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Mid February, 3019, by Shire reckoning

It has been a most dreary winter. I was beginning to grow weary of my beloved couch- having spent most of my time here- so a week ago I decided to take one of the horses out to give it some exercise; at least, that had been my excuse to my poor sofa.

I have been using the same horse- a gray stallion- since I had taken up my sudden fancy to ride, and he has been most agreeable. Save for one incident after an outing when he wanted his carrot and I neglected to give it to him. Then he had left the stable to follow me and claim it; he had been scared out of my wits. But for more pressing matters…

The twins had left on another errand of Elrond's, and since then my sister has been as melancholy as a storm cloud and as snappy as a wolf. My days are growing longer without her usual chatter.

I have discovered that Arwen is somewhat like Anariel, in that she helps the hours pass by. Elrond's daughter has been just as saddened as my sister, and- in my opinion- she has far more to worry for than Anariel. Arwen despairs for her mortal love, Estel- that is what the Elves call him here in Imladris- and she fears she will never see him again; I don't blame her.

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March 3, 3019, by Shire reckoning

We have gotten word of the Fellowship: it has been broken. There was a bit of news, and most others probably weren't as interested in it as I had been, but it was, nonetheless, good news: Legolas lives and is still fighting in this war. I hope that no one ever reads this, but the Valar protect him…

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May 1, 3019, by Shire reckoning

Word has reached Imladris; a good word. The Ring has been destroyed! We are free of it's evil at long last! My sister's mood has lightened lately, and when I asked her what had pleased her so, and she told me the most ludicrous idea I had ever heard: she has asked lord Elrond to accompany Arwen and himself to Gondor, where Estel has been crowned king- or Elessar, I should say now.

Surprisingly, Elrond has agreed. Of course, that means I am to tag along as well. I find all of this absolutely ridiculous, but I also find this adventure- as it is- a very welcome relief from my boring days.

So, with lord Elrond's approval, my sister and I will travel to Gondor with he and his daughter.

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June 14, 3019, by Shire reckoning

We have met up with Elrond's sons near Rohan, and they will be traveling with us the rest of the way to Gondor; Anariel is ecstatic. I find myself excited now, for no apparent reason that I can think of. But all I can do is stay on my tall, gray stallion and be sure the bag at my side is still holding my precious harp.

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Mid-year's Day

In Gondor now. Elessar and Arwen married today, and I have met up with Legolas and his friend; a dwarf. If I was a judgmental woman I would have scoffed at the short creature. But I wasn't, so held my tongue; it has been getting away from me of late.

We were left alone in the courtyard of the White tree- except for several mortals- and when I saw his face up close, I had seen how his eyes had aged. They held shadows in them, and I was surprised to find myself worried.

However, no matter what ghosts haunted him he still had a smile for me…

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Anarion returned his smile with ease. "My lord Legolas, it's wonderful to see you again."

"And you, nya mellon." he replied, and pulled her into a hug. If she had been surprised before…

Shocked by his bluntness she became stiff and rigid. No one had ever hugged her before, save her sister, Elrohir, and Elanwë- who was long dead.

Legolas drew back and looked at her face. That haunted look was back…

"Ai," he breathed. "I have dreamed of your face." He said it so tenderly, and yet so fiercely, that she felt heat rush to her cheeks and ears.

"You have?"

"Yes. I've missed you, Anarion. Everyday I haveremembered you," How she disliked his frank words.

"I…believe I've missed you as well. No one can shock me as you can, I'm afraid."

Legolas nodded and suddenly looked a bit strange, almost fidgety. "Anarion, they say love can be realized in the blink of an eye, and during this war I have found that to be true…"

Good, Eru! You aren't in love with that dwarf?

"…I believe that it is you. I cannot forget your face. You were always in the back of my mind, whether in a battle, or on the edge of sleep."

No…

"I am falling in love with you, Anarion." he finished. She was so thankful they were alone by the White Tree with only several oblivious passer-byers or she would have died of shock and fear.

"I- how can you possibly love me? You don't know me!" She cried frantically. "We are friends, not lovers!"

"I know, it makes no sense at all, but it shouldn't have too!" he countered. Anarion was shaking with panic. She didn't want change, and she didn't want love!

"Legolas, stop! I can't

"Please see it, Anarion!" He set his hands n her shoulders and tried to reason with her. Did she have to be so stubborn? Perfect of him to chose a difficult one…

"No, you see it!" she snapped; angry. "All my life I have needed no one but myself and my sister. I no longer need her and she has made it clear that she doesn't need me, either." Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them away. "You will see that I should be with no one, and it would be best for you if you forgot my name and especially my face!"

"Anarion," Legolas whispered, "don't say that…"

"Legolas, please." she whimpered. "Let me go…" He sighed, suddenly, and released her.The Elflooked calm, but she new he must have fighting not to shake, for his jaw was locked and he was rigid.

"Forgive me. I was foolish to believe you might havereturned my feelings…"

"Legolas, that isn't what I

"You may not think you need anyone now, Anarion," he continued, "but you know you can't be alone forever. No one can; not without going mad. Namarië, nya mellon. I do hope to see you again, and when that day comes, I hope you are not alone."

And he turned and walked away.

"Legolas!" she cried after him, but he kept his retreating back to her. When he left her sight, she suddenly felt alone. Bitterly, utterly, completely alone. She had never tasted the feeling with such harsh coldness before, and now she regretted her words withterrible remorse. What have I done?…

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Ah, they broke up. Err, even though they were never together to begin with…eh he…

Review! I know that was waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay too much fluff, and lovey dovey crap on Legolas' part, but hey, just ignore it. Or not...but I need feed back guys!