Love is never easy, Legolas."

He shook his head, "I don't deserve her anymore. Not that I ever really did, but now more then ever."

"How so?"

"You heard me, heard what I said to her!"

"Everyone says things they don't mean when they are angry, Legolas. Not even elves can prevent that, especially you. I've seen that temper of your first hand, and I'm still your friend, am I not?"

"I promised her that I wanted to help her with her problems, help her move on. But all I did was hold her back, and now, all I have done is made her remember."

Aragorn watched silently as his friend continued his tirade on himself. Sometimes it was better to let things run their course first, then maybe he'd understand. Maybe he'd talk and talk until it finally hit him. Or maybe, Aragorn would have to tell him the obvious. That he hadn't lost her just yet.

"I cannot believe the things I said! I must have sounded like a child!"

"Never a child," Aragorn said softly, "Always a fool."

"You think that I don't already know that I am a fool! I am a fool for putting myself through this! For ever even bothering to pretend that I was in love!"

Aragorn offered a faint smile, "As we all become, Legolas. There is no way of avoiding the blunt truth. And as much as it pains me to say, you are in love with her. And there should be no stopping that."

"She's gone, Aragorn," Legolas said flatly staring out into space.

He shallowed hard, "Legolas, right now, you cannot be thinking on her still. You have to remember why you are standing here besides me. There are bigger things happening here."

"Are you asking me to put my life on hold?"

"I'm pleading," he answered truthfully. "And until that time comes, when the battle is finally over, then you run after her before she truly is gone."

Legolas looked off into the distance, and he found himself uttering the same words she had said to him only moments before, "She was never mine to lose."

Aragorn shook his head slowly, "Love may shoot blindly, but there is no such thing as a false love. Especially among elves."

"I have always been a bit of a black sheep, though."

"Legolas, just remember, as soon as we have finished, you run after her. And once you find her, never let her go."

"How can you be so certain that I will find her? That she will have me?"

Aragorn smiled faintly, "Because love has a funny way of working out." He rested his hand on Legolas's shoulder, and offered another comforting smile, "Just keep holding on to that hope for now."

She seemed much more alone that night then she ever had before. The world seemed just a little bit darker, and her scar just a little deeper. Everything had changed so much since she had left home. She had left a world where there was love and happiness, for a world where there was nothing but loneliness and regret.

She trudged on through the city, her black cloak wrapped tightly around her frail body. Tears seemed to be the only thing that would come to her now, her cheeks now wet with their bittersweet taste. She made her way slowly back, so slowly that people began to take notice. Began to stare and eventually whisper. But even with that large mass of people, she felt so alone. And for the first time in her life, helpless.

Slowly she inched her way back to where she had spent so many of her days, her rocking chair, still intact and in good working order amazingly enough. She shuffled over, letting her eyes fall under its trance once more.

She was done watching. She was done waiting. It wasn't worth it anymore. Love was so troublesome in its course that nobody could ever sail through it without fail. Certainly not of all her.

"I was wrong," she whispered, her tears threatening to come back to her again. "Why did I ever leave? Why must I always chose the hard way?" She thought on this for a moment, before words would come to her again, "Because you are a fool," she answered herself.

Baring that thought was the breaking point. And her walk became ever so slower, her back slumped over, her feet would scuffle against the dirt. And she made her way back to the only other place that she knew. It wasn't home, but it wasn't here. Leaving was her first mistake. And there was always time to go back and change things around for the better.

"Lady Elf!" Lady Eowyn, the pesty mortal woman, ran towards her from the upper levels.

Nessa just looked at her sadly, "What is it now, Lady Eowyn? Has Legolas gone and thrown himself off the highest mountain so that I he might prove his love?"

She slowed down to a slow walk, until she reached Nessa. "I know that you do not agree with me meddling in yours and Legolas's affairs, but please, listen to me before you do anything rash."

"You have my ears for the moment."

"Did Legolas know that you were here, in Minas Tirth of all places?"

She shook her head, "No, I did not know where I was going when I left, and I did not see any reason to give him any news. I needed space, not a bigger cage."

"Then does it not prove that you two are fated to be together? That love brought you two together again?"

"No," she answered flatly, "This war brought us together. I was leaving, if there had not been a battle then I would have left and Legolas would not have come."

"Lady, why are so bitter that you cannot see that you are throwing away love?"

"Bitter?" Nessa chuckled at the mortal woman's description of her. "I believe I am realistic. And sometimes things are just realistically bitter."

"Then, if you do not believe me, give it one more chance, give Legolas one more chance. You said it yourself that you had not slept, that you had cried, if you were not in love would you not find ease once you had left?"

"Well,"

"Then go some other place far away from here. Go to the one place that you think Legolas would never find you in. Ever. Go there, and I shall tell Legolas that he has one chance to find you. If he picks the right place, then you two must be fated to be together, if not, then I was wrong and you can go back to your realistic way of life."

"You want me to hang everything I have learned this past year on fate?"

"No, on Legolas."

"And who's to check Legolas to make sure he only goes to one city?"

"Master Gimli, the dwarf, and Lord Aragorn, the ranger that travels with him. Legolas would go with them to the end of the world, and I do believe they would do the same for him."

Nessa bit her lip uncomfortably, "If I do this, and he fails, will you leave me be?"

Eowyn nodded, "I promise."

"Then it is settled. I will return home, and wait for Legolas. If he does not come in a year's time, then I shall consider him dead."

"I will go and tell them now, and make sure they give you three days head start, will that be sufficient?"

"More then enough."

The village hadn't changed much since she left almost three years ago now. It still maintained the beautiful elvish charm that she had missed while living amongst men. It was funny, she had spent almost two years trying to find herself, only to end back right back at the beginning again. It's life little ironies that keep us going through the day, she supposed. Otherwise, those little lessons would never have been taught and later remembered.

She walked up the grassy hill towards her family's small home. The once lush garden had become overrun with weeds and wildflowers, obviously after years of neglect. She glanced over her shoulder at the small hill behind her house, the one she used to lay on when she wanted to get away from it all. She remembered the last day she had laid there, it was her last day in the village. Her brother, Aerandir, had just come home from a hunt, with two of her younger brothers, Enyd and Adan. They must have grown so much since she had left. They were so young.

A small tear escaped her eye, and she smiled somberly. Yes, this is where she belonged. Home. Her true home. And if Legolas could not find it, then it would be her home until it was time to cross the sea.

"Nessa?" A timid voice asked from behind her.

She turned around slowly, finding no reason for haste any longer, her sister-in-law stood before her, ready to break into tears at any moment. Nessa just nodded slowly, and shrugged, "I am home."

Narie whipped her into arms, "Nessa, you mustn't, go back," she pleaded, her voice barely above a whisper, "This is no longer your home. It is not safe."

Nessa just shook her head, "I know not any other place like this. This is where I was born. And this is where I shall fade, if the Valor so commands it."

"But,"

"I was wrong," Nessa cut in, "I should have never left."

Narie broke her embrace, and backed away from the she-elf slowly, "What has happened to you?" She asked, her eyes full of tears, "Why have you changed so much?"

"I will not run, not anymore."

"Then why are you here?"

"Because this is where I belong, and unless the valor commands otherwise, this is where I shall stay."

Narie just shook her head, "You should go, before your Atar finds you, I beg of you."

Nessa just shook her head again, "Narie, this is my home. This is where I belong. Not Mirkwood. Not Minas Tirth. Here, and here alone."

She looked at the younger she-elf teary eyed, "Please," she whispered, "I beg of you. Go back to Mirkwood, this place is no longer your home. It has changed. It is an evil place now."

Nessa surveyed around herself for a moment, finding nothing much different then the way she had left things. She looked over to the grassy hill, smiling fondly as she watched five older looking elflings climb up the hill, smiling happily.

"They have changed, but everything else is the same," she commented absent-mindedly. "I have changed," she sighed, "And in that change I have decided that I will stop breaking promises, and I intend to see my siblings and my nieces and nephews again. I do not want to miss out any more as they grow up."

"And what of the elves and men you leave behind in Mirkwood? And Minas Tirth? What of your promises to them, as I am sure you have made plenty? Do you intend to follow through on those?" Narie shot at her angrily, "Nessa, you are still as foolish as ever. You held the world in your hand, and the second it received even the smallest of scratches you run away!"

"I am not a fool!" Nessa yelled back at her. "And yes, I did leave behind elves and a child behind in those places, but they are not my family! I was a fool to turn my back on my family." She sighed heavily, and ran her fingers through her dirt covered hazel hair, "After all, blood is thicker then water."

"But water sustains life."

"Blood is life."

"What about the elf that was with you in Rivendell? The Prince of Mirkwood, was he not? What about him? Why have you left him?"

"I do not want to talk about Legolas."

"So it was true, you had fallen in love. And is that why your running? The moment something goes wrong you run, I know you of old, Nessa. I know that is what must have happened."

"Narie! I spent a year in Minas Tirth alone because of that elf! And the one thing that I figured out was that I should be with my family, my true, blood family. This family."

"Nessa," a commanding voice, her Atar's voice, called her.

Nessa tilted her head up, and looked into the eyes of her father. "I know you did not want to see me again, Atar, but I have come back. You were only trying to do what you thought was best for me, and I was foolish to not see that. I have come to beg for your forgiveness."

He cracked a small smiled, "I always knew you would come back, Nessa." She nodded slowly, forcing a faint smile. "And Oropher has known as well. He was waited patiently for three years, and I am sure he will be excited to see his bride again."

"His bride?" She asked slowly, "Oropher?"

"It is what is best for you, do you not agree?"

"I guess," she cracked out, "But I have not seen him in a long time, it would be nice to reacquaint myself with him."

"Of course," he smiled, "And you shall have a lifetime to do that in, as well as the few weeks it will take to prepare for the wedding."

"Weeks?" She said slowly, "Why not wait a little longer? A year, perhaps?"

"No, we have been waiting long enough for this union, and it will take place, Nessa. You said it yourself, I know best. And this marriage is for the best."

Nessa nodded slowly, it seemed fate would have to take a little quicker pace then she had thought.

You'd think this would be a whole lot longer then what it was for the amount of time I've been spending on it, huh? lol. But in my defense, I have been writing, then rewriting, then rewriting some more to figure out exactly what I wanted to happen to these characters. Stupid huh? So if something doesn'tmake sense, that's probably left over from bad editing and it'd be great if it was brought to my attention, thanks.

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