Part Two

I was so sure we were meant to be! Our names both even start with 'Leg'!"

Legna was complaining to one of her best friends, Bianica.

"Is that how you really feel? You know it's not real love. Just puppy love. Real love is the connection between me and my husband Frodo. We hold such a true bond! That's why I can't wait to move into the Shire with him." Bianica said.

Bianica was a fallohide, not an elf like Legna. A fallohide is associated with Wood Elves and that's what Legna happened to be. Bianica recently married Frodo Baggins, a fellow hobbit. Bianica had long, black hair. Springy curls decorated her head. She had large, hairy feet just as other hobbits do. And she also happened to have a big mouth and just had to put her two cents in.

"Puppy love? I love Legolas with a burning passion in my heart! It's telling me that with Legolas, nothing will go amiss! An angel hovers over us and I know that angle will guide us and bring us together. It's like we have magnets in our hearts and his attracts mine and mine attracts his. Forever, we will be connected, our iron bond never to be broken! Not even a diabolical sister that doesn't know what she's getting into.." Legna went on grumbling and cursing Leofa, including some swearwords and sayings that would make passerby think she is a cold-hearted, shallow person.

Legna was sitting on her bed, singing quietly to herself.
"When the light had been shut out
When you are lost, don't despair
The angel I supply will be your savior no doubt
When you are lost, you will have my care
Your sparkling blue eyes stay in my mind
You are the elf of my dreams, honest & kind
When you are lost, look to the north
I will give it my all for whatever it's worth
My darling prince that lights up the dark
In my heart, you've left a mark."

She was so into the song, she didn't notice Leofa standing in the doorway, listening to the song.

"Do you not understand he belongs to me? His looks and charm, his wealth" Leofa was cut off by a gasp from Legna.

"Is that it? Is that why you love him? Wealth and charm?" Legna asked tearfully.

Leofa was a trapped rabbit in the arms of a reckless hunter.

"No, that's not what I meant!" Leofa said frantically.

"No, no you did!" Without another word, Legna sped out the door and up to the castle. She found Prince Legolas out back, practicing his archery. By the time Legna reached him, she was sweating like a Nazgul. (She had had to dodge two guards in order to find her way)

"Legolas! Prince Legolas!" she cried. She ran towards the blonde shadow, despite the throbbing pain in her thighs. He spun around, his bright blue eyes wide and fearful.

"My sister, your fiancé doesn't love you the way you think! She just" Legna was cut off abruptly.

"Legna..." Legolas looked to the ground. The moonlight made the grass glow like silver. "You're sister told me what happened. I know you're type."

Legna raised her eyebrows so high they were in danger of disappearing into her hair.

"My type? And what would that be?" Legna asked through gritted teeth.

"You are the kind of girl that will do anything to get with someone famous. Just for the wealth." Legolas said sadly.

Legna felt she could never say anything ever again. But she knew she had to. And she had a lot to say.

"I'm full of regret for all the things I've said about you. And now I'm not sure it'll ever be okay to show my face around here. Sometimes I wonder if I were to disappear, would you ever look to see if I'm gone. But not anymore. You may have been right. Maybe I was entranced by your looks. But now, I've found you to just be a person with poor judgment." Legna said thoughtfully. Her eyes were aflame with hatred, her hands balled into fists. Her lips formed a sneer. But Legolas didn't look the least bit hurt by Legna's speech. In fact, he looked as cool and calm as someone living an ordinary life.

"If you're done, the exit is right to the left." Legolas said, turning to the other direction to fire an arrow at a target.

Legna was mortified at Prince Legolas's rudeness. Was this the wonderful Wood Elf she sang about every night? the brave and sweet soul she believed she had loved for so long?

Or had she ever loved him?

No. Not his rat. Not this mighty dragon. He might've taken her breath away, made it harder to breath, but only because of the way he looked.

"I'm over it. Legolas is an inconsiderate slug that thinks he's the best of the best." Legna said rudely. She was back at her house, complaining to Leofa about Legolas.

"Do not degrade him like that!" Leofa said, her eyes narrowed into slits, forming a glare.

"I'll say anything I want about Prince Legolas." Legna said "prince" as if she was only saying it out of respect not because she wanted to. "Maybe you don't realize it, but Legolas is tearing us apart. We were great friends before everyone found out about you and Legolas." This made both girls think. Leofa was letting what her sister said sink in. Legna was wondering why she still called him "Legolas." She felt he didn't deserve to be called by his first name. Legna decided he'd be referred to only his surname. Greenleaf.

"Why don't you just go get married to old Greenleaf there and leave me out of it. Now excuse me, I'm going to sleep." Legna stomped out of the Kitchen and into her bed chamber.

"What I need is a good night's sleep." She murmured to herself.

That's not what she got. Instead, she received a night of tossing and turning from the frights of what she saw. A sundial.. Bianica... a blade.. and finally a scream. The scream belonged to Legna. She sat straight up in her bed, sweating rapidly. Leofa came barging in.

"What, what's wrong?" she asked, coming over to her bed.

"I saw something." Legna closed her eyes. "Something I've got to stop!"

"What is it? What did you see?" Leofa asked attentively.

"Bianica. She was murdered by.. someone. I could not identify the person. I have got to stop that from happening!" Legna said, leaping out of bed.

"What, you're leaving?" Leofa asked. She looked confused about the whole situation.

"Yes!" Legna said quickly. She grabbed the knap sack she had stitched years ago and stuffed it with everything she could find. Clothes, food, and she was out the door, on her horse Magna, and riding into the night.

Magna had auburn fur, a rarity in horses around Mirkwood. Legna could hear her sister's yells for her to come back a short distance away, but they soon faded.

Legna looked at Magna. She was glaring into the wind and galloping at the speed of light. Another gallop arose from behind Legna. She glanced behind her. A white steed followed her with someone riding fiercely atop it.

Legolas. Greenleaf. Blech. Legna sped up.

"Legna!" he yelled. Legna stopped. She had no idea why, but she stopped.

"What Greenleaf?" Legna spat.

"Your sister came over to me and told me to go after to you. Do you have any idea what you're doing? You're heading for the forest!" Legolas yelled.

Suddenly, all of Legna's feelings for Legolas flooded back. This was indeed the caring elf that she loved dearly. But she wasn't going to give up on Bianica that easily.

"I'm going! I'm going no matter what you do to me! My best friend will not die at the blade of whatever held that weapon!" Legna yelled wildly.

"So that is what you saw. Do you even know what day it was, what time?" Legolas asked. Legna nodded.

"Her sundial and journey was out. It was midnight, the first day of Forelithe." Legna said cleverly. Legolas looked defeated. It seemed Legna came very prepared.

"Then I will accompany you to your destination." he rode up to Legna. Legna smiled slightly.

"Where is it you are heading to?" he asked as they readied to ride off on their horses.

"The Shire." Legna replied.

"Then I suggest we take the Old Forest Road. It will lead us right to the forest cornering the Shire." Legolas said. Legna nodded and the two of them rode north to where the Old Forest Road started.