2,864 years later (19 yeni or 'elven' years)
Irime sat in her room, the world was spinning too fast and everything seemed far too familiar. Legolas was leaving her to go on a quest from which he would probably never return, leaving her alone in Rivendell with no one to comfort her. He left to destroy the Ring of Power in Mount Doom with the rest of the Nine Walkers. She prayed that the Valar would lead him on a safe path and bring him home to her.
Irime choked back sobs as she stood at her window, staring out into the early morning mists. It was just like the day Elrohir had left her, just this time Legolas was more than a friend. How could she survive not knowing where her beloved was? Things weren't supposed to go this way, Legolas was not supposed to leave her, but he was.
"Irime?" Legolas said softly as he stepped into her room. The Prince felt his heart tear at the sight of her crying. "What is the matter, meleth nin?"
Stubbornly she wiped away her tears, "Nothing Legolas."
He smiled and pulled her into a tight embrace, "Something bothers you, I know it."
"I do not wish for you to leave on this quest."
He stroked her dark hair, "I do not want to leave you, but the fate of the world rests with one hobbit, I think it is wise for someone of intelligence to go on this quest." His remark caused her to laugh.
"Then you must go." she said sadly.
"Aye, that I must." he held her an arm's length away from him, "You will be fine."
She sighed, "And I hope you will be too, Legolas Thranduilion."
The Prince drew her closer to him and looked at her sorrowfully. "Understand, Irime, I do not wish to leave you."
"I know."
"Good." he pulled her against him and their lips met in a passionate kiss. She entwined her fingers in his golden hair as things became more fiery. He trailed kisses down her neck and ran his tongue along the sensitive edge of her pointed ear. "I love you, Irime." he said as he gently pulled her sleeve down, exposing her shoulder.
Then suddenly Aragorn opened the door, "Legolas . . . ." he trailed off. "Um . . . the Fellowship is getting ready to depart." Then the mortal gently closed the door, he too understood the meaning of leaving a loved one behind, with that thought he went to find Arwen.
Irime did not watch Legolas leave, for the thought alone was too painful for her. Instead she sat in her room; she felt miserable. She heard a knock on the door, more than likely it was Arwen. "Come in." she said as she wiped away the tears on her face.
A tall Elf walked in, he had raven hair and silver eyes. Despite herself, Irime had to admit that he was handsome.
He bowed, "Lady Irime, it has been a long time since I last saw you."
"Lord, may I ask who you are?"
He laughed cordially, "It is I, Elladan."
For a brief moment all of her sadness disappeared, "Elladan?" She cried, leaping up from her bed and embracing the Elf. "I cannot believe it is you!"
"Look at you, you have changed."
"As have you, mellon nin. How did you know I was here?"
He looked down at the floor, seeming to think of what to say, but then he made up his mind. "I came to see my father and he told me that you were missing your beloved Prince, so I decided that it was good of me, so wonderful as I am, to come up and see you."
She smiled, "Where is your brother?"
Author's note: for those who read the original- this all seems like I hardly changed it- but the later chapters are very different. Please review!