Notes:

So thank you for all the reviews. About the dialogues: I really try hard but somehow with time my ability of writing them has disappeared. I knew something was wrong with them. But I'll try harder.

About better then Tolkien: seriously sometimes Sapkowski suites me better. I really wish I could read him in English. Sapkowski is different to Tolkien; darker, more into our times, and well it's less of a fairy tale.

About rushing it: I had to rush it, my story should be pages longer, but I just can't seem to get into it. It keeps evolving in my head and it's hard to keep to the plan. But I try as I think otherwise I'll get lost.

Please: review and review.. And I really want you guys to tell me what you think about joining Sapkowski with Tolkien, and how you like Geralt. THANK YOU AGAIN. I'll try to get better. Hopefully the fact that this story is not what has finally evolved in my head will not stand out too much.

Just another note: sorry, but wiedzmin is back again, I though it will take me longer for him to be back, but it seems he's always there. I was thinking of making the chapters shorter instead of putting the stars in . What do you think?

I didn't have time to read it through, I'll do that in about 2 hours, and add all the corrections.

Chapter 3

Nerayen studied. She studied theory and practiced. The sword, the bow and also dance. Lady Galadriel showed understanding and did not stop Nerayen doing what she liked. However, Nerayen didn't seem to care. Everything was different now. When Legolas was not with her nothing was important, as she could not share anything with him.

"I think you don't need me anymore my Lady" Haldir spoke quietly as they were on the watch, that she liked to take voluntarily to keep her reflexes and abilities sharp. She looked at him and decided to take no notice of what he said. He has been her trainer for over a year now, and no she didn't need him as a trainer, but she needed him as a friend.

"So, Haldir how are things with Mallen going?" she changed the subject.

"Not so well, err, I think I'm going to run" his eyes were so serious she could almost believe what he was saying.

"Alright what's wrong this time? You were suppose to break it of weeks ago, but she still walks around talking about you and how good you are in bed" Nerayen couldn't stop herself, she had to smile, Haldir and his reputation was well known to most female elves in Lothlorien.

"Nene, she's pregnant!" he turned around not to face his friend.

Nerayen was amused and shocked at the same time. She felt it was funny for Haldir to get himself into something like this, she was sure he would make a great father. However, she knew him and she knew exactly what he'd do.

"What are you going to do Haldir?"

"Well I was thinking of running away, but you know me I'll marry her. Oh no I can't do that. This will kill me" Haldir stopped and saddened. It seemed like his life was over for him from this day on. The day he decided to marry someone he does not love, although he doubted he could ever love anyone.

"Listen, sweet Haldir, don't think this way, I think you'll do just fine. " she sent him a comforting smile "You will talk to me though?" she asked.

"To you always my Lady"

So Haldir was getting married, and Nerayen could no longer confide in him as often as she has before. She was able to tell him of all the proposals she received and have a great laugh about it. They always spend the mid- week night on talking. They reviewed their sexual and emotional adventures of the week, as they both led a very rich social life. They both kept a distance towards others and that was the reason why they understood each other so well. Nerayen knew she would miss that as she watched Haldir and Mallen get married. It was on her birthday, and she was happy for them and treated their relationship as a kind of odd gift. It was not the only odd present she would receive that night though.

"Lady Nerayen of Lothlorien, I am Elis of Mirkwood, and I bring you a gift form prince Legolas" A young blond elf stopped her as she went for a walk during the wedding celebration. "This is Ka," he pointed at a black horse he was leading. The horse looked very unfamiliar, she has never seen one like it before. It was pitch black, with a fire red tail and eyes. As it impatiently moved its hooves, one could see sparks coming form under them. "It is a dark elfish horse, however it was raised in Mirkwood, and is a good creature, a little temperamental I must say." Elis seemed to really care about the horse. He patted it with great care and smiled, the horse stuck its head to his chest.

"Elis, these horses are extremely dangerous. Is it magical?" Nerayen was not scared, however the gift puzzled her.

"Your highness, she's got character, but she has a good heart, Ka, that is. She will serve you well. And if you match her magic will show in time. All dark ones have magical powers." He smiled and looked at Ka again, this time almost with love. "The prince and I, we both feel connected to the horse, as we raised her ourselves. But it is wrong for a servant to say more." He bowed.

"Dear elf of Mirkwood, how is your prince doing" she had to ask. Legolas has not sent word for the whole year they were apart.

"I dare not say, my Lady it is not for a servant to judge" Elis looked down and bowed again. However, he seemed eager to speak.

"I will approve the gift, and become a friend of Ka, this was you will become a friend of mine as well, please, do not treat me as a princess only. Speak!" she took her hand and placed it on his chin, raising his head so he can face her.

"Wise Lady, the Prince is well in health, but I fear for him, he is not himself. He seems torn. I will say no more, your highness." At that he bowed once again "farewell my Lady" he turned around and was about to leave.

"Elis, tell Len I thank him very much, and tell him about everything you have noticed about me, without hesitation. I do not need to add anything" she put her hand on his shoulder. He turned around. Elis felt the sadness covering the princess and saw the longing in her eyes. She was right what he could see was enough.

The air was cold, and Ka seemed to sense something unknown. Nerayen did not worry. Every day she left for a long ride leaving the borders of Lothlorien. She did that always hoping for adventure, as lack of it was a painful slit in her heart. Sometimes she travelled with Haldir, but that became as rear as once in mid-month. Sadness covered him. Mallen died when giving birth to their child. The boy was Haldir's world, and he spent most of his time with him. Nerayen felt sympathy towards Haldir; however as distant as they both were she knew there was nothing she could do.

Suddenly she heard breathing. Wild, fast breathing. It sounded like an animal. As she listened more closely she realised it was human. "What wild man might that be" she thought as she loaded her bow and pointed it in the right direction. She noticed a figure leaning on a tree. Her sight was sharp but could it really be who she thought it was? The stranger raised his face, and she almost fell of Ka. It was Geralt. He looked like a hurt beast. His pupil took up most of his eyes; they were like two pitch black holes. Her breath became faster. He heard her. He looked in her direction. His moves were so fast, they were blurry. She was sure he could not see her, however she stiffened and stretched the bow harder.

"Who goes there?" Geralt pronounced the words slowly. His voice had a savage roughness about it. "I need to se Galadriel. Fast. Please."

Nerayen was too terrified to answer. Ka, could not take the silence anymore and she took one step forward. The sound she made was very quiet, however could be well heard by elves and Wiedzmins. In one swift move Geralt appeared right beside Nerayen. She had no time to let the arrow out. She was terrified now. He was so fast. Many elves were slower.

"Nene, its you" he said very slowly. Then he fell. She stood over him for a while, to shocked to move. Then she heard steps, and Haldir 's figure appeared right in front of her.

"The Lady said we are to bring him in. Fast. It's a miracle you didn't shoot him." And without another word he picked up the dead looking man and started walking towards Lothlorien.

"Haldir something wild is inside him" Nerayen was right behind them, to shocked to even lower her bow.

"The Lady told me to bring him in before you shoot him." And nothing more was said.

"I have to thank you for not shooting me Nene" his voice took her by surprise. She jumped and hastily turned around. " This is what happens when people don't really know me, or my profession"

"I know what you do Geralt. But over there.." She hesitated." You looked so savage"

The ugly smile spread on his face. "Wiedzmin herbs." He paused "they really change you into an animal like monster. Not to worry. I would not hurt you. Many however fear my extreme speed and abilities. I can't really blame them"

"Herbs?" she looked puzzled.

"I take them before I fight a monster, or when I enter a dangerous place. And these woods are dangerous for me." He smiled again. "I thought you knew."

"Knew what Geralt? How could I know that sometimes you look like a monster?" she asked, feeling a little angry with him by now.

"The Swing night. I thought you realised these were my eyes that made you faint. The cat like pupils" he looked up into the moon, and Nerayen gasped. The eyes she saw on the Swing night. These eyes, which she thought were of orcs. "Yes" he continued, "They go like that when I look into the light. I see better then, and for that I need no herbs"

They sat in silence for a while. Nerayen was just absorbing what she found out. Finally she could no longer take it: "How could anyone do that?" she asked, fury in her voice.

"I asked myself that question so many times. Lately however I started to understand. But enough about me. I came here to report something quite terrible." He looked at her tightly. His eyes showed no emotions " Legolas and I, we were attacked near Hall. I was hurt pretty bad, but now I'm fine. No one knows where he is. I . " he pause. She could almost sense his voice was about to tremble, but his eyes, seems emotionless as always. " I think he's dead."

Legolas was trembling. His sight was blurred. He felt sick. He could not put a thought together. Suddenly he felt warm, gentle hands on his chest. They were massaging something in. "Naya?" - no response. He slowly opened his eyes. All he could see was thick blond hair. "So its not Naya, where am I" his mind started to focus.

"Where." he said at loud.

"Shh" a soft female voice answered. And it was no elfish voice. I was a woman. She put her finger to his lips, and hushed him. He went silent. Sleep started to approach him, he could not fight it. He dozed off.