Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the LOTR characters, places etc. I'm just playing with them, if i did own them I'd be filthy rich. This is my second fanfic so I'm still learning!

A/N: sniff sniff Sivaroobini Lupin-Black- my only reviewer this time round thanks you! You got hamsters? I love hamsters; they're really cute till they bite :)thanks again !

Please review if you read! Sorry-short chapter,

Vesper

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One elf

Chapter 7: Taking a chance to find the pieces

Nenmîr laid back on her bed, it was about midnight and she'd just come back from her evening walk with her dog Beren, all she'd been unable to stop thinking about Legolas all the way there and all the way back. Beren jumped up beside her and laid himself across her stomach, panting.

"I think I love him." Nenmîr told Beren and looked at him; he responded by shifting so his paws rested on her neck. She stroked his big silver-grey head. "What am I going to do tomorrow?"

She had pondered the question of whether her and Legolas would be allowed when on their quest but had never asked, she scratched Beren behind the ear, the place he loved best.

"I'll miss you mellon nîn," Nenmîr whispered to her dog, Beren licked her face and whined, "I'm sure you'll be fine with Elwing" She kissed Beren's nose and Beren tried to lick hers too, he whined again and rested his head on her chest. That was her weakness; if anyone took Beren away from her she'd be lost.

A little later Nenmîr was stood on her balcony watching the moon and stars, everything was at peace in Lothlorien and in her heart, would this trip disturb that? Her mind wandered to that empty space she felt too, would the trip fill it? She tried not to think about it and looked up at the big round silver moon before her. Its stars glittered like diamonds around a big pearl, she sighed happily. Beren was inside, asleep on her bed already; she pulled the curtain over quietly and put on her boots, cloak and hood. Nenmîr jumped off her balcony-which wasn't far off the ground- and landed gracefully on her feet, her chamber was in the heart of the West wood. She ran through the trees, letting the warm wind pull her hood back, she finally reached her destination, a small stream.

Nenmîr stepped up to the edge of it and sat cross legged next to the water, she began singing softly in the elven tongue. She began gesturing over the water with her hands, it glittered and whirled around, she lifted up her hands and the water followed, creating a small fountain. She let go and the water stayed obediently in its place, "Daro" she told it ad it fell back onto the stream with a small splash. "Luin," she whispered and the water turned orange in colour, "Celeb," again it changed to silver and when she whispered "glor" it turned pale gold, she whispered "Sîr" and it turned back to a normal stream.

Nenmîr got to her feet and looked around; there was nobody there to hear the stream gurgle back, "The Tûr Nenmîr" (the master water jewel).

Nenmîr walked on the moonlight bathed ground back to her chambers and settled down. She lay next to Beren who rolled onto his stomach and snorted. She knew there was more to life than this safe freedom, and it was that part was missing from her heart. Maybe this quest would indeed be the missing piece.