A/N: Run for your lives, ladies and gents! I give you the second part of the unnamed trilogy concerning a certain young woman who was dropped into Middle-Earth armed only with a shotgun and a little sister. For those of you that haven't read the last one I highly suggest you go read it or else you will not know what's going on this story.

I know those of you who have read Behind Her Eyes are incredibly angry with me for leaving our young heroine where we did but I will make up for it.

××Nicolette's POV××

As rain pelted my office window I was currently typing away furiously on the layout I should've gotten done several hours ago.

Evanescence blasted in my ears as I saved the hunk of code into a file and uploaded it onto my website to be sent to what's his face early tomorrow.

Suddenly my computer screen went blank. Dang power is out. Cursing under my breath, I swiveled my chair around grabbed my flashlight and began to read my latest library find.

I heard a door somewhere in my house open and shut and two little socked feet thudded heavily on the hardwood floor as a certain child ran to my office.

"Mommy, I'm scared!" Ithilwen, my four year-old little girl cried as she leapt into my lap.

I smiled, "There's nothing to be scared about, the power went out; that's all." Smoothing her wavy deep brown, almost black, locks, I gently kissed her on the cheek and carried her back to her bedroom and tucked her back into the covers.

"Night, sleep tight," I whispered as I patted the covers.

Ithilwen looked up at me with wide-eyes, "Momma, can sleep in your bed tonight?"

I smiled at her dependency on me, "Sure, babe. If you're good you can stay up late and we'll play a card game."

Ithilwen flashed me a brilliant smile much like her father's and darted into my bedroom.

With a roll of my eyes I followed after her, grabbing a deck of cards and a lighter I shut the door behind me and flopped onto my bed beside my daughter.

"'Kay, name your game, girly," I said, shuffling the cards.

Her face became serious, "Go Fish!" She said dramatically with a toss of her hair.

As her hair tossed I glimpsed her perfectly pointed ears, a constant reminder to me of her father.

For her father was no ordinary mortal.

Her father was Legolas Thranduilion, Prince of Mirkwood.

It still made my heart feel raw to think of him.

He was the reason I had to support a daughter on such a meager salary as working at a bookstore and several Internet stores could provide.

Also the reason why I had two twin scars on my wrists.

I don't think I'll ever forget that night.

Desperate attempts to cope with both the loss of my little sister and the loss of my one and only love had failed I had finally decided to slit my wrists.

After I had passed out my best friend, Cecilia had found me in my bathtub and rushed me to the hospital.

When I came to, I was in a hospital room hooked up to an IV. Soon afterwards I was informed I was pregnant.

A touching story I know, but it seemed that fate did not smile on me.

Scratch that, fate didn't just not smile upon me. It yelled at me and smacked me around for no reason.

"Mom?" Ithilwen snapped her fingers in my face; "Are you still among us?" She said with a laugh.
Do I really need to even bother answering that?

"Yeah, sorry. You know how I do that sometimes," I said with a feeble grin and began to deal the cards.

××Ø××

The next morning, after checking on Ithilwen and making sure the babysitter arrived I hopped into my beat-up Jeep and headed to work.

Traffic was surprisingly good so I got to work early enough to have a cup of coffee and have my boss, Tony "Tiny" Jenkins yell at me.

When I entered the small, but pleasant bookshop, Ally, Tony's teenage daughter, a total valley girl, flag me down.

"Some guy left a note for you, you just missed him!" Ally said, digging into her purse and producing an envelope with various runes written on it that I had no understanding of.

I raised an eyebrow, "Did he say who his name was?"

Ally closed her eyes and thought for a moment, "No, but oh my God! You should've seen him! What a total babe! He was like the hottest guy I have ever seen! With those soulful blue eyes, I mean you could tell his brain was behind them going eighty miles an hour! And that hair! It was like ebony! And so long, too!"

I rolled my eyes at her incessant tittering, "Thanks." Plopping down on a stool behind the check-out counter I tore the envelope open and read the following:

Melleth Nîn,


She'll not be hit with Cupid's arrow; she hath Diane's wit;
And, in strong proof of chastity well armed,
From love's weak childish bow she lives unharmed.
She will not stay the siege of loving terms,
Nor bide the encounter of assailing eyes,
Nor on her lap to saint-seducing gold:
O, she is rich in beauty, only poor,
That when she dies with beauty dies her store.
She hath sworn she will live in chaste,

And in that sparing makes huge waste,
For beauty starved with her severity
Cuts beauty off from all posterity.
She is too fair, too wise, wisely too fair,
To merit bliss by making me despair:
She hath forsworn to love, and in that vow
Do I live dead that live to tell it now.

Legolas

"Oh dear God…" I murmered, dropping the letter.

At that moment Cecilia had walked in, "Hey, what's the matter? You look like you've seen a ghost."

Trying to maintain my composure, I smiled, "Nah, just the phone bill."

"Yeah, Sprint can be a bit of a bitch," She said with sympathy.

I laughed nervously; quickly snatching the letter I stuffed it into my pocket and attempted to maintain a sense of normalcy the rest of the day.

As if that was going to happen…

A/N: All right kiddies! Sorry for the shortness of the first chapter but I'll start lengthening them don't worry. And that letter from Legolas is a part of the Shakespearean play, Romeo and Juliet. It seemed fitting and will become more so as I continue the story.