Disclaimer: I own nothing. The full versions of this and all my fics can be found on adultfanfiction.net author ID Shanastay.

Chapter 2: Legolas POV

It was another confusing day without answers for Prince Legolas. He had only just arrived at Imladris two days prior seeking out the wise counsel of Gandalf and Lord Elrond. The visions, if that was what they were, that had caught him unawares several months prior had increased in their frequency and unpredictability. They were like nightmares, but all too real.

At first he thought they were just regular dreams, unconscious nameless fears left over from the War of the Ring since they came during the night while he was asleep. It wasn't until he had one during the day that he realized they were not just dreams.

Flashback

He had been taking a bath after a long day of patrol and practice, relaxing in the hot water, letting the heat work the knots out of his muscles. He was at that half-aware point between consciousness and sleep. Elves usually sleep with their eyes open, resting their minds while still having an awareness of the world around them.

He had uncharacteristically let his eyes drift shut, when they snapped open and he found himself pinned against the side of the pool. He fought futilely against the hands holding him down. He saw unfamiliar faces floating before his eyes as he thrashed his head from side to side. He opened his mouth to scream only to feel a rag of some sort stuffed in his mouth. He felt the hands groping him, grasping at his chest, tearing his clothes from his body.

Their laughter rang in his ears. Their touch violated his senses.

He felt multiple hands stroking down his sides, grasping his buttocks, nails digging into his skin. He felt a cold breeze draw across his exposed skin, sending tremors through his body, the smell of salt air stinging his nose. He writhed in their grasp, trying futilely to break free. Fists struck at him for his defiance, bone cracking, skin and muscle bruising. He felt a blade being drawn across his exposed back, raising lines of blood.

It wasn't until he felt his legs being pried apart that he realized that he was not being assaulted. It was a she and he was somehow experiencing her terror. It was then that he snapped out the trance and found himself in a fighting stance in the bath. Legolas looked around, blinking rapidly.

By the Valar what was that?

Legolas relaxed his stance as the adrenaline finally left his body. He slumped back down into the warm water, dazed, trying to make sense of what he had just experienced. He tried to sort through the jumbled shifting images in his mind. He remembered previous visions, waking up shaking, images coming unbidden to his mind's eye.

One vision in particular came to him:

She, now I realize it's a she, was lying on her side with a sword of some kind tucked between her legs, blade facing out, protecting herself. I could feel someone touching me and a feminine voice saying, "No. Please stop. Please." And then I woke up. Who is she? Who would do this to someone? I must find out who she is and why I'm having these visions of what must be her memories? Nightmares?

End Flashback

It was then that he had decided to leave Mirkwood and come to Imladris. But neither Elrond nor Gandalf knew what to make of what was happening. They simply looked at him with sympathy and said, "Somehow this will all play out and find its end. You will not understand until it is time."

Gandalf's words were of a bit more comfort, "Somehow, I believe this will have a good ending. Have faith in what is right and good. You are having these visions for a reason, although that reason is not clear to you yet."

Sitting by the river listening to the sounds of the nearby waterfall, Legolas could not help but feel that somehow Gandalf was right. He looked down suddenly at his hand resting on his leg as he realized in wonder that he had been restlessly rubbing the soft, silky material between the fingers of his right hand.

Review. Please?