Have you ever seen such a beautiful night?
I could almost kiss the stars for shining so bright
When I see you smiling, I go, 'oh, oh, oh'
I would never want to miss this
'Cause in my heart, I know what this is

This is what dreams are made of
This is what dreams are made of
I've got somewhere I belong
I've got somebody to love
This is what dreams are made of ¹

- - - Legolas - - -

I reached out a hand and pulled Grace to her feet. She had been the in the most odd mood for several days. When she stood, she just stared at me. A bit of my confusion must have been obvious to her, for she smiled gently up at me.

I was confused. Yet, as soon as she started moving, I knew what was going to happen. Again I had the pleasure of kissing Grace. It was perfect. Unexpected, yes. But perfect nonetheless. By no means was it the best kiss I had experienced throughout all my life. The fact that it wasn't just a kiss, it was almost an offering, made it ideal. I realized that Grace wasn't really offering me her body; she was offering me her soul. I gladly accepted it. There was no need for me to do the same; she had had my soul, my heart for many days.

After one kiss, Grace backed off a bit. I knew I should not press for anything more from her. I held her hand and I brought it up and kissed the back lightly. She smiled lightly at me. My heart melted with that one smile as I brought her in closer to me again.

She leaned her head onto me and wavered slightly with exhaustion. We would have to leave early, we both knew that. So gently I lowered her until she lay on the ground. She opened one eye to look at and me and smiled. I leaned down to kiss her gently once before lying beside her.

Her body moulded to mine perfectly, and before long I could hear her steady breathing. I closed my eyes and just revelled in the fact that she was there with me. I sang quietly in her ear. Songs about love and the sea. Us and our future.

- - - Aragorn - - -

I have to say I was surprised. One, how often does Legolas sleep? And two, him and Grace were, well, touching. She had been known to hug us, kiss us, and sleep beside us. Being the only woman in the Fellowship, she naturally had to interact with men. But to sleep with her face buried in one of our chests while our arms were wrapped around her? That was the first time I had seen it happen. Legolas was sleeping beside her and both of his arms were grasping Grace and holding her to his side.

I didn't want to wake either of them. But Legolas was not asleep, as I had thought. I had forgotten elves sleep with their eyes open at all times. Legolas had had his eyes closed and it should have told me immediately that he was awake.

When his eyes opened suddenly he was looking at me. I smiled at him and said, "Get her up Legolas," in elvish. He nodded at me with a small smile and then looked down into Grace's face. His eyes softened when he looked at her. Watching them for a moment made me long for my Evenstar even more than I had before. There was no guarantee that I would see her again. Her father might yet convince her to go to the Undying Lands.

I shook my head, clearing it. The sun had not yet risen. Nevertheless we were all awake. We would leave soon. Momentarily, Grace joined me standing. She stifled a yawn with her hand. One of the bandages on it unravelled slightly and I reached out to catch it between my fingers. Giving it a gentle tug, I unwrapped it. It pleased me to see that the cuts had scabbed over and she was no longer in any danger of losing blood.

"Alleluia for no bandaids!" she cried and threw the other one off, probably a little too roughly for how fragile the just closed cuts were.

I grinned at her (though what she said had confused me) and she smiled back at me. Her eyes sparkled. I had known before I had seen them together sleeping. I think I had known before both Legolas and Grace had. Legolas loved Grace. And she loved him back. It almost gave me hope. Now I knew I was not alone. Grace was human and Legolas was elven. It made me and Arwen's chances seem that much better. We were no longer alone.

"So, where do we go today, oh leader?" Grace asked me.

"The Paths of the Dead."

A hiss was emitted from Grace. For a moment it sounded like a wild animal backed into a corner. I narrowed my eyes, trying to figure what had caused her to make the sound. What did she know of the Paths of the Dead?

"What is it?" I asked her.

"Hmm... It couldn't be that we're gonna go for a walk in a dark hole with a whole bunch of DEAD guys, could it?"

I grinned half-heartedly at her. "It is what needs to be done."

"Oh, shove it Aragorn," she replied and walked off, leaving me quite confused.

"Shove... what?"

- - - Grace - - -

I was angry at Aragorn. I don't even know why, really. I mean, was it his fault we had to go through there? Nope. But something about the Path of the Dead unnerved me. I guess, deep down, I thought that maybe, maybe I should be there too. I shook my head to clear it. While I did that I walked right into someone.

Stumbling back slightly, two hands gripped my arms gently yet firmly. I looked up into dark eyes.

"Oh, hi Éomer."

"Hello, frail one."

Yes, that's the way to make me like you Éomer. Call me frail. I had the urge right then to whip out one of my knives and shove it in his face. Yeah, that's right. Who's frail now asshole? He probably could see something threatening in my face because he started speaking in a more gentle tone. His hands were still on my arms and I looked down at them.

"Who do you have to protect you Grace? All alone out here with men and no fighting background. You need someone to watch over you." He slowly came closer to me. I tried to open my mouth and tell him my "brother" would protect me. Before I could say anything, one of his hands had found its way to my hair and caressed it gently.

And it felt so wrong.

When Legolas stroked my hair, I wanted to melt into a pool and let him do it forever. With Éomer I just tensed up and prayed for him to stop quickly. It was like he felt we had some intimacy.

"Let me protect you," he whispered to me hoarsely. He had come closer still and I could feel the warmth radiating off his body.

I didn't move. I just stood there with my face tilted downwards. He titled it upwards to look at him. He was even closer than I had originally thought. He was close enough to kiss me. And I knew he was going to. He brought my face up a little bit. I still didn't move. I couldn't.

Éomer's lips were about to brush against mine when a voice sounded from behind me.

"She does not need you to protect her, Son of Éomund."

Legolas stood there, his eyes flashing. Behind him stood Aragorn and Gimli. Aragorn had a hand on Legolas' shoulder, trying to calm him. With the sun starting to rise behind them, I had never seen them look more majestic.

Stepping back, Éomer's face changed. He went from looking at me intensely to looking at the Fellowship with something that looked almost hateful. I drew in a shaky breath. Gimli had stepped forward and he put a hand on my arm. Éomer looked into the faces of my friends, glanced at me and then turned and left.

Legolas had rushed forwards quickly and he grabbed my shoulder and spun me around so quickly it took me a second to focus. One of his hands cupped my face and the other ran through my hair. This, this is what I was missing when Éomer had done the same. Not only the sense of happiness but also safety.

"He did not harm you?" Legolas asked me, looking concerned.

I shook my head and Legolas' grip on me became a little less possessive. Trying to figure out why I didn't like that so much I said, "He was going to kiss me."

My plan clearly worked because almost immediately, I had been snatched up in his arms again. Smiling to myself I looked over his shoulder to see Aragorn watching this. I grinned at him but he didn't return the gesture. Finally I was released from the clutches of Legolas and he looked into my eyes.

"You are well?"

"I'm fine," I said.

He kissed my forehead before letting me go.

"Next time he tries that, lass," came a voice from near my elbow. I looked down and saw Gimli running his thumb along his axe, "you come to us. I knew it on the day we met him that man was not to be trusted."

I patted the head of my little dwarf friend. I was tempted to say, "Good Gimli," like you would to a pet but I didn't because I suspected it would offend him.

"Should we walk, melamin¹¹?" Legolas questioned.

"Just a minute. I want to talk with Aragorn quickly."

With a nod, Legolas escorted Gimli away, knowing rightly that I would be having a private conversation with Aragorn.

"Okay, what's wrong?" I asked.

With a sigh, Aragorn said, "Nothing pen neth¹¹¹, I am just weary."

"And you're also a bad liar," I commented, putting a hand on his arm.

"I - I do not want anything bad to befall you. You cannot accompany us on the Paths of the Dead." Aragorn hung his proud head and rubbed one of his temples.

"WHAT!? You're going to send me off with them? Yes, that's it, send me with the psycho man that wants to rape me!" I yelled, turning around and taking a few steps away from him so he wouldn't get a blow to the head.

"You mean Éomer."

"No, I mean Legolas," I shot back sarcastically. "Of course I mean Éomer! That's twice he's tried to - tried to - I don't know what he's trying to do but I don't like it!"

"Twice?"

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "On the way to Isengard, he - he tried, I don't know, something. I don't like how he looks at me Aragorn."

"Then you shall come with us," he said, changing his mind so quickly I was amazed. "Why didn't you tell me of this?" He had come up behind me and was now speaking into my ear.

"Legolas knew. He scared him off last time too." I paused. "I should go, Legolas wants to walk for a couple minutes before we leave."

"Yes," said Aragorn. "Your horse is packed, I will call when we leave, it won't be long."

I was about to walk away from him when his hand on my shoulder made me turn. Aragorn grabbed at my waist and for a moment I thought he was trying to pull an Éomer. As soon as I realized what he was really doing, I kicked myself. He had grabbed my belt to make sure my knives were there. And along side them he had slipped a small dagger.

"Just in case," he said as I left.

(A/N: Another chapter done! Which means we're one closer to the end... This saddens me. Sorry for a long delay, I just kinda lost motivation there for a month. The beginning was requested. Someone wanted a continuation of the last chapter though I wasn't planning on it. But you guys deserve it. Any other requests? I have one: You guys should go read a One Shot I wrote a while ago; not my best work but it doesn't matter. Thanks for Reviewing guys, keep it up!)

¹ What Dreams Are Made Of, The Lizzie McGuire Movie Soundtrack

¹¹ Elvish. Translation: my love

¹¹¹ Elvish used in a previous chapter. Just in case you forgot! Translation: little one