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Chapter 5

She felt the strong support on her back lessen, a cool chill wind filling the space where Elladan's hand had previously been. Leaning her weight on Zenith's shoulder Evelyn turned her head to see what caused her friend to leave her side. What she saw made her heart swell, and her frustration at his absence melt away. Elladan was wrapped in a warm embrace with another of the party, which she had to guess was his brother, Elrohir. Although covered in dirt and grime, the silky black hair, pale skin, and clothing gave him away. Even without seeing his face she knew she was looking at the spitting image of Elladan.

When they broke apart, Elladan returned her smile, as if he knew she had been watching. He probably had come to think of it, he unfortunately usually knew just about everything. Cutting his eyes back to his brother he whispered something she could not hear in his ear before returning to her side, leaving Elrohir to watch them curiously.

"How are you?" he whispered in elvish, so no one would overhear them. Of course most of the group had been pulled away from them in the excitement over their return and the destruction of Sauron. However, some eyes of the crowd still looked their way.

Evelyn met his gaze, giving her reply in elvish as well, "I think that I need to sit down, and soon."

He nodded, wrapping his arm around her waist. As he did so he could feel her body shaking in its effort to stay upright. "Relax." He told her, dipping down ever so slightly. As he stood straight again, he tightened his grip around her, practically lifting her off the ground. "Just move your feet as if you were walking with me, no one shall be the wiser." A small gasp escaped her lips, Elladan taking her off guard.

"Zenith, what about Zenith?" She suddenly questioned, in a slight panic, looking back at her horse who was starting to get agitated and nervous at her departure, when a tall, slim, figure with dark hair stepped by her side, placing a calming hand on her neck— Elrohir.

"It is taken care of. Let me get you back." He smiled at her and half carried her back to her quarters.

Once back in her room, he sat her in the chair. The relief that flooded through her body as the pain of her effort started to wear off was amazing. Evelyn let out a sigh of relief and leaned back in the chair, letting her head fall back. She was exhausted. Oh how nice a nap would be right about now, she could picture herself now, curling up in her nice warm bed and sleeping the day away. But no, she would do her best to stay awake. There was a chance she could see her friends again, they may stop by, and she wanted to make sure she was awake to see them if that be the case.

"I shall get you some water." Elladan stated, breaking her thoughts.

"What?" she sputtered at first as her brain worked to catch up, "oh, yes, water, thank you."

She did not see him walk out, she had returned to stare out the window, watching the hoards of people start to disperse from the gathering. She wandered what her friends were doing at the moment, where they were being ushered to. When would she get to see them?

A creak in the doorway let her know Elladan had returned. She had to admit, she was quite parched. When she did not hear him make any further movements she called out softly, "You can just place the water on the table thanks."

Still silence, slowly she turned her head curious as to Elladan's silence, but her words froze in her throat. It was not Elladan that was standing in her doorway. Evelyn found herself starring wide eyed and open mouthed at Legolas.

He crossed the room in what seemed like two steps, kneeling in front of her. His calloused hands cupped her face, his thumb lightly tracing the outline of the wound across her cheek, his piercing blue eyes taking in every inch of her. If she felt bare and exposed in front of Lady Galadriel, it was nothing to this. Then his eyes locked on her. There were so many pent up emotions she saw there. Pain and sorrow, anger and hate, but there was also joy, and so many others she could not discern, they changed so rapidly. But his words said it all.

"You came back." His voice was hoarse, and strained as he forced the words out, a slightly strangled noise emitted from his throat as if her was holding back more.

"I chose to come back." She whispered, unable to remove her eyes from the intensity of his gaze. She watched the flash of confusion and curiosity cross his gaze, but all thoughts of that quickly left her mind because she found herself roughly pulled towards the Elven prince and his lips pressed firmly against her own.

It was like no other kissed she had previously had. It was not the sweet seductive kiss one imagines from all the romance novels, no, this kiss was rough, filled with more emotion, as if all his soul was poured into it. All thoughts fled from her mind, all she knew was his lips on hers, the warmth of them spreading through her body, lighting it on fire. Every nerve ending she had was being awoken and was tingling. She found herself responding to his kiss without conscious thought. Then as soon as it started it stopped. The welcoming pressure of his lips were gone and in their place, a chill breeze. He was up and back out the door as quick as he came, leaving her speechless.

Elladan just happened to make his presence at that precise moment, casting a curious glance at Legolas' retreating form and Evelyn's stunned expression. "I brought your water.' He told her, not sure what else to say, as clearly something had passed between the two.

Finally making herself raise her eyes to his she replied, "I think I'm going to need something stronger than water."

The liquid Elladan brought her burned as she forced it down her throat, she felt it hit her stomach hard, but it warmed her, cleared her mind. She was not sure what it was, and she did not plan to ask. The elf watched her with a raised eyebrow.

"What?" She questioned, noticing his stare.

"Most women are not so adept at drinking from what I have seen."

"You have never been Ireland," She laughed, "Everyone drinks, women included."

"Clearly you have mastered the art."

She shot him a glare, "I take offense to that. For your information, I rarely drank, only for special occasions."

"And this is a special occasion?" he pried, watching her face blanch.

It took just a minute to be able to compose herself, granted she had set herself up perfectly for that one. "Of course, our friends have returned, and Sauron defeated."

"Oh that is a celebration indeed, one that we will celebrate very shortly and in due fashion. However, I am referring to a certain occasion with a blond elf." He smirked watching the red streaks of embarrassment creep up her face.

"There is nothing to concern yourself with there, I can assure you." Evelyn stated mater of factly, wanting the subject to come to a close. No one was going to learn of that kiss if she had anything to do with it.

"If you insist, though from the looks of things, I believe you are lying." Luckily he was elf, and easily ducked the hefty pillow that the woman threw at his head, which he had to admit, she threw rather strongly. Elladan was glad it did not hit him. He gave a hearty laugh. "I think on that note, I will leave you for awhile."

Even though Elladan had infuriated her, and drove her crazy, she missed him as the silence permeated around her. She could still hear the bustle of the crowd below, but the hall outside her room remained silent other than the occasional creak of a servant or healer passing through. Though each time she heard them, Evelyn eagerly awaited her door to open, only to be disappointed.

It seemed like hours that passed as she continued to watch the people mill about in the stone city. Most had now left to go about their normal day. She assumed the important people of the city were in the throne hall with the fellowship. A sharp pain shot through her head, she saw pictures of the throne room, saw her friends gathered around a table, plotting their strike on the dark lord. And then it was gone. Evelyn was really getting tired of the flash backs from her time in Valinor. When she thought about it, she was tired of a lot of her memories at the moment. But she pushed those thoughts from her mind.

She heard the tell-tell creak of one of the workers passing by, she did not even let herself get excited this time, she would be spending her evening alone she was sure. Elladan would be with his brother, Eowyn with her brother, and the rest, well there was no telling, but if they had thought to come she her, she was sure it would be before now, the sun had been down a few hours now.

The creaking stopped, just as she suspected it would, however, a knock sounded against her door, jarring her from her depressing thoughts. "Who is it?" She questioned, surprised at the visitor.

"It is Gandalf, my dear." The soft familiar voice replied from the other side.

She was so tempted just to tell him the door was unlocked, but she needed to make herself move, keep her joints mobile and working. Sitting on her butt would not help with that. With some effort, she pushed herself up to a standing position, leaning just for a moment on the small table. Taking a deep breath and ignoring the pain in her sore muscles, she walked gingerly to the door, and pulled it open on squeaky hinges. She smiled genuinely at the old wizard in front of her.

Stepping out of the doorway she let him in the room. He walked to the table, pulling out a chair for her. It was good to see another of her friends. He was no longer grim covered and dirty. He was robed in clean white linens and his beard was cleaned of knots and debris.

"Sit, sit my dear. I have a servant bringing up some fruits and cheeses and a nice selection of wine. I take it you have not had supper?" HE questioned and when she shook her head he smiled and continued, "Good, good, for I believe there is much you wish to speak to me about."

Evelyn dropped her mouth open, and then closed it. Of course he would know, he was one of the Maiar. And then before she could reply, good to his word, two servants walked in carrying the array of food and drink. Gandalf took it upon himself to fix them both a small plate and glass of wine. "Now my dear, where shall we begin?"

She did the only thing she could do, she started at the beginning. She left out the parts of her torture; she could not bring herself to face it just yet, so she skipped to the part of waking in Nienna's halls. How long this all took, she was not sure but it seemed to fly by. Only the amount of wine left told her otherwise. They had both had their fair share of the drought.

"People are out there celebrating a hard won peace against Sauron, but there is darkness I feel Gandalf, that lingers—something in the back of mind ever since my visits to Valinor. It had to have taken much energy and work on their part to send me back. So why give me a choice? Why want to send me back?

It does not make sense. They sent you back for a reason—your task was not completed—which means, neither is mine. What is lurking in the shadows? That is was worries me."

Looking up at the wizened wizard, she saw the concern written in the wrinkles on his face, his brows furrowed together in thought. The worry, and maybe even fear, see saw in them confirmed her own fears were not founded for nothing. If this was not news to Gandalf, her coming back was founded for reasons larger than her own. The Valar still had a purpose for her here, and she did not think there was any good that would come from it for the future of Middle Earth.

"There is much I have to think on, and questions I must answer. I must leave you for now my dear. Try and get some rest, you are weary." And with that he strode out the room with remarkable grace and speed for an old man, leaving Evelyn to her thoughts.

At some point she made it to her bed, though she did not remember getting herself there. She laid on her side, still fully dressed and on top the covers as she watched the flames in her fireplace dance in the cool night air, random candles were lit on the shelves and tables in the room. Since her confinement, she could not go without light of some kind in her room.

Ever so slowly her eyelids became heavy, and she drifted off to sleep, random images flashing through her mind, her mind not able to focus on one aspect to form a dream, she probably had the wine and Elladan's concoction to thank for that. Then she knew nothing but blackness.

Some hours later, her eyes fluttered opened. At first she did not register the darkness that surrounded her; still groggy from her alcohol induced sleep. It took a moment for Evelyn to realize the darkness was not her sleep lingering, but that she was in actual darkness. She was not sure when the panic set in or her screams, it all seemed to happen simultaneously. All she knew was that she had to find her way out. Tumbling off the bed, losing all sense of direction, Evelyn crawled on hands and knees trying to find light and a way out.

Doors to her left burst open, a flicker of candle light accompanying the bang as the wood door hit the stone wall. Strong hands gripped her around the waist, hoisting her off the floor, though she still kicked and screamed. She saw the Easterlings snatching her from her cage. The fear of the pain she knew she was about to receive coursed through her veins, and she fought her captures with all she had.

"Get that fireplace lit!" A voice rang in her ear. Somewhere in the back of her mind she knew it was familiar but the fear was still overpowering, and she could not break herself away from the panic. The grip that held her never lessened.

Ever so slowly, light began creeping into her vision as the fire in the hearth began springing to life. The familiar walls and furnishings of her room began permeating her vision and she struggled to take in her surroundings. Her fighting grew calmer, though she still struggled. With one well placed elbow, she heard the stranger who had her grunt in pain, but she was still stuck in his grasp.

A smell of wood and forest drew her attention next. It was close, wrapped all around her. 'I know that smell,' she thought to herself, 'where do I know that smell from?' she questioned in her mind. Then she ceased all movement as quickly as she started, her eyes growing wide. Legolas.

Turning her head to take in her surroundings she saw her room in Gondor, saw Gandalf beside her now burning fireplace, the curious heads of the rest of the fellowship in the doorway, leaving Legolas to be directly behind her holding her flaying form. As her reality sank in, she vaguely heard someone telling everyone to clear the room, heard the door shut, and then silence. As the silence hit her so did her sobs. For the first time since awakening, she relieved the pain and terror of her torture, and her mind left her no choice but to let it all out. Evelyn let herself collapse against Legolas' chest.

The elf prince took it all in stride, though he felt very far from his comfort zone, holding the crumpled form of the woman. Walking to chaise at the end of her bed he sat them both down and wrapped his arms around her, letting her cry. He would worry about what came next when she stop. For now, he did his best to offered comfort and support, and Evelyn cried into his shoulder as her gently stroked her hair and back.