A/N: I haff returned! Alas, and with heartbreak. So I shall vent all of my negative energy onto my story and hope I come up with a Moonlight Sonata of some sort. Afterall, Behtoven wrote his best when he was angry. So perhaps I shall make something good enough to impress you all.

I stared at Legolas with horror, "I'm already angry enough about the fact that you even thought about letting our daughter do this. But that you would wait to tell me until we were almost about to leave is both shocking and infuriating!"

Legolas tried to reach for me but I didn't let him. Legolas sighed, "Calm down, Melleth--" He began but I didn't let him finish.

"No I will not calm down, damn you! How could you do this? All of our memories combined would break Ithilwen! She's four, which is delicate enough, but she's also half-elven which opens up a whole new realm of pain!"

Legolas sighed, pain evident in his posture, "You really think I would let her go through that? I'm surprised, Nicolette, and hurt. I would never let Ithilwen experience one ounce of the pain you, I or Aragorn have felt. Galadriel said that it is possible that we could do this without her experiencing the pain we have felt."

I sighed gustily, "Elaborate, please," I said weakly.

"Do you know why she experiences the pain yet you or I do not?" Legolas asked me with calmness that I had once found attractive and I now felt nothing but contempt for.

"Do you?" I asked with obvious venom.

Legolas gave me a wounded look, "Because we are traveling through different dimensions. The actual fourth dimension is where Arda is located. And whenever we are travelling through the dimensions, history is being bent and warped. As an elf, everything comes in quick flashes of color and sound, too fast or garbled for one to discern. So I feel no pain. With a human everything is slow and hazy, but if one combines them..."

"You get the actual speed," I said, finishing the sentance, dazedly.

"Precisely. But what if I said there was another way?" Legolas said.

Nicolette smirked, "I'd tell you to get on with it!"

"Venom, I sense in you, young Jedi," Aragorn said sarcastically from the doorway.

I stared at him open-mouthed, "When the hell did you watch Star Wars?"

Aragorn shook his head, "Read the books."

I shook my head and turned back to Legolas, "Continue."
"I brought a different set of talismans. These literally rewrite history. Though you will lose all memory of the past five years on Earth will be erased. You will only have distorted images and memories."

I put my head in my hands, "Damn!" I turned to Legolas, "I need some time to think. Give me three hours."

Legolas wrapped his arms about me, I stiffened but allowed it, "Melleth Nin, anything for you." He kissed me on the cheek.

Curse my weakness for sexy Elves...that happen to be my husband...

"Thank you," I mumbled returning the kiss. I went downstairs to my office and pulled on my boxing gloves. What was I going to do? I was going to beat my punching bag that stood in the corner, witless.

I pulled my hand back and landed a blow to the bag that sent it spinning to the wall. I hit it again, grunting and kicking at it. I didn't notice that I was being watched by two pairs of eyes.

Finally, I collapsed against the punching bag, panting, I pulled off the gloves with my teeth and tossed them to the floor. I felt better and my thoughts were clearer, though I would miss my friends and the good (and bad) memories I had experienced these past few years. But the welfare of my daughter was infinitely more precious to me.

I turned to see Aragorn and Legolas sitting side by side on the stairs; compassion in their expressions.

"Quit staring at me like that," I muttered darkly, "Where are the time talismans? I need to go wake-up Ithilwen, whatever you need to bring with you to Middle-Earth, grab it. 'Cause we're getting out of here!"

Legolas smiled, Aragorn smirked.

"Wake-up, baby, we need to leave," I cooed into her ear. Shaking her little frame slightly.

Ithilwen stirred and pulled her quilt over her head.

"No, no, you gotta get up!" I said with more insistents, wrapping the quilt about my daughter and carrying her to the living room where Aragorn was fiddling with the talisman.

Ithilwen curled against my chest, "I'm sleepy, Mommy, why did you wake me up?"

"You'll see, honey," I whispered into her ear.

Legolas smiled, "I'll take her."

I relinquished my valuable little bundle into my husband's arms. He handed me a golden necklace, a charm hung about it was in the shape of one of the Valar. I was unsure of which one.

"All you have to do is put it around your neck and the transition will begin. Once you start this, it can't be stopped, you know that, don't you?" Legolas asked me, his large green eyes filled with concern and love.

I smiled and kissed him passionately, "Yes, and for you I would go anywhere and not take one look back." I hadn't really thought about this, but my home wasn't with my friends or my job--but with my family. With my husband and with my child. That concept was utterly new and foreign to me. But the more I thought about it the more truth it seemed to hold.

I reached for Aragorn's hand, then grabbed Legolas', "See you guys in paradise."

Aragorn smiled and poised the necklace over his head.

Legolas kissed Ithilwen on the forehead and said, "On the count of three, once, twice, thrice!" He was sitting down on the couch so he could put the necklace on with one hand and put one on Ithilwen at the same time.

I already had the necklace about my neck. My last images of earth were Legolas and Ithilwen disappearing in a flash of glowing blue smoke.

A/N: I'm really sorry about the shortness and all. Next chapter will be most definitely be better. And the wait will be shorter! That I give you my word of honor.