The story of Elenion is based on the Lord of the Rings movies, directed by Peter Jackson. The characters, with the exception of Elenion, belong to J.R.R. Tolkien. Elenion is a character all my own. No copyright infringement is intended.

Chapter 12: Reminiscent of Dreams

After some time at the spring, she ventured back up the path, planning on returning to her quarters and maybe catching some sleep. Most elves didn't ever feel the need for sleep, but Elenion liked the escape it gave her, despite the fact that with it came dreams that just prompted more thoughts in her waking hours. She remembered her talk with Aragorn and found that it angered her. She wondered how anybody could love somebody yet consider love having an end.

"It's not meant to happen this way," she said softly to herself, regarding the possible split of Aragorn and Arwen. Her heart longed to go find Arwen, but how could she face her, knowing what Aragorn and Elrond both couldn't tell her themselves? The idea weighed heavily on her soul and she longed for the innocence she had before Aragorn told her anything of the entire situation. She sighed and decided that it might be best to go see Arwen after all, and if she didn't know, she would urge her to talk to Aragorn, and maybe he would tell her from there. She started up the path, planning on finding Arwen when her thoughts were disturbed by some presence around her. She had not heard any sounds, and stopped just in time for a hand to reach up and grab her shoulder. She looked at it calmly at first, then slowly turned to face whoever had approached her. She smiled as she recognized the blonde hair and blue eyes.

"We meet again, Legolas," she said to him, forgetting completely that her eyes were glowing and he'd probably find it strange. After all, his eyes didn't glow. He smiled at her and offered her a hand.

"Care to join me," he asked in the soft spoken tone that was his voice. She had learned from the council that even when Legolas shouted, it was soft and gentle. She thought of Arwen and felt the need to protest, but at the same time, she didn't want to be rude. After all, he'd gone through the trouble of finding her. She smiled at him and took his hand. "Sure," she said, not knowing where he was leading her. They came to a clearing in the woods of Rivendell, where the trees opened up and the stars shined brightly down on them. She looked around, amazed at the beauty. He smiled at her, more of a grin than a real smile, but friendly nonetheless. She looked at him and returned his smile.

"How did you wander across this place," she asked. He looked up at the sky. "The stars are most beautiful when you don't have to view them between the trees," he simply stated. She nodded, looking back up at the sky herself. He spoke again.

"Besides, I saw you wandering around and realized that nobody such as yourself should ever be alone," he said, smiling when she looked back at him. She laughed at him.

"Oh, so it is not my company that you sought, but rather the need to protect something," she laughed lightly, hoping he realized it was a joke. He smiled and laughed with her. She was grateful for the new friend she had found. She looked back up at the stars, a sigh escaping her that she hadn't realized she'd released. Legolas turned to her.

"What is on your mind," he asked curiously. She continued to look at the sky.

"See that star there in the northern sky, Legolas," she asked. He looked up with her.

"The brightest one," he asked, to make sure he was right. "Yes, that one. That is the star which my mother named me after. She has since passed…," she stated. Legolas looked her in the eyes. "I am sorry," he said. She smiled. "I've had time to heal. Now I have nothing but happy memories….that was a long time ago." She smiled as she looked back up at the star and continued.

"When my father and I are apart, we've always promised to look up at that star in the third hour of nightfall, that way, we will never be completely apart…….the three of us…," she said softly. Legolas watched her as though he was fascinated.

"I oftentimes miss my father and the entirety of Mirkwood when I am away, yet there is a comfort here in Rivendell….it somehow sustains me temporarily," he said as he gazed over at her. She looked back at him and he looked down at the ground before asking what was on his mind.

"If it's not too much to ask…….your eyes….," he couldn't figure out a polite way to ask, and this made Elenion chuckle softly.

"Yes, they glow, Legolas…..I can explain that…," she smiled and looked away from him. "When I lost my mother, I was away from her…with my father. I heard of her death and I knew within my heart I had to go back, try to find some trace of some past of my people….," she stopped on that note. Legolas didn't know about her elven-fairy mother….of her complexity. She turned on her heel and faced him.

"You see, Legolas….my mother was half-elven, half-fairy….," she paused to study the expression on his face. He looked as if he had finally found the last piece to a difficult puzzle. "My father, being of the Maiar…the Istari….I have the blood of all three. My mother and her ancestors all passed into death prematurely, and I am all that is left…..the last fairy in Middle Earth." He nodded at her, still looking fascinated, his eyes huge with wonder. She smiled. "It was all the time I spent, searching in the dark caves of my ancestors lands…time passes in odd intervals…I was there for years. My eyes glow at night, and have ever since….," she finished, glad to have gotten it all out. She turned to him again.

"But, now that you know this….it must be our secret. Very few know the truth…my father thinks that is for the best," she said, knowing she could trust him. He finally spoke.

"So you do have the power of invisibility? Of fire, water, and others," he asked, looking even more curious than before. She grinned at him. "Yes." He grinned back at her. "That's why I didn't see you in the hall….when we collided," he asked, the smile on his face growing. Elenion bit her lip and looked down, obviously guilty.

"Yes," she said with a laugh. "That's why I was so determined for you to stop inspecting me as if it was your fault. I shouldn't have been so careless." Legolas shook his head. "No apologies are needed. May I ask why you were sneaking around invisibly," he asked with a mischievous grin that made her smile ear to ear. She looked past him and into the trees, smiling.

"Actually, there's my reason now…," she said, pointing past his right ear. He turned to look and saw the figures of Aragorn and Arwen in the distance, standing on a bridge, speckled with moonlight. Elenion sighed, hoping that Aragorn wouldn't act on what Elrond wished. Legolas smiled and looked at Elenion, whispering despite the fact that it wasn't needed.

"Maybe now is a good time for us to go back," he said. Elenion smirked at him and nodded, and they both turned to head back up the path that she had originally traveled down alone.

After what seemed like an incredibly long stroll throughout the splendor of Rivendell, Legolas and Elenion found themselves close to her quarters. There was maybe an hour before sunrise and she was actually eager to get some sleep, despite the fact that she was wide awake. She turned to Legolas and smiled.

"Well, it was nice to have company out there," she stated, feeling for some reason that it wasn't a decent goodbye. He smiled at her. "It's great to have found a friend in a foreign land….I'm sure you understand the feeling….," he looked away for a second. "Where was it you came from, I don't think I caught it back there…," he asked. Elenion grinned at him. She hadn't told him at all. "Nargothrond," she stated as though she felt awkward about the use of the term. His eyes flickered, the way they tended to do when he learned something new that fascinated him.

"Well, we are both far from home then…," he offered as a conclusion to their conversation. "I suppose I will be seeing you again…in our last days here in Rivendell before we leave…..," he said. Elenion nodded.

"Yes, Legolas, I suppose we will be seeing each other again….," she said, letting the words hang in the air. He bowed slightly to her and she smiled in return. He turned to leave and then looked back before he did so. "Soon, melamin…," he said so softly that even she had trouble hearing him. He turned and left so quickly after that that she was unable to respond. Everything dawned on her. The blonde hair, the blue eyes that haunted her memories, the talking under the stars. He walked away and she was left, jaw slightly agape and breathless, feeling ever so lightheaded, wondering if her dream could really mean something after all.