Explanations to people who were confused about Tari is like now. Tari is the same as she's always been, except she has Tala's memories TOO. She still loves Legolas, still remembers all that's happened between them, except she know what happened to Tala. Okay? Do we get it now? Any questions, do not hesitate to ask when you review.

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P.S— Lots of 'thee's' and 'thines' in this chapter. Just to spice things up.

P.S.S – At the request of Beechiki there is a love scene in this one. I did this at the last moment, so it's not like you can just skip the chapter. If you don't want to read it, just look for my warning before the scene starts, and begin reading again when I say it's okay. Okay? Of course it's okay.

Chapter 17

Out of Her Hands

1 Week Later

The others were not the least bit skeptical about Tari's re-appearance. Her mother and father tearily hugged her, saying how much they had worried.

Galadriel and Celeborn smiled at her, though both were glassy-eyed. "My heart is overjoyed at thine return, granddaughter," said Galadriel, embracing her, "Though your heart is troubled, and the thoughts floating about your mind reflect it."

Tari nodded solemnly, her smile fading. "Uma, Galadriel." (yes)

"Thine thoughts dwell around thine own doubt in thyself, and about thine daughter rejecting thee." Galadriel said. It was a statement, not a question. The Lady of Light knew her every thought and trouble.

Tari only nodded again, not needing to answer. Legolas sensed his wife's distress, and placed a comforting arm around her shoulder. He had told her all of what Estellia had said, and that she would think it over during her trip with her uncles.

"I knew twas too much to hope for... I should not have assumed that she would simply believe it without question... After all, she hath been believing a lie the past few days..." Tari said, feeling guiltier by the second.

"Twas no wrong in what Legolas did, my child. He introduced Tala as Estellia's mother, though referring to your spirit that dwelled inside her. The child simply does not understand, and is confused. Do not let thine heart be troubled by matters of which are out of thine own hands... She shall come around to her senses eventually, and realize the truth in which thee spoke." Celeborn counseled, his stern gaze softening as he looked upon his granddaughter.

"Hannon lle, grandfather..." Tari said softly, "Thine wisdom and council thou giveth to me, means more than thee knows..."

Celeborn and Galadriel gave solemn bows, before retreating to follow Elrond, Celebrian, Thranduil, Lothiriel, and Gandalf.

Legolas turned Tari towards him, engulfing her in a gentle, loving embrace. "Do not despair, my sweet one..." he whispered, knowing that Tari was on the verge of a nervous collapse over Estellia. "Blame not thyself for Estellia's doubt... As Celeborn said, it is out of thine hands. I would see you smile again, my Tari... For your first day upon your return, it seems as though you've only grieved."

Tari pulled gently out of his embrace, quelling her tears with the sleeve of her gown. "I know... And for that, I am eternally sorry... Thou must think me a child for acting as such..."

"Nay, Tari..." Legolas reprimanded gently, "I think of thee as anything but a child. Any other mother would be as distressed as thee is. But thou art not just 'any other mother', Tari. Thee hath gone through more than any. And that only makes me admire thee the more."

Tari shook her head with a smile. "I need not your admiration, my prince. Though my smiles may please thee, thine smiles are what maketh me want thee the more."

Legolas involuntarily grinned at her words. "If that be all it takes, then I shall giveth thee more than a smile..."

Tari raised her eyebrows at him. "What are you suggesting, oh-chaste-prince?"

Legolas chuckled huskily, nuzzling against her neck. "I suggest, sweet one... that we reform our bond... I have wanted you since the night you returned, and I can wait no longer..."

"And if I said no?" Tari asked with just as much huskiness, stifling a small moan as he sucked on her neck.

"Then I would ravage myself upon you..."

"In the middle of the library?" Tari asked, trying but failing to push him off.

"That's what our room is for..." he said, pulling her toward the door, and dragging her down the corridor, despite her protests.

Okay, for those of you that are offended by these type of 'detailed' scenes, just scroll down until you see the bold heading again...

He scooped her up without warning as he walked into their chambers, closing the door with his foot, and moving the latch with his elbow. He walked over to the bed, and threw her upon it, her head falling back onto the pillows; making her dizzy.

"Do you really plan for me to let you have your way with me?" Tari asked, propping herself up on her elbows, but falling back down again as Legolas covered her body with his.

"I told you already..." Legolas murmured, sucking on her neck as his hands moved to the hem of her dress. His agile fingers slid up her leg to her inner thigh, tracing light circles. "If you deny me, I would take you anyway..."

"Is that so?" Tari panted, her hands involuntarily grasping the bed covers as his fingers found what they had been searching for. "Oh Valar..." she gasped.

"And does your answer still stand? Do you still say no, Tari?" Legolas asked, watching as Tari writhed beneath him as she tried to contain herself.

He slid a finger inside of her, causing her to gasp again.

"Is that a 'yes'?" Legolas asked, his lips caressing the exposed flesh her dress did not conceal by her neck and shoulders.

"You are evil..." Tari said, still squirming, her hands moving to push him off of her.

Legolas gave another deep throated chuckle, his free hand catching hers, and pinning them above her head. His lips descended upon hers in a hungry passionate kiss, while his agile fingers continued their fast-paced ministrations. She was soon moaning and breathing sharply, her lips red and swollen.

"Oh Valar Legolas... What you do to me..." she gasped, feeling her ecstasy coming to a peak.

"Let me take you... Make you mine again..." Legolas whispered in her ear, kissing the tip, and teasing it with his tongue.

"I would kill you if you stopped now..." came her moaning answer.

Legolas removed the hand holding her arms up, and she began to work at the fastenings of his tunic with fervor, as he slid the straps of her dress away, pushing it down to reveal her perfect creamy breasts that swelled as her breathing quickened.

He soon had the dress down to her waist, as she pulled the tunic off of him, and tried to undo his leggings. He bend closer to her chest, beginning the assault on her breasts, causing her to moan loudly as his moist mouth sucked and teased. With one hand, he managed to removed his leggings.

"This dress is in the way..." he murmured against her skin, using both of his hands to slide it of her waist and down her legs, his fingertips purposefully brushing against her skin slowly.

"Saes Legolas..." (please) she moaned, her hands running up and down his back. "... do it... Make me yours..."

Legolas heard her please, and threw the dress aside. He straddle her waist, his hands moving up her waist to her breasts, where he squeezed and massaged. She gasped with pleasure as she felt him thrust inside of her.

"Ai uma!" (oh yes!) She cried, wrapping her legs around him, pulling him deeper.

Legolas moaned with her, bending down to kiss her swollen lips as he moved inside her. She broke this kiss with a soft scream as she felt herself reach her limit, her head spinning with the passion he ensued. Legolas came with her, spilling himself inside of her body, and holding her closer.

"Oh how I longed for this..." Legolas whispered against her flesh.

"A Im..." (and I (as well)) she answered, feeling him pull out of her, and fall down beside her.

His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her against his body. Tari felt him drape a blanket over them.

"Elei velui, meleth nin..." (sweet dreams, my love) he whispered, kissing the nape of her neck.

She never heard his goodnight, for she had already fallen asleep from exhaustion...

All right, you can stop shielding your eyes now, it's over...

"We'll stop here tonight." said Elladan, alighting from his horse onto the ground smoothly, before reaching up to lower down his niece who had sat in front of him.

Estellia looked around once she had been placed firmly upon the ground. "Uncles, hast thou disobeyed thine father, and taken me past the Ford?" she asked, taking in her surroundings.

"Nay, niece, but close to it. A few yards more and we would have broken our promise to our father." Elrohir laughed, unsaddling his horse and picketing him to a tree.

"You are quite curious, little one. Is there a reason for your inquisitiveness?" Elladan asked, beginning to gather dead wood for a small fire. "Does thee grow tired of us after only a week?"

Estellia shook her head, sitting upon the dirt ground without a care of getting her clothes dirty. "Not really, uncle. My father just wanted me to be on my guard, that is all."

"Aye, well, he has good reason to keep you on your toes." commented Elrohir, revealing some lembas and honey from his saddle bag, along with dried meat. "But you shouldn't really worry yourself. As I said, we are still a few yards within Rivendell's borders."

"How many yards?" Estellia questioned warily, taking the lembas she was handed without notice.

"I'd say, maybe ten or twenty."

Estellia dropped her gaze to the fire that had begun to kindle. "That's still rather close... Forgive me, for my worry. It is only that I wish not to see any orcs if I can help it."

"I completely understand, little one." Elladan said, sitting down beside her. "But orcs have rarely come very close here. For they haven't a reason."

1 Week Before

Arya was in a rage. Fire was in her eyes as she stormed around the throne room, throwing an occasional fireball at the wall. She roared in rage, turning her glare upon the Mouth of Sauron. "I thought that I could rely on you..." she spat, "But you let her get captured!" Another fireball was thrown, grazing the top of the helm of the Mouth.

He flinched. "With all due respect, my Queen Arya, you never told me Atalantawen's significance. Therefore, I did not know the level of which my protection need be committed to."

"Shut up!" Arya hissed, having half a mind to choke the life out of the general. "The fact remains that she was captured while under your command. Captured by the last people I want her in the hands of."

"Why is that, milady?"

"Idiot! Dolt! Have you heard none of my explanation of Atalantawen! She holds, Tari's spirit! Which means, that I have absolutely no leverage against Imladris, Lorien, or Eryn Lasgalen!" Arya shouted, releasing a great force that sent the Mouth flying to the wall. He clumsily struggled to his feet again, adjusting his helm.

"What is worse, is that Tari has regained bodily form... But, though she may be immortal, she is still powerless." Arya said, turning back to Sauron's minion. "I will win this war... But if elves rally to fight against me, I will lose. Thranduil, Elrond, and Celeborn would lead them. Thranduil's brat son would too. He would want Tari to stay behind with his precious daugh-" Arya stopped, mid-sentence, an evil scheme slowly forming in her mind.

"My Queen?" the Mouth prompted.

"Rally up a small band of your best." Arya spat suddenly, almost making the general flinch again. "I have a little kidnapping I need you to take care of..."

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