Well, I know this has been longer than usual to get up, but I wanted to get this chapter perfect before putting it up. You will know why when you read on. I have to thank my wife for helping me out with this chapter as well, it's because of her I've been able to get this out, so thanks Sophia love!

I have to say that, I won't be doing anymore updates until after Christmas now, so I can get the next few chapters for each story sorted out, as well as getting us sorted for Christmas and a few health issues I need to get sorted, such as my bad eye sight. Urgh, pain in the ass. So, I shall see you all in late December early Jan, hope you all have a Merry Christmas, Merry Yuletide, Happy Hanukkah and whatever else some of you may celebrate during the Christmas period!

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MajesticLunicorn – Yes, it is good. Those kind of stories sort of bug me where it's like, they meet someone and BAM they're in love. I like it when it's a steady sort of realization, and that's what I wanted to portray in Faron and Legolas's relationship. I'm glad that I have managed to get that.

And as for Faron. . .you will have to wait and find out, won't you?

The Eye of the Enemy

After many hours of trying and failing to get some rest, I dress in my tunic, leggings and boots, slipping on my cloak as I leave my room. Walking through the now empty golden hall, I notice Éowyn sleeping on a chaise lounge. I smile at this and check to see the fire still burning before leaving and stepping outside into the still night sky.

I look over at the houses before me and think about the people of Edoras. Now that the celebrations are finished, what now lie ahead for these people? What new heartache must they endure before they can fully find peace in the world once more? It is times like these where I truly curse the darkness and the dangers it brings to innocent lives. My father's own people, the burning of Dale, the Five Armies and now this. . .why must evil be allowed to endure and thrive while others suffer and live in fear?

"Faron?"

Turning my head slightly, I see Legolas walk over to me.

"What are you doing out here?"

"I could not get any rest, so I thought some fresh air might do me some good."

He looks to me for a moment. "And is it?"

I sigh as I turn away from him. "Not really." I walk to the left of the platform, leaning against the wall of the Golden Halls.

After a few moments, Legolas stands beside me. "What is wrong?"

I shake my head, a small smile on my lips. "Nothing. It's just me worrying too much, that is all."

He smiles as he places a comforting hand on my shoulder, which causes warmth and tingles to run down my spine. I manage to withhold my shiver as he speaks.

"You are a compassionate person. It is alright to worry. These are dark times we are living in and I am afraid it will only get darker until we can defeat it."

I nod as I look down with a sigh. "First Smaug, then Azog and now Saruman betraying the White Council. . .the only thing darker than those is the Eye, which is what I am afraid of the most. If the first three can do a small amount of damage, what could Sauron do on his own?"

After a moments silence, Legolas pulls me into a comforting embrace, which sends me to blush a little.

"Try not to worry too much about this, Faron. We can defeat this evil, and we will do it together."

I don't say anything to him as I feel my arms go up and wrap around his back. I try to calm my trembling and my raging heart, praying he doesn't feel it beating against him in our embrace. He then pulls away and gently take my upper arms as he talks.

"Faron, I know this is not the best time to talk about this, but I feel I have to say to this to you now, or I will never say it."

I look to him, curious as to what he has to say. "What is it?"

He looks down and takes a deep, shaky breath, which surprises me. I have never known the elven prince to be so nervous before. Even from when we first met, he always seemed such a confident person. He looks back up to me.

"I know we only reunited a few months ago, after being apart for so many years, but during that time, I could not stop thinking of you, wondering where you were, how you were doing and. . . how much I care for you."

I look up at him. "Care for me?"

He nods. "I truly did. . .I still do. Even though we did not see eye to eye with each other at first, but the brief time that we spent together in the dungeon and at Ravenhill, I knew that there was something there. A deep connection that I had never felt for any other before. And when I first heard you sing -"

I look away, blushing slightly. "You heard that?"

He smiles. "I did. You sang with so much passion about your home, it took my breath away."

I give a small smile before looking up at him him. "What are you trying to say exactly?"

He takes another deep breath. "What I am saying is, after I speak with either Aragorn or Gimli, would you be willing to enter a courtship with me?"

I blink. A courtship? Legolas wants to court me? Does this mean that Legolas feels the same way about me as I do for him.

"A courtship? Really?"

"Really, Faron. It has taken me a while to realise, but I have fallen in love with you."

My body seems to drop in relief for a moment as I smile wide. "Oh, Legolas. . .you have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say this."

He gives a hopeful smile as he takes my hands in his. "Does this mean you will accept?"

I nod with a huge smile. "It does. Just like you, I have known for such a long time that there was something there between us. Whether it started in the dungeons or later, I do not know. But I have always known of that connection. When we met again, it all hit me so hard like you, I was almost thrown back from the force. I love you also, Legolas. I have loved you for such a long time. I was just scared to admit it. Unlike you, I could not bring much to the relationship. You are a prince, I was just a lowly elf that was raised by dwarves. What could I have possibly given to you?"

He smiles and shakes his head before placing his right hand on my neck, his thumb gently caressing my cheek.

"You could never be a lowly anything to me. And as for your worry of bringing something into this relationship, you needn't have worried. You are all I need, you and your love. I do not require anything else."

I smile as I lean my head against his hand. "You have my love, Legolas. My love and more."

His smile widens as he leans his face closer, making my breathing hitch slightly. "I do hope Aragorn and Gimli will forgive me for this."

Before I can say anything more, the gap between us closes as his lips press against mine in a tender kiss. I give a sigh of contentment as he keeps his hand on my neck, his other arm wrapping around my waist to pull me closer. I wrap my own arms around his neck, deepening the kiss as I hear a sigh coming from Legolas.

For years, I have always imagined what this moment would be like, but I severely underestimated how it would be. Right now, it feels as though Legolas and I are the onle two people in existence and time is standing still, allowing us to rejoice in our moment. My body feels as though I am floating on air and I have no troubles at all. I also swear I could see some of Gandalf's fireworks somewhere.

We soon pull away for air and rests our foreheads against each other. I keep my eyes closed, a wide smile on my face as I feel Legolas's hands on the back of my neck.

"Do you remember when we first met?" I hear him ask, to which I have to giggle at as I look to him.

"Of course I do. I almost marked your pretty face with that arrow."

He grins. "Good thing too. You might have liked me less."

I smile and shake my head. "No. I would have liked you more. No matter how many scars you bear."

I can see a hint of surprise in his eyes at this. "You would?"

"Of course. In dwarven culture, scars are badges of honour. A testament to what they have been through. I myself bear a few scars, would you like me any less with them?"

He shakes his head. "No. Never." he places a quick kiss on my lips. "I could never love you less than I already do."

I smile as I rest my head on his chest as we hold one another, his chin on the top of my head. I suddenly let out a little giggle as I pull back.

"Oh, speaking of when we met. Do you remember that picture holder you took from that dwarf and called his son a goblin mutant?"

He nods after a second. "Yes. He said it was his wee lad, Gi-"

I laugh as his eyes widen slightly and looks to the Golden Halls where Gimli is sleeping.

"He does not know does he?"

"I do not know. I do not think he does."

"Hmm. Let us keep it that way, shall we?"

I giggle and nod as we turn to watch the sky as it brightens the closer to dawn it gets. I lay my head on his shoulder as he wraps his arm around my waist to hold me close. I hear footsteps come outside and Aragorn soon join us. I see his grin out of the corner of my eye, but he says nothing. . .for now. The three of us look toward Mordor.

"The stars are veiled. Something stirs in the East. A sleepless malice. The Eye of the enemy is moving."

Pippin wakes up and approaches a sleeping Gandalf.

"What are you doing? Pippin! Pippin?" Merry asks, making the hobbit jump.

As he turns to Gandalf, he jumps again as he sees the wizards eyes wide open. He is just sleeping, still mumbling away in his sleep. Pippin waves a hand over Gandalf's face to make sure. Pippin takes the Palantír from Gandalf, replacing the space in Gandalf's hands with a chamberpot.

"Pippin! Are you mad?" Merry asks.

Pippin ushers over to his sleep mat and kneels down. "I just want to look at it! Just one more time."

"Put it back!"

Pippin unwraps the stone.

"Pippin. No! Pippin!"

Pippin becomes affixed to the now glowing stone, which soon becomes the Eye.

Legolas and I both sense the Eye at the same time as we turn to look at Aragorn in horror.

"He is here!"

The three of us run inside.

"I see you!" Saruman says to Pippin.

Pippin, not able to drop the Palantir, has a tight grip on the stone and starts convulsing after dropping to the ground.

"Pippin! Help! Gandalf Help him! Someone help him!"

Gandalf jumps from his bed, wide awake as the door slams open.

We rush into the room to see everyone awake and staring at Pippin who is writhing in pain on the floor. Aragorn takes the Palantir and falls to his knees.

"Aragorn!" I shout out as Legolas takes hold of his shoulders.

Falling onto his side, the stone rolls from his hands and across the floor. Merry dodges out of his way before running to Pippin as Gandalf throws a sheet over it.

"Fool of a Took!"

Seeing there is no movement from Pippin, Gandalf rushes over, pushing a scared Merry out of the way and tends to the terrified hobbit. Aragorn, Legolas and I kneel beside Merry watching worriedly, with me putting my arms around him. After a few seconds, Pipping takes a deep intake of breath and starts panting heavily.

"Look at me." Gandalf says sternly.

"Gandalf! Forgive me!"

Pippin looks away.

"Look at me. What did you see?"

"A tree. . .there was a white tree in a courtyard of stone. . .it was dead. The city was burning."

I instantly think of Minas Tirith, as does Gandalf.

"Minas Tirith? Is that what you saw?"

"I saw. . .I saw Him! I could hear His voice in my head!"

"And what did you tell Him? Speak!"

"He asked me my name. I didn't answer."

"He hurt me!"

"What did you tell Him about Frodo and the Ring?"

Yay! Faron and Legolas are together at last! Finally realising their true feelings for each other! Eek! I'm so happy to finally have it out! Please keep your lovely reviews coming!