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Legolas lay in bed for a long time, a little over an hour, before sleep claimed him. He was quite tired when the day was over, but his mind was clouded by other matters. He was still fixated on the lovely Elenya Tindómiel he had met only a few hours earlier. When Legolas finally fell asleep, it was into a fitful slumber.
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He stood there, watching as a fair Elf danced before him. Her blonde hair streamed behind her like a silken sheet as she suddenly ran from him.
"Legolas! Come catch me!!" she shouted gleefully.
Before him, he saw a young boy-Elf, perhaps around five years old, run towards the graceful figure of the lady.
"Mother!" he shouted, laughing.
He ran to his mother and tagged her. In turn, he then ran away from her, and she pretended to have trouble finding him in the surrounding trees. She hid behind a tall mallorn tree, gasping for breath.
"Mother, where are you?" the young Elf's voice rang out. Now it sounded more panicked, "Mother? Where are you?!" he shouted, his young eyes darting around every tree trunk.
"I am here, young Legolas," his mother stepped from behind the tree, looking concerned. "Are you alright? We have played this game many times, in this same forest. Are you afraid?" she asked.
"No, Mother, only worried," the young Legolas said, staid in appearance.
"Why is that, my young Prince?" the lady asked, playing along.
"I did not know where you were, and if you needed to be saved by a valiant son, like me! Perhaps you were lost and needed me… I was also worried that you had left me."
"And why would I do that?" his mother asked, now slightly alarmed.
"I don't know, I thought perhaps you went home without me."
"Legolas, I would not have left you! I will never leave you! I will always be at your side…"
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Legolas woke, alarmed that he had recollection of this memory again. He had not seen this dream, a vision of what happened so many years before, for a long time. He used to remember this when he missed his mother, for she had died because of a wound given to her by the blade of an Orc when the times were worse than they were today. Legolas sat in bed, pondering over the words his mother had said in the last moment of the dream. "I will always be at your side…"
"But you are not, Mother," he whispered into the darkness of his room.
Suddenly, a slight gust of wind blew the window in his room open. He rose to close it, but he stood transfixed at the view from his window. He looked upon a waterfall of immense beauty and was plunged into memories of old once more. He remembered his mother's lovely face, peering at him lovingly. He sighed and sat once more on the bed. He lay down, trying to fall into slumber once more.
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Lina lay, stretched out on her back, gazing up at the ceiling. She was having trouble sleeping, and an image of Legolas's face kept appearing in her mind. She shook herself, and frowned. What was this? She could not be thinking of him like this! She had promised herself… Never again…
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She felt herself in the arms of another. She laid her head back into the warmth of the man she loved. She gazed up and found herself drowning in the pools of clear blue eyes of her lover. She raised her hand up and touched his soft brown hair.
"Aníron Tindómiel… Melamin…" he whispered into her ear.
She giggled. "You are learning our language quickly," she said happily.
"Of course!" he replied, "how else am I to convince Elrond that I am worthy of your love, though I do not believe it myself?"
"Oh, you are worthy of my love if you see it that I am worthy of yours!"
She got up, away from him, and walked to the balcony. They had been sitting together on the large swing.
"Why do you walk away, Melamin?" he asked quietly.
Lina smiled. "I do not walk away from you," she said, as he stood up to join her. "Isn't this waterfall lovely?" she asked coyly.
"Not as lovely as you," he said, kissing her on the tip of her pointed ear.
She looked up once more, smiling softly.
"Oh, Farin," she said putting her arms around his neck as he pulled her into a passionate kiss. They broke apart, not long after, because of the voice of another.
"Lina! Lina! Elenya!!!" a female voice called urgently.
"Arwen! What is wrong?!" Lina said running from Farin's arms. "What is wrong?" she repeated.
"We must leave now, Lina," Arwen appeared on the balcony. She nodded her greeting quickly to Farin, who bowed slightly in return.
"Why must we leave now? We were not told to leave till a fortnight from now!"
"Lina, it is imperative that we leave now. Grandmother sent word that the path will be perilous in a fortnight's time, and that it is barely safe now. We must hurry!"
"What about Elrond? What about your father?" Lina asked.
"He will be staying here."
"Why must we go, when it is safe enough for him to stay here?" Lina was on the verge of tears.
"Oh, Lina, that is not for me to explain. I do not know myself, though I assure you, if the Lady of the Wood sees it fit that we leave Rivendell, we must do so."
"Alright, I will come, but unwillingly. I do not understand, even, the nature of our important trip to Lothlórien, but if I must go, I shall. I always though that Rivendell was more of a safe haven than Lórien." But Lina agreed to obey, though a silent tear rolled down her cheek.
"I am coming as well, then!" Farin said.
"Farin," Arwen said gently, "you cannot come. This is a trip meant only for me and Lina."
"I do not have to journey with you into the Golden Wood, but at least if you allowed me to escort you there! There is talk of strange creatures in the wild these days, and I will not allow you to go alone!"
"Farin, you know that Lina and I are well-trained in combat, and if the need arises, we can take care of ourselves," Arwen asserted.
"Arwen, I am fully aware of your competence in battle, but I would still feel more comfortable…"
"I am sorry, Farin. But do not worry, we will return shortly, perhaps in a month's time. You will still be in Rivendell, I trust?"
"I would not leave without seeing you both again," Farin said humbly.
"Then, I will leave you two to your farewells," Arwen said, turning and leaving the balcony quietly.
"Lina?" Farin said to his lover softly.
"Oh, Farin!" Lina began weeping bitterly and falling into his arms.
"Melamin! Do not fret! I will see you again, perhaps sooner than you think!"
"Farin, don't you dare think about following me, because there is evil lurking that can take easier advantage of a Man than an Elf, " Lina cautioned.
"Lina, I will not do anything rash, you know that!"
"I do," she agreed. "So until our next meeting, then?" she smiled bravely at him.
"Oh, I love you so much," he said. Before she could say anything in assent, he kissed her with such fervor she felt as though her heart would burst through her chest.
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Lina screamed and awoke in her bed, her body cold. She shivered at the thought of her dream. Why was she remembering this? She thought these dreams had stopped coming over nine months ago! Why did they come again now? Was it to remind herself of the vow she took almost exactly a year ago? But she remembered; she remembered as though it was yesterday. Why then did they have to plague her in her sleep? Why did she have to remember that fateful night of her life in her dreams though she had clear recollection of it everyday?
~*~So what did you all think? Getting good, or not? Please review! And no flames, please!! :-) I'm trying my best to keep you all interested! Oh, and "Melamin" means My Beloved and "Aniron" means I desire. Thanks!~*~