Legolas…Legolas…

The water on the river rippled, and as his eyes looked up, a figure floated before him. She stood regally in front of him, her layered dress and veil drifting against the wind. The veil covered her face except her eyes, and he felt himself lost in the deep abyss of her earthen irises. The eyes crinkled, probably because she was smiling, as she lowered herself down, until their eyes were leveled. She raised a slim hand to his face, and touched his cheek, as her lips, still covered by her veil, slowly came down to his. He felt her lips press against his own, before she slowly drew herself away.

As their faces inched away, he whispered, "Man eneth nin?"

He raised a hand to her face, slowly trying to undo her veil. She was still smiling, but as he felt the veil give way, a bright light shone, blinding him and making the girl's face fade away.

He felt himself falling… falling…

As his body continued to fall into the unknown, he heard a whisper…

"Meiou … Meiou … Meiou…"

"Legolas…Legolas…Legolas…"

"Legolas… Legolas… Legolas!"

The handsome, green-eyed elf awoke with a start, his open eyes blinking as the morning sun penetrated through his irises. He blinked again and again, before his awareness and thought finally came back to him.

He raised himself up against his palette, and slowly looked around. His eyes immediately clashed with mud-brown eyes underneath a pair of wiry eyebrows. His lips turned up in a smile.

"Le suilon, Gimli." He greeted, as the dwarf he addressed smiled in return. "You seem to have had a nice rest. Your voice possesses strength once again."

"That's true, laddie." Gimli the Dwarf said, as he hoisted his axe to his shoulder. As Legolas stood up to look around, Gimli turned his face up to see him. Gimli barely reached Legolas' shoulder and possessed curly, mousy brown hair and brows, but what he has not in size and appearance, he makes up with his skill with an axe, and his companionship.

Legolas was quite the opposite. Like many of his elven kin, he also possessed beauty that a few Men possessed. A Prince of the Woodland elves, Legolas Greenleaf was indeed royalty, as shown in his bearing and graceful movement. His bright green eyes, fair face, long, silver-blond hair and slim body showed his elven blood clearly. Although, he was sure that his other elven kin would had raised a few eyebrows at him, especially at having a Dwarf for company.

"So, where are we off to today?" Gimli asked as he hoisted his pack and his ax once again.

Legolas sighed, "I feel like returning to the realm of the Lady of Light…"

"To Lothlorien…?" Gimli asked, then he shook his head, "I wish to return there too, but without the Lady Galadriel's face, I do not think it would feel as welcoming as before."

The elf laughed as he picked up his gear and started walking. Gimli looked up at him and trod on to follow him. "The Woods should be empty now, as Galadriel and her kin have left." He looked down at Elf-friend, "What say we visit there for the last time, and relive the time it was inhabited with their beauty?"

Gimli shrugged and grunted as he shifted his weight to his other foot to climb up a rock. "I guess the idea has merit. I wish to see if there is anything left of the Lady of Light there."

Legolas laughed at Gimli, and the dwarf returned his laughter with one of his grins, "You cannot let go of the Lady's beauty and grace, can you?"

"A beauty as rare as hers can never be forgotten." Gimli retorted, "Have you not seen a beauty that you yourself cannot forget?"

"Alas, Gimli Elf-friend, I have not." Legolas answered, as he swiftly moved up a rock and held out a hand to pull his friend. "You forget that I am an elf. For an elf, beauty amongst my kin is very common."

"So you say." Gimli grunted again as Legolas pulled him up beside him. He huffed for a while before following Legolas' long legs towards the road to Lothlorien.