Okay, here's the short chapter I promised after the last short chapter. It's Sunday afternoon right now, but ffnet has been acting a bit weird, so I don't know when it will actually say I've done this.

AM: He can't, or he risks messing things up for them in the future. Sad, but he'll survive.

angel13: thanks...

The Hobbit Ivy: More or less regularly. This is coming now just because both it and the last one were so bloomin' short I didn't feel right making you guys wait a week for the next one. You know, I really hadn't thought about it... but it's a kind of symbolic difference between her past and present...

The Luckiest: Nope. Just rather curious.

Animir: You used it three times. Not over many. And yeah, Legolas is something. A warrior, lord, prince... hero... it's somewhat daunting to think of him like that.

sarah: right now all I'm painting is Christmas ordaments to give away. Angles, snowmen, etc. I don't really have time for even that much--way to much reading to deal with!

RiRiana: Okay, here it is! New one on Thursday or Friday (unless disaster strikes).

deemarie: Legolas is stronger than you're crediting him with being. It would be very hard on him, but seeing hr happy would keep him alive.

CrimsonEnchantress: Well, nothing has happened... except she was reborn, and views him through the eyes of a young elf who hasn't seen or done much in her life. All that he is must be rather daunting to her... so most of what she feels she chalks up to a crush or hero-worship or even just natural feelings towards a friend or uncle.

Chapter 12

Small flashes of memory assaulted her as she rode through the wood, keeping her deep in thought. Voices were sometimes slightly… incorrect, when she remembered them through her previous self's ears. Her own voice sounded harsh, somehow.

What was bothering her now, though, was not voices so much as small other things she remembered. She remembered spending a lot of time with an elf who was taller than her. Enough taller than she was that she had to tilt her head up to see him, unlike most elves she knew. She remembered his scent was entwined with that of the forests… but that didn't narrow things down much…

One thing that should help her was his eyes. They were such a brilliant blue, and sparkled with such love for her it didn't surprise her that she found herself remembering them before anything else.

"My lady?"

She turned her head and offered him a smile. "Yes, Tanthien?"

"You were lost in thought again, I believe," he murmured, his bright eyes sparkling.

"So I was."

"Thoughts of whom, I wonder?"

"Someone I hardly remember."

"Then that is an interesting cause for your absent smile. Why do you think of someone you can barely remember?"

"Because he refuses to be forgotten, and wishes to be remembered."

"Ah," he sent her a knowing smile. "I can sympathize with him."

She smiled back faintly, enjoying the dancing lights of his bright blue eyes…