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To Let the Elf Hold Her

Disclaimer: I did not own Lord of the Rings in this fanfics first chapter, I did not own it last chapter, I will not probably own it anytime soon, so I guess I don't own it!

Authors note: Got nothing. Enjoy and REVIEW!

The next week came, it was February the fourteenth and Frodo was getting ready to stare into Galadriel's mirror while Rebecca was getting ready to go outside with her beloved Elrohir.

"Are you sure your cloak is warm enough?" Elrohir asked. It was bitterly cold outside, and it was growing quite late.

"I think so," Rebecca replied as she flung the fur lined cloak over her shoulders. She clasped it, smiled, and they headed out the door.

The moon was shining full, the frosty stars of Elbereth twinkling and glowing brilliantly, the snow glittering and reflecting the light of them all. Elrohir led her, but found the going was slow, because she sank and he did not.

"Try stepping softly," Elrohir suggested. "And flat footed."

Rebecca tried, went three steps and sank with a scream of surprise. Elrohir laughed at her and she glared at him, thoroughly annoyed.

"Forgive me, here, let me help you," Elrohir said extending both hands to her. She accepted them and he pulled her up onto the top of the snow. "May I carry you?"

"If you wish," Rebecca replied with a grin. Such delicate treatment was not something she was yet accustomed too.

Elrohir lightly picked her up and carried her as one would a bride, and continued stepping lightly across the snowy ground. Rebecca thought she recognized where they were, and her suspicion was confirmed when she noted that the trees seemed to have a circular clearing not far ahead. Indeed, they were in the clearing Elrohir had shown her several weeks ago.

Through the black lace of the tree branches the moon shown, casting strange and beautiful patterns upon the ground, all with a silvery blue tinge. Elrohir set her down in the middle of the circle and then Rebecca spoke.

"It is even prettier by moonlight."

"That is why I brought you here. A beautiful lady deserves a beautiful setting," Elrohir grinned.

Rebecca laughed at him. The phrase sounded funny to her ears, and a bit on the cheesy side.

"What was so funny?" Elrohir asked.

"A beautiful girl deserves a beautiful setting. It sounded like you were trying to hard," Rebecca answered with a smile.

Elrohir shrugged it off and said, "Have you ever learned how to dance?"

"No. I am as uncoordinated as they come! I have two left feet and no sense of rhythm," Rebecca answered plainly.

"May I teach you anyway?"

"It's your toes I am going to step on, remember that!" Rebecca warned.

Elrohir grinned and said, "I shall take my chances."

He began to teach her, and found she really wasn't that coordinated but there was yet hope. Elves do not die, nor do they age, thus they have a good deal more patience than the members of the race of men. They are more willing to spend twenty extra minutes doing some silly favor than a human is, mostly because they have an eternity's worth of time to spend. Towards the end of the first lesson she began to get the feel of it, and didn't step on his feet hardly at all. As they danced to a silent elvish symphony Rebecca spoke.

"My face is getting cold. I can't feel my nose or ears, and my lips are getting chapped," she said in a matter of fact way.

Elrohir smiled, "I can remedy that problem."

They stopped dancing and Elrohir put his hands to her ears and said something, but she couldn't hear it, for obvious reasons. Suddenly, she could feel her ears again, and they were quite warm. Then she realized she could feel her nose as well, but her lips were still quite chapped.

"Now, for you lips," Elrohir said as he bent his head towards her. They kissed under the delicate black lace of the trees, under the moon, beneath the stars, and in the snow that glittered like stars. "Is that better?" he whispered.

"Much better!" Rebecca whispered back. "But now I am cold all over. I feel like an ice cube! I think we need to go in."

"Very well," Elrohir said. "I shall set my princess of ice in front of a fire and see if she melts into a living girl." He swept her off the ground, sending a glittering cloud of powdery snow flying up into the air, and they went back inside.

Nine days later, February the twenty-third, Elrond came up to Rebecca in the afternoon and said, "Tomorrow you must go to Valinor and meet the Valar. I do not know what hour you shall go, but I warn you to be ready for it."

"Thank you Lord Elrond," Rebecca said. The elf lord left, and Rebecca said to herself, "He's like a very hands off leader isn't he. That and, he seems like a messenger for the Valar."

She couldn't think on these thoughts long, because Elrohir knocked on her door.

"Come in!" she said, not really caring who it was at the moment.

Elrohir came in and said, "What did my father have to say?" Elrohir asked.

"That I am to go to Valinor tomorrow, but he doesn't know when," Rebecca answered.

"When you return you must tell me all about it," Elrohir said.

"I shall. I only hope I am not gone very long," she remarked.

"And why not? Valinor is beautiful if the songs are true. I would say you will never want to return!"

"No, I shall, because you won't be there," she replied. There was a glint in her eyes and a smile on her lips. She gave him a kiss just before the bell signaling supper rang.

Authors note: So this chapter is short! Oh well! I hope you liked it all anyway, and I want you all to REVIEW! I have just made a decision, since this chapter is so horrendously short, I shall post the next one quite quickly and this one early! I hope you enjoy!