Another short chapter, but I promised to update today. I'll update as soon as I possibly can. I hate not being able to update everday or everyother day. I'll do my best. Thank you so much for the reviews! They mean a lot so keep them coming! Oh, and for those of you who reviewed about the untranslated Elvish, see if you're right ;)

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Chapter 21

Legolas smiled against her lips and held her close to him. He figured that this response was a yes to his question, but he had to hear the words come from her lips. He slowly pulled away from her and blue met light green filled with unshed happy tears. "Tell me your answer," he whispered and Aria laughed quietly.

"Yes. A million times yes!" she exclaimed before she leaned up and kissed his lips lightly this time and she rested her forehead against his when she pulled her lips away. "I will marry you." Legolas smiled and tilted her lips to his before he kissed her once more. Aria pulled away and laughed as she embraced him tightly. Legolas laughed quietly as he held her and raised his hand to rest on the back of her head. He ran his fingers through her unbound hair and committed her wild flower sent to an even deeper memory. Aria looked up at him and gave him a smile once again. She pulled herself from his arms and took his hands into hers. She led him to a firm stack of hay where they could sit and she sat down before she guided him down next to her. "Why did you bring me all the way out here to ask me?" she asked quietly as she laced her fingers with his.

"So we would not be . . . interrupted again," he whispered before he brought her left hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss on the back of her hand. Aria nodded her head as she looked at him. After a moment, she laid her head on his shoulder as they sat in the hay loft, just enjoying the quiet. Soon the noise from the hall quieted and Legolas kissed the top of her head. "You should return to the hall to get some rest." Aria sighed and looked up at him.

"I'm not tired and I was so comfortable just sitting here with you." Legolas smiled and gently pushed her hair over her shoulder.

"As was I, but you must rest. You still are not fully well, I can see it in your eyes so do not try and deny it." Aria smiled and nodded her head in defeat. Legolas stood and helped her up as well. Aria brushed the stray pieces of hay from her backside as Legolas walked her back down from the loft and up to the golden hall. It was nearly empty save for Eowyn who rested on a chaise.

"More time must have passed than I thought," Aria whispered quietly as they stopped outside her door. Legolas smiled and gently ran his fingers down her cheek.

"Time always seems to pass quickly anymore. Almost like it is running short," he whispered. Aria turned her head slightly and kissed his finger tips lightly. Legolas closed his eyes at the feel of her soft lips under his fingers. Aria smiled as she looked at his face and she moved his hand from her cheek and held it in her own.

"I shall see you in the morning ernil nîn (my prince)." With that Aria let go of his hand and went into her room, all the while smiling to herself because Legolas had yet to open his eyes.

The soft click of the door seemed to snap Legolas out of his trance. He had heard her words but he was lost in a world all his own until the door closed. Legolas smiled at the closed door before he pulled up the hood of the cloak for he was going outside. "Good night Aria," he whispered to the door before he quickly made his way down the corridor and out into the night air.

After some time of standing out side looking over the plains of Rohan and thinking how unusual it was for him after his long life to find love so quickly and in the middle of a war that may very well claim his life, his attention turned to the east and towards Mordor. As he stood observing the night sky, he heard the ranger approach and he looked at him. "The stars are veiled," he said quickly as Aragorn stopped next to him and looked towards Mordor as well. "Something stirs in the East... A sleepless malice," they looked at each other before Legolas slowly turned his gaze to Mordor. "The Eye of the enemy is moving." Aragorn nodded. He may not have the abilities that Legolas or even Aria possessed but he could feel it. He could feel Sauron scan all he could in search of what his heart desired. However, he could also feel something new about his friend and he dared to ask, even at such a tense time.

"Aside from your apprehension to Sauron's movements, there is something different about you my friend," Aragorn said quickly as he put his pipe away deciding against his reason for leaving the hall in the first place. He heard Legolas take a deep breath, however, his eyes remained on the eastern sky.

"After this war, Aria is to be my wife," Legolas said quietly. Aragorn raised an eyebrow at him.

"What is to be if you do not survive this war or . . ." he hesitated before he finished but knew it had to be said. "Or what if she does not survive this war?" Legolas kept his eyes ahead still, however, he knew not what would happen and Aria refused to even think of it. He just shook his head before he felt great evil and his eyes widened. He looked at Aragorn.

"He is here!" he said quickly and they both ran into the hall and down the corridor to where the other slept to see Pippin withering in pain. Aragorn took the Palantír from Pippin and Legolas quickly put his hands on Aragorn shoulders before the future king dropped the Palantír and as it rolled away Gandalf covered it with a blanket. Gandalf rushed over to Pippin and shoved Merry out of the way.

"Fool of a Took!" he said under his breath as he put his hand over Pippins forehead before he said a spell that seemed to bring the small hobbit from his trance. "Look at me." Pippin looked at Gandalf with sad eyes and a trembling lip.

"Gandalf! Forgive me!" Pippin said with a trembling voice before he tried to look away only to have Gandalf keep his eyes focused on him.

"Look at me. What did you see?" Gandalf asked urgently and Pippin took a deep breath. Legolas looked at the small hobbit with anxious eyes as did all of them.

"A tree... There was a white tree... in a courtyard of stone... It was dead," Pippin said after he had paused to think over what he had seen. "The city was burning."

"Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?" Gandalf asked more urgently than before.

"I saw - I saw - Him! I could hear His voice in my head!" Gandalf sighed.

"And what did you tell Him? Speak!" Gandalf shook Pippin's shoulder's ruffly and Merry, Aragorn, and Legolas looked at him with wide eyes. All hoped Pippin told Sauron nothing of Frodo and the ring.

"He asked me my name; I didn't answer. He hurt me!" Gandalf frowned and sighed as he looked deep into Pippin's fear filled eyes.

"What did you tell him about Frodo and the Ring!" Pippin looked at Gandalf square in the eye as everyone held their breath waiting for Pippin's answer.

"Nothing. I told him nothing about Frodo," Pippin whispered and Gandalf continued to study his eyes and Legolas quickly left the room. He moved swiftly through the corridors until he reached his destination and quickly entered the room.