A/N: Yay! I'm writing again. I know I'm a horrible person for making you wait ..wait that can't be right…. Did I really wait two years! Holly crap! I am so, so, so, so sorry I sincerely hope this was worth the wait, and swear to have the next chapter out soon.. WOW whoever is still reading this after my horrible lapse in writing I dedicate this and the rest of the chapters to you because you are truly loyal and I don't deserve to have you read my crappy story
Legolas POV
As soon as the first light of day had emerged we had all packed and were ready to start back on our journey to my home. My mind could not keep on task, all I could think of was Alqua. Was she as beautiful as I remember? Did she still love me? Would she be there when I returned? I was lucky to Aragorn with me, he was the only reason we were still on the correct path. I had nearly lead us astray several times.
Over the horizon I could clearly see the towering trees and the tall towers of the place I called home. The more of it I saw the lighter my heart became and the worries in my mind began to fade. I stopped, merely gazing at its beauty, we were almost there.
"Legolas?" Aragorn asked looking ahead.
"We're almost there." I told him, wistfulness in every syllable I spoke.
When we entered the woods I could feel the unbelieving eyes upon me. It wasn't long before The call was out, "The Prince is home. He has survived!" Smiling I sat up straighter in my seat upon Arod. The Euphoria I felt lasted a few moments before it sunk in. Alqua would know I was home, she would come to see me, I could only pray she had yet to find another. The further into the town we went the more whisperings and announcements began. By the time we had reached the palace it seemed everyone knew we were back, and we were victorious. I saw my Father standing at the top of the steps, guards and court members all around him, old faces and new ones, but there was one face I had yet to see, and it was the only one that mattered.
Alqua
Rest had once again avoided me. I couldn't take it any longer; I stepped out of my bed and dressed in men's riding clothes. They were an old pair of Legolas's. Sneaking out to the barn I let out one of the lesser used horses and mounted bare back, and instructed the horse to gallop as fast as it could. We ran through the forest, farther than I had been in a long time, the wind calmingly whipping through my hair. When the horse had tired it self, we found a stream and the horse drank. I sat below a tree and dozed. My doze soon turned to sleep.
There was fire all around, buildings were burning, people screaming, children crying for parents who were being sliced, and run through. It was chaos, horrible maddening chaos. In the middle of it sat an elf, young by elfin standards. The elf was tied to a stake, and orc running a sharp blade over his skin bringing small shallow cuts to the surface of the elf's skin. When the elf was fully covered in nicks and cuts, various streams of blood pouring from his face neck and body the orc turned the elf's head in my direction having it look directly in my eyes, It was him, it was my Legolas, I saw his mouth move, forming the words 'Amin melalle(1)' I looked at him, unable to say anything. Before I even had the chance to the orc brought the blade to his neck and then detached Legolas's head from his body.
I shot up, breathing hard and sweating profusely. 'It was just a dream, only a deam' I repeated to my self over and over. When I had finally calmed I realized the sun was out, and the horse I had borrowed last night was no where to be found. I assumed the horse had headed back to the stables and begrudgingly made my own way back to the palace.
I had obviously gone even farther than I had believed at first. It couldn't have been too late in the morning when I had left my sleeping spot, yet it had taken much of the day to return to the palace on foot. I had however taken note of the fact that much of the town was missing or seemed to be in some sort of shock. The closer I got to the palace the more excited people seemed to be getting. I had to shove my way through the crowd in order to make my way to the steps leading to the palace. When I finally reached the steps I noted two horses and a few ponies I had never seen before, making my way up the steps , looking at my aching feet the whole way. I noticed a silence befall the crowd, which not moments before had been teaming with life. I looked behind me and noticed many anxious faces, turning back I looked to the top of the steps and soon realized the reason for all the commotion. There stand along side the King, were 4 hobbits, a dwarf, a man, and last standing directly next to the King, the face I had so long prayed to see again, was Legolas.