1Sircin had just recieved word that his plan could be put into effect efficiently. Arya was delighted when she heard of how and what he was to do. No one knew what was in the dormant land of Mordor... Sauron was gone, yes, and the Ring had been destroyed. (A/N: I need information! I honestly can't remember. I know that Saruman died in the movie whistled then makes splat noise but I can't remember if he ever died in the book. Sure, he is an immortal wizard, but... I just need to know. It might effect the plot) But Sircin was still alive, and he had the power and mind that Sauron hadn't possesed. He would succeed where his predecessors had failed; he would see that she-elf dead if it meant his last breath.

Tari pulled her cloak hood up, as it started to rain upon the small procession of elves upon horseback, that were leaving Rivendell for Greenwood. Lightning split the sky, making her horse tremble and side-step quickly - causing her to almost loose her balance. The rain lashed down harder, making their path muddy and very unsurmountable. At last, when so many hours had passed and her clothes were near soaked through, thy called the company to a halt for the night. Tari dismounted from her horse, Veleth, and down onto the muddy ground. With haste, she tied her horse to a sturdy tree, and took off her saddle. In minutes, she had untied her tent from her saddle, and had it up and ready for her use. Her blankets had thankfully not gotten wet from the rain, due to the fact that they were rolled up inside the tent. And she was also thankful for their added warmth as she shrugged off her muddy boots and cloak, and laid down upon her sleeping mat. She was ready to fall asleep, listening to the steady sound of rain upon her tent, and the rolling thunder over-head.

No sooner had she thought of this, then there was a tap on the tarp of her tent. "Mani?" (What?) She called with what politeness she could muster, believing it to be her father. The flap pulled back, and in stepped Legolas. He was just as soaked as she had been - his platinum blonde hair plastered to his skin.

"How are you?" he asked of her, sitting down with his back to the door of the tent (A/N: this is a pretty small tent; barely enough room for two people.)

With her eyes closed, "Wet." she answered truthfully.

"Aye, I can see that." was his laughable reply.

Still not looking at him, but preferring the warmth of her blankets, she asked worriedly, "Should you not be with your advisors, or Arya? Wouldn't we get in trouble if they found us-"

"I care not for what they think, and you know that." Legolas said, taking off his outer tunic, and laying it over the rope that was stretched from one side of the tent to the other.

"And that is what gets you into trouble! Valar knows what Arya might do next! Look what she's done already! If she finds you in my tent, with your tunic off I might add, she might come up with some story that I forced myself on you." Tari panicked.

Legolas only chuckled at her distress, taking off his muddy soft leather boots and laying them beside her own.

"I'm serious you dolt!"

"Calm down, Tari..." Legolas soothed, taking off his equally wet under-shirt, and laying that out to dry as well. His perfectly chiseled chest had a few droplets of water clinging seductively to his skin. "I have purposely not brought my own tent, so if someone asks, I will use that excuse, and say that you were kind enough to let me share your own." he stared at her pointedly. "Well? Am I to freeze to death, or do I get to share your blankets as well as your tent?"

Tari laughed lightly, offering him her cozy blanket. He draped it over the two of them, drawing her close to keep her warm (even though she didn't need it, for all you technical people who jump at my every mistake).

Arya watched Legolas enter Tari's tent with an evil look, before turning and entering her own much larger tent, that she and her father shared. "He's sleeping in her tent." she said, flopping down upon her fur strewn bed.

Sircin looked up from his map, and merely grinned. "Let him be with her, to enjoy the remaining time she has left. It won't be long now, my daughter."

"How long?" she almost whined, "Her every breath insults me! Why can I not simply kill her? You say that my powers are strong enough, so why can I not?"

"Because they would find ways to know it was you. Leave it to my men.. They'll take care of her." he turned to face her, saying, "Besides... you have a wedding to get ready for - and a prince to seduce."