Legolas

We walked up the stairs; I was the last to reach the top, only half believing that I was seeing my family again. When I stopped in front of my father I stared at him for what seemed like forever, taking in every curve of his face and each new line that had been placed on is face, over these long years. The next thing I knew I was trapped in a tight embrace, safe in my father's arms, tears of joy running down my face.

"These two years have been longer than the tens of thousands of years I have lived before them" my father whispered in my ear, holding back his own tears.

I couldn't say anything I merely pulled back from my father's embrace and smiled, then took my rightful place beside him, his arm still around my shoulder as he made to speak to the people of Greenwood. As he spoke I looked out in the crowd, the town seemed to have grown tenfold since I had last seen it. So very many new children had been born and so many had seemed to grow, they were all so happy, smiling, and chatting. It seemed odd when the noise they had created suddenly dimmed and a pathway was being created within them. I looked toward where the crowd parted at the bottom of the steps and noticed what had caused the commotion. There looking down at her feet and grumbling was the one person I had looked for from the moment of my arrival.

She seemed to have also noticed the silence, that everyone including my father had decided to participate in, and turned to look behind her. Her forehead wrinkled in confusion she turned to face us, and my breath left me all at once. Her face dirtied and flushed, from what I could only guess, her hair matted with a few leaves. She looked exactly as she had the night I had met her, rumpled and frustrated to the point of annoyance, yet radiating beauty beyond that of even Arwen or Galadriel. She had not changed at all

Alqua

I couldn't think, I couldn't breathe. He was back, here, with me, safe. I couldn't seem to move, and I didn't want to. I wanted to stand here and stare at him. I didn't want to run to him and find out if he was real or not. If I did he might fade away, like in my dreams. Against my wishes my feet began taking me toward him. The pain in feet disappeared along with all my rational thinking and my breath. With each step that took me closer to him, my anxiety grew. 'What if this was a dream?' I couldn't stop myself, I had to find out.

Finally after what seemed to be days I stopped in front of him. I saw my fear, anxiety, anticipation and hope all mirrored in his eyes. I saw the way his throat moved as he swallowed, his Adams apple bouncing slightly. I lifted my shaking hand and heard a slight gasp resonating near me, but I didn't know or care where exactly it had come from or from how many people. I placed my hand on his cheek and came in contact with smooth, solid skin. He was real. It wasn't a dream, he was truly home. I looked in his eyes, and saw his smile there, reassuring me had had the same fears of this all being a dream, and I couldn't hold out any longer, I threw my body at him, my arms finding there way around is neck, my lips finding his in a passionate kiss, of love and reunion. I felt his arms around my waist holding on as if I was the only thing holding him to the earth, it wasn't working though. The moment our lips had touched we were both gone lost in our own world, of happiness.

The kiss ended far too soon, but left us both smiling and euphorically happy. The king had begun to speak again, but I wasn't listening, I had placed my head on Legolas' shoulder and was content to listen to his breathing.

A/N: Okay well this seemed a good place to end it… I had originally planned on having this story go on longer but I'm not sure where to go with it at the moment or if I should go on with it at all, so this is where I need readers to review… what do you think should I keep going with this? Any suggestions for ideas?...as always read and review please!