A/N: Yay, yay, I'm so very happpeeee…hehe…Thanks for your wonderful reviews. They really kept me going ( *hint* *hint* the more you review, the faster I write =P ). Yup, this is just the second chapter but I've got to tell you all that I don't think I can update that often since my exams are here…got to study…study…study…or I might not even have the chance to go online because my parents threatened to cut off the line if I don't stop spending too much time on the computer. Alright enough of my blabbering here, let's get on with the story =)

The dwarves then noticed that they had come to the edge of a ring where elf-fires had been. Whether it was one of those they had seen the night before, they could not tell. But it seemed that some good magic lingered in such spots, which the spiders did not like. At any rate here the light was greener, and the boughs less thick and threatening… -The Hobbit, Flies and Spiders

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Legolas was worried. There were still goblins around that haven't tasted his well-aimed arrows. The elf-girl was still weeping and he just doesn't know how to stop her. It hurts him badly to see her this way. Then he remembered the ancient spell he learned when he was very young. It had always cheered him up every time his dear mother worked it so when he was old enough to work it himself, he learned that as his very first spell.

He smiled, recalling the ways and steps required to perform the charm. He jumped to his feet and danced. His feet doing ever so complicated steps but yet each with its own timing and gracefulness. He skipped and sang a sweet melodious song. Magically, sparks and different colours of brilliant light followed his gay feet. Flowers started to grow on the ground where he stepped on and butterflies appeared as his hands touched the air in swift movements.

The elf-girl looked at him, enchanted. Legolas danced and skipped around her and when he was very near, he whispered into her ear, "Come and dance with me, my lady." She was not expecting this so at first she just sat where she was, looking at him in a surprised manner. Legolas bent down and took her hand in his. She rose with him reluctantly and they both danced in the now radiant forest. The leaves turned green and fresh, grass and flowers bloomed all around them.

Do not cry, my dear child,

The moon is still alive tonight,

The wolves in the wild,

Sleeps in the great wood light.

Do not cry, my dear child,

For tears are not for your fair face,

Fierce winds would blow mild,

So tender as would your grace.

Do not let the dark past break you,

Taste the sweet waters of life,

And dance with me…

Legolas sang and the elf-girl listened with awe. She danced with him with slow, sorrowful steps but her eyes were no longer sad. Instead, they seemed to have the slightest hint of a smile. Legolas slowed their dance and gently stopped the spell.

They sat down under a massive tree and observed their work. The lifeless trees and plants around them were bursting with life. Sweet fragrance from the many tiny flowers filled the air and their noses. Legolas laughed and turned to look at the elf-girl. She caught his gaze and turned away quickly.

"Feeling better?" Legolas asked, still holding her hand in his. "Yes, perhaps," she replied, looking at the ground. "I've never felt as happy for so many years. And for that, I thank you." Her voice was barely a whisper but Legolas' sensitive ears caught every single word. "My pleasure, dear lady. But would you still keep your name to yourself?" he asked. "My name is not my own anymore?" she said, a butterfly landed on her long fingers. "Why is it so?" said Legolas, confused. She lifted her hand gently to look at the various colours on the little butterfly's wings. "Please do not ask me for my name. It brings too many grievous memories." "The past is gone. Do not hold on to it," he said, looking at the butterfly as well "See this creature. It has lived most of its life in a cocoon hardly moving at all, seemingly dead. When the time comes, it breaks free and so it is able to fly in the lovely skies. Break free from the miseries that is holding you back." "I'm afraid I haven't the strength left to," she said, as the butterfly fluttered away. "Fear not for I am here to help you," Legolas said, smiling.

She looked at his eyes again, hope rising in her once more yet she dare not let the feeling into her wounded heart. "You have helped me more than I am worthy of. I wish not to trouble you anymore now that I am away from the dungeons of the goblins." "No," replied Legolas, standing up swiftly "Do not say such things. It is my pleasure to assist you. And you are worthy of more than I can offer." He helped her up onto her feet and they began to walk slowly back to their camp in the moon's soft radiance.

"Lalaith," she whispered. Legolas turned and looked at her, "I beg your pardon. What was it that you said just now?" "My name is Lalaith," the elf-girl said again, stepping over a fallen branch. He held her chin and turned her face gently towards him. "Then, I shall make sure that laughter would be heard again that comes from your lips," Legolas said. Lalaith drew back nervously and they both resumed their walk. (A/N: Lalaith means laughter)

The two elves were unaware about the dozen of eyes watching them in the darkness, ready to snatch the beautiful elf-girl whom they claim theirs back to the deep prisons of their caves. The unblinking eyes followed the duo and watched as they slept.