1Since I'm so nice, I'll post two chapters today. Happy reading! Don't forget to review!

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The she-elf turned. Legolas's heart wasn't the only one to freeze. Though the she-elf's features were hidden by her cloak, and the hood pulled up, it was held by a very, very, familiar broach... A serpent, with ruby eyes...

"YOU!" Legolas roared, setting Estellia down, and pushing her toward his father's care. In Valinor, no one carried weapons anymore, so Legolas was defenseless to whatever she had up her sleeve.

She laughed mercilessly, pulling back her hood to reveal a pale face and a river of ebony hair. Her eyes were still as black as the deepest places in the entire Middle Earth. It was Arya.

"I'm pleased to know you still remember me." she laughed, still casually leaning against the fountain.

"You are one of the reasons I can find no sleep at night, you witch." Legolas hissed, taking a few well placed steps forward. Her father's death had only driven her to become more powerful. And she was seeking revenge.

"So..." she sighed, her black eyes glittering. "You have a daughter now... But yet, no wife? Where is she?"

Legolas ran at her. He was barely inches away when she deftly flicked her hand, and his feet became frozen in place.

Arya laughed softly again, walking around him. "Still so temperamental... Well, at least this way you can't be any trouble when I tell you what I've come to say."

"I don't give a damn what you've got to say..." Legolas spat, his blue eyes aflame.

Elrond was looking quite calm, but on the inside, he was straining not to have at Arya too. Thranduil still had Estellia in his arms, who was looking upon the scene before her in fright.

"Let ada go!" she yelled, fighting to extricate herself from her grandfather's grasp. "Let him go you witch!" she said, using her ada's choice words.

Arya turned her gaze to the little elfling, and started to walk slowly over to her, her black cloak billowing, despite the fact there was no wind to stir the fabric.

"Arya! Leave her out of this!" Legolas roared, straining desperately to be free of his bonds.

Thranduil and Elrond suddenly found that they couldn't move either, or speak, only watch.

Arya smiled maliciously at the young she-elf, placing a finger under her chin and tilting her head toward her. "You have your mother's spirit." she said, "Too bad she can't be here... I could kill you all right now, and there wouldn't be a thing you could do about it. And I so want to, too. But I'd rather see you suffer." She went back to Legolas, staring him down. "I know where Tari is... I know where she has been for the last twenty-one years... The one place you hadn't looked when you were searching those ten years for her. Tell, me, dear prince... Where do elves go, when they die? What do they do there?"

Legolas glared at her. How he so longed to kill her. "Mandos." he said through gritted teeth.

Arya smiled, knowing his thoughts. "Aye, and what do they do there? Don't they have a choice, or something like that?"

"They can choose to be reborn, or stay in Mandos..."

"Yes," Arya said, very close to him, "And what do you think that your wife Tari chose?"

Legolas felt his heart drop to about the place where his stomach was. What had she chosen? "I don't know." he admitted grudgingly.

"Exactly." Arya hissed. "It just so happens, that she was reborn in Middle Earth. Her mother is one of the servants in my castle. It is here that she dwells, Legolas. And she knows nothing of you. As you should know, all elves that are reborn, know nothing of their past lives until they reach a certain age. Here's the catch though... She was born as a mortal."

Don't forget that Arya is and elf, so she can go to Valinor.