A/N: I want to thank all of you for being so patient. Many, many things have been going completly wrong in my life and I had NO desire at all to write let alone look at a pen for quite sometime. I'm praying that I can get through this story and not give up. Continue to read and give encouraging reviews and hopefully I'll feel the urge to write again.

They Are Coming

The essence of death clung to the air. It overwhelmed those who stood there to experience it. Such a sad event had taken place yet again and there was no time to mourn. Other things were at hand and lives hung in the balance. The three of them felt for Boromir but were forced to move on.

Amara could do nor say anything as she watched her brother, Legolas and Gimli put Boromir's body into one of the boats. Boromir's face had already taken an ashen color as if he had been dead for days instead of the few minutes he had been. She could no longer look at the sorrowful sight before her. Ever since her pet gold fish had died when she was five, she learned that death was something to fear, something to hate. No one could fight the fact that death was a part of life and it was something that was inevitable.

No matter how many action flicks she had seen during her teen years, they had not prepared her for the road ahead. This life she was now standing in was every bit of the essence of an action movie, yet it wasn't. Her life was reality and she would never one day wake up and find herself living her old life. The words she had once read were coming to life before her eyes. It scared her, what was happening.

Yet, she did not let it show. She did not let her moment of fear seep through so it would cover her eyes, leaving her blind to the task at hand. Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas sent the boat off into the water and slowly stepped back. The fallen son of Gondor drifted off, his hands clutching at his sword within the boat. In death, he had certain honorful look. Would things have been different had she reached them earlier?

There was a feeling she had that there was not a thing she could do to prevent his death. As the boat carrying Boromir's body took the uncontrollable trip down into raging water, Amara looked up at the sky as a single black bird flew over them. It let out a screeching caw that would have gone unnoticed to most people, but not to her. Its single caw suggested something to Amara that she simply could not ignore. The single bird had not flown across the sky for no imparticular reason. It had been sent and sent by the enemy.

A creepy feeling ran through her veins serving as a warning. Her mouth felt dry as the realization hit her like a ton of bricks. Frodo was not with them and in fact had gone in his own path. This bird was sent for her. Past all of its black feathers there lied a black heart and undying devotion to one.

"W-we have to go." She stuttered out, hating to ruin the silent moment dedicated to Boromir. Whatever was coming for her she did not want to risk the lives of others. This was her problem and it needn't be anyone else's. If they all just kept moving towards where Merry and Pippin were going, she should be able to evade whatever was coming for her.

Her words went on deaf ears.

Being cautious, Aragorn raised his sword to who could have been his own flesh and blood. He never envisioned himself being in this situation at all. What or who that stood before him could have been an evil plot sent by the opposing side. The woman certainly appeared as Amara but appearance could be fickle. Was there anyway that he could be sure that this was his sister and not the enemy?

Gimili too had his weapon at the ready. It pained him to have to behave in such a nature, but none of them could really be sure could they? Not even the elf could tell. It could never hurt to be safe. The stakes were too high at this point.

Legolas stood with Aragorn and Gimli but raised no weapon towards Amara. He simply couldn't. For sure, he knew it was her. As she looked at them with frustration and shock, he felt her in a way he was sure no one else did. He was rushed with the certain urge to unit himself with her, to feel her against him.

They had just cast Boromir's body away in a boat. The mood had changed so quickly from somber to a high powered tension. Amara couldn't believe that things had taken a turn like they did. This situation was suppose to happen to Gandalf not her. Why couldn't they tell that she was no enemy.

The caw of the bird only got louder in her ears. It sent more chills through her body.

"Why would those bone head Urk-Hai try to capture me and drag me back to their leader if I was evil," Amara motioned helplessly with her hands, trying to make a point.

"If you are Amara then prove you are her." The harsh eye of Aragorn weighed heavy on her. It was making her very uncomfortable. Perhaps, they were right in judging her so jarring. She could have been someone evil disguised as herself. It was a fair assumption.

"We don't have time for this. The enemy is coming."

Nothing in response. They were waiting for her to prove herself.

"How am I suppose to prove that this is me- I mean that I'm me. I mean that I'm who I say I am- I mean to say that- oh you know what I mean," said Amara frustrated. She put her hands on her hips, truly not knowing what she could do to prove that it was her. Had this been Earth, she just would have shown a student ID, her drivers license, Social Security card or some of her bills, but this was Middle Earth and things weren't that simple. She could let them know something that only Amara would know. But what?

Legolas stepped forward, knowing what to do. Like everyone else, there was seriousness written all over his face, but for him it was different. If she was in fact evil he wouldn't be dealing with someone or thing who had stolen the image of his sister or friend. He would be dealing with the image of the person who had become his life line.

"What is Saturday for?"

A look of confusion crossed Amara as she turned her attention to Legolas.

"What?"

Without hesitation he took an arrow from his quiver and notched it onto his bow string.

"Whoa! Hold up." Amara motioned frantically with her hands. Her brain had went blank for a split second. The bird kept knocking at the back of her thoughts but it had now long since flew by. Her brain, thankfully was now up and running now that the bird was gone.

"S-Saturdays are for cartoons and boat loads of Fruit Loops. Which I might add, Middle Earth has a lack there of."

"What was the name of your stuffed rabbit," Legolas asked.

"Aww, come on. You're gonna make me spill every personal semi embarrassing detail?"

Legolas moved not one inch. His frame was taunt and alert. One wrong answer from her would mean an arrow to the heart, an instant strike.

"Mr.Binky," Amara said with a huff. "My stuffed rabbit's name was Mr. Binky. I won second place in the battle of the bands in high school. I had maybe still have low self esteem. I suck at fighting, can't stand horror movies. My favorite song is Creep by Radiohead. I can watch hours of television on end if no one bothers me and," Amara lifted up the hem of her tunic. By now she was beyond patient. So beyond that point that it was indescribable.

"And I got these when Brad stabbed me a bunch of times."

A grotesque array of scars littered her stomach. Some were faint and others were not. She dropped her tunic and crossed her arms over her chest. The look on Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas' faces were a mixture of relief and sadness. She had given them all the proof they needed.

The lord of realization, if there was one, had came down and set his essence upon them. Through it all, their minds had become clouded and now the clouds were moving out, making room for the sun. For a brief second, things were at a stand still. No one said anything nor made a move. Time they could have used was being wasted.

"Have I proved that I'm me?"

Legolas slowly lowered his bow. He gave her a small smile. It was her. It was Amara.

Amara watched as the three in front of her put away their weapons. They were staring intently at her, their smiles glowing.

"Did you guys forget that I'm an empath?"

They all radiated with relief and happiness. It was almost overpowering. Amara took a few steps back as they stepped closer to her. This was either going to be a good thing or a bad thing. Right now she was not willing to take her chances.

They didn't have time for warm fuzzy hellos and pleasant chit chat. As of now, the enemy had the upper hand in it all. They should have been well on their way by now, trying to find Merry and Pippin. To her, their trail was cold and she could no longer sense their presense gracing her veins. She doubted whether or not they were in any real trouble, but she had to be sure just in case things didn't turn out like she wanted them to.

Gimli was the first to tackle her around the waste whimpering about how he thought she was gone for good.

"Come on Gimli...we don't have time...for this." She struggled to get free of the dwarven grip but she found that it was not happening.

"You never cease in surprising me, lass."

"She sure doesn't."

Amara looked up from Gimli to see Aragorn's smiling face looking at her. At the moment, she could not help but do the same. This was after all her brother and despite the seriousness she wanted to maintain in her features, he had a way with easing her emotions. Gimli let Amara go and stood aside so that Aragorn could embrace her. For the first time she felt it was great not to be dead.

"How are you alive? We saw you perish in darkness," Aragorn asked, holding her at arms length.

He surveyed the gleam in her azul eyes. Something was different but he could not mark it.

"I don't have time to explain it now. We should get going the en-"

Her sentence did not get to play itself out, for she was interrupted by Legolas. He had not moved an inch from where he stood. The smile he once had was gone and his face was wiped clean of emotion.

"There is something not quite right about you." Legolas said. He walked towards her and studied every part of her. Her skin, her face, eyes, nose, lips but still it wasn't as clear as he thought it was. She was more radiant than before and she was not quite herself. Amara looked up at Legolas.

"W-what do you mean," Gimli asked. He was clearly confused by what Legolas had said.

"She isn't the same." Legolas turned from her to face both Aragorn and Gilmli. Suddenly, Amara felt like Legolas was trying to get everyone to gang up on her. She felt like an outsider. Despite it all, she felt frustrated at the fact that things were not happening as quickly as she would have liked them to.

Aragorn looked at Legolas, his smile slowly fading away. This was when Amara intervened. "Yes, there is something different about me, but I can't explain it now. It's too complicated and would take up too much time. Can we go now, before the trail gets cold?" She bounded the way Merry and Pippin were carried off and then Legolas knew.

"Amara, you are...not an elf are you?" He spoke with uncertainty and his blue eyes were fillled with wonder.

Sighing, Amara turned around. It was unavoidable. That little aspect of her story would have to come out sooner or later and out of all people, Legolas would have figured things out.

"No...no Legolas I'm not an elf."

Aragorn tilted his head. "Amara what are you keeping from us?"

Not being able to look at any of them she opted for keeping her eyes on the ground. It was no big deal really she felt, but how was she suppose to explain it to them without sounding like a total freak? The only way to explain it was by being mature about it all. The more she beated around the bush, the more time was being wasted in following Merry and Pippin's trail. If something happened to them and it was because of her, she would never be able to forgive herself.

Things after all still had the chance of changing. Merry and Pippin could be questioned about her and if they did not answer something could happen to them. There was a world of possibilities that could happen. Dare she take a chance and let one of them play out? No, it was not in her nature to take such risks with others lives.

"I am- I mean I was graced with elven qualities by Aule so that I may over come the darkness that had held me captive on this plane."

"So, you mean you are not an elf?" Gimili asked the question with a high voice.

Amara shook her head. "Nope. I just have enough light, shall we say, in me to hold back that icky darkness." She finished with a bright smile.

The explanation was understandable, but did Legolas believe her? He stood in front of her so close that her smile vanished from her face. Aragorn picked up on something that Gimli, of course, had not. He looked down at the dwarf who was looking intently at the elf and woman. Lightly, he smacked the dwarf on his arm and told him to help gather the things from the boats that they would need.

"But I don't think the lass here is finished explaining-"

Aragorn gave Gimli a look that made him shut up. Then it dawned on him. His eyebrows rose and his eyes shifted to the couple before him. "Oh." It was all he said and followed Aragorn towards the boats.

Legolas studied the new light in Amara's eyes. He pushed a few stray hairs covering Amara's ears back. Her ears were not pointed and the curve of them looked as normal yet delicate as they had ever looked. Every part of her looked as if she had not once been dead. Amara stood before him as if nothing had ever happened.

"Legolas..."

"I love to hear you speak my name. It has been so long," he said with a small smile.

Inwardly, she smiled at the fact that it hadn't really been that long ago that she was dead, yet Legolas felt that it had.

"You and I both know that we haven't the time for this."

"Say my name once more," Legolas said, ignoring her comment.

Amara glanced at where Aragorn and Gimil were retrieving things from their boats. Legolas had asked her to say his name as if in confirmation that it was truly her. Before, Amara had wondered whether or not Legolas really was in fact in love with her or was he just infatuated with her for some weird reason. Now she was pretty sure that he did love her. Amara felt Legolas' fingers touch under her chin, bringing her face back to his.

"Will you say my name for me?"

His eyes sparkled, making Amara grin.

"Legolas," she whispered.

"Once more." The prince of Mirkwood's smile was spreading wider showing a dazzling array of teeth.

Smiling even brighter, all horrible things from her mind she said, "Legolas."

Not being able to hold back any longer, he kissed her full and deep on the lips. It was a kiss neither of them had experienced with anyone else before. It was powerful but soft and tender. At the moment nothing at all mattered. Both of them did not care that only a few feet away were Aragorn and Gimli pretending that the couple did not exist.

The kiss was something Legolas needed desperately. Days ago, things were not looking so bright for him. He felt like everything in his world had crumbled before him. All the women before that he had relations with just never fit with him and now that he had found Amara everything did feel like it fit. Once she had gone it felt like she had been ripped from the puzzle that was him and everything had fallen apart.

As the woman he loved let him explore the wonders of her mouth, he knew what the lady Galadriel had meant by her words. Despite the collection of horrible that walked Middle Earth, there was a spark of happiness that could not be over powered. Amara had found her way back to him and nothing could take her away. The old him was cast into the past never to return. Amara made him a new person and that was not at all hard to see.

Gimli grunted as he put the last of the supplies in his pack. The dwarf let out an unrecognizable noise as he spied Amara and Legolas. Filled with embarrassment and a turning stomach he walked over to Aragorn who was checking his knife.

"I think those two should be separated before they suffocate. They are no use to us dead!" Gimli looked back once more before looking to Aragorn.

Aragorn smiled. He looked at Amara and Legolas as they embraced. It made him recall himself and Arwen. As much as he thought the idea of his sister and Legolas was wondrous, he could not help but hear that tiny voice in the back of his mind telling him that it was not right. Amara, like himself, would eventually have to pass and it would leave Legolas to wallow the world in grief.

It was a big reason he wished Arwen would forget about him. He did not want her to follow in his path of the dead. Talking to Legolas or Amara about this would be a useless thing so he thought it best to mind his own affairs.

"Give them a minute," Aragorn chuckled. "Legolas deserves it." He went ahead and continued to check his knife.

Gimli had now become strangely interested in Legolas and Amara. Wondering how long they could stay in such passion without falling out, he tilted his head. It was almost hypnotizing.

Aragorn let a minute pass that should have been filled with quick strides toward the foul creatures that held Merry and Pippin captive. The ranger sheathed his knife and cleared his throat rather loudly.

"Legolas, Amara we must be moving now."

Just to see Legolas had made her heart flutter but tasting him set her on fire. His lips were so soft against her own and his tongue was warm and inviting. The world around herself could have disappeared and she would not have noticed at all as long as she had Legolas with her. Never before had she felt so wanted and loved. So, when Aragorn's voice floated back to them she was not too pleased. Duty called though and it was much greater than what she and Legolas shared at the moment.

Amara pulled away from Legolas and gave him a smirk. "Come on, Middle Earth awaits us."

Legolas could do nothing more but beam and follow behind Amara.

The single black bird landed on the sill of a window and let out an aberrant call. Its master quickly responded to its call. A pale hand picked up the bird and stroked it tenderly.

"What news have you for master?"

Grima Wormtongue looked on at the bird. His pale completion made him appear ill and not at all healthy. Hard he studied the bird as the creature's head moved back and fourth almost rhythmically. When the bird flew from Grima's hand, he had heard all that he needed to hear. He paced the cold room he was in whilst he rung his hands together. This meant that he was in deep thought, so deep that he could not contain them within his head.

"So it is true. There is such a thing as an empath."

"Did you doubt my words?" A voice spoke back to Grima in his head.

Quickly, he shook his head. "No, not at all. This would be great for our side. An empath and in the form of a lovely woman! Think of the things she would be able to sense and tell us."

"Which is why it is important to find her. I have already sent an army out in hopes of her capture. In case I do not get a hold of her first, should she come your way, isolate her before she senses your motives."

"Yes my lord," Grima spoke wickedly.

"She fell to darkness once, surely she can do it once more."

It was truly as if she had not left. No one could tell that there was a change in her other than the glow she had. Calmly she ran forward, side by side with Aragorn. Quietly she ran her eyes forward and a bit scrunched due to the setting sun being so big. Her thoughts were light and not serious at all, them being that she wished Middle Earth had sunglasses.

Her ponytail was tossed from side to side in the slight breeze. It sort of got on her nerves but she pushed the feeling aside to focus on sensing Merry and Pippin. To her their trail had gone cold, so at the moment they were all relying on Aragorn's excellent skills as a hunter and tracker. Had she been the old Amara, by now she would have tired but there was nothing but energy left in her. It was like being a little kid again and running on nothing but pure energy.

Between the four of them, nothing was really said except Gimli's constant complaining about how fast they were running and taking no breaks. The dwarf only lagged behind a small bit. Amara would have laughed and laughed heartily had she felt like laughing. Everything in her body had told her it was inappropriate to do so and that she had to focus on the task at hand. When had she turned into such an adult all of a sudden?

Perhaps, carrying the knowledge that she could be endangering her friends just by gracing them with her presence made her feel adultish. Again, the thought of anything happening to anyone of them being hurt because of her crossed her mind. It was stupid really to keep thinking that one thought over and over again. It was such a distraction and distractions were not something she needed at the moment. Casting a glance back at Gimli, she couldn't help but smirk.

"Perhaps we should slow down a bit? You know for dwarf dude back there," she told Aragorn.

"Slowing down is something we can not afford," said Aragorn.

A purely dark feeling streaked across Amara's mind. It lasted less than a split second but it still made her come to a stand still.

"What is it?"

Legolas had stopped running when he saw Amara come to a stop. Instantly concerned rushed into him even though he knew she could have stopped just to catch her breath. The worst of thoughts came to his mind and began to rip at him. Losing her again would the worst thing that could happen. It bypassed saving Middle Earth because what good would Middle Earth be without Amara?

It was completely selfish to think such a thing but it was what he felt.

Amara looked at him and smiled. "Nothing. Just catchin' my breath."

On her behalf it was a complete lie but that last thing she needed or wanted was to worry anyone.

"Are you sure," Legolas asked, placing a hand on her back.

Amara nodded then looked ahead. "Now even Gimli is ahead of us."

Without looking back at Legolas she began to run again. She did not have to be an empath to tell that he was worried for her. Aule did not put her back onto this world so she could spend every minute of every hour reassuring everyone that she was okay. The thing she had to do was going to get done. It was only the first day but she was desperate to make things progress.

Progression though would not come to them if they got no rest. Even though she felt like a battery on full charge it would do some good to stop for the night. Amara caught up to Aragorn.

"Aragorn, we must stop and...make camp."

No was his simple answer.

"It will do us no good to keep running. It'll only tire everybody out and make us move more slower."

Aragorn knew she was right. He looked down at her and saw the seriousness in her eyes. It made him slow his pace until it was a complete stop.

"Merry and Pippin will be found but in due time. I promise this." Amara stopped running and stood by her brother.

"The trail is cold isn't it?"

"Nothing is completely cold, Aragorn. As long as they're still breathing we'll find them because you have me to sniff them out."

Aragorn gave Amara a strange look.

"Never mind."

"Please tell me that we are stopping now," Gimli huffed.

Amara nodded and with that Gimli collapsed on the ground.

"So we continue the search tomorrow," Legolas said looking at Aragorn. He could tell that the ranger had not wanted to stop at all. Aragorn saw the logic though in Amara's words.

Aragorn scouted out a spot that was not so much in the open for all to see to set up camp. It was in the shoal of a small forest that you could hardly call a forest because there weren't many trees. The moon had begun to take the place of the sun, with its stars following. Even though a war was raging, it did not stop the sun or the moon from setting and falling on schedule. Nothing about nature could change, it would always stay the same.

Gimli and Legolas had set about finding fallen logs for a fire, Aragorn was setting out his bed roll and Amara had cast her pack away and was now dragging a finger in dry dirt. Every so often that the minutes passed, Aragorn spied Amara from the corner of his eye. To him, she seemed deep in thought. Her brows were curved in the way that exposed her to the world as being lost in her thoughts. Amara apparently was the type who thought a lot about things. He was about to ask her what she was thinking of when she spoke to him.

"Do you remember her?"

Abandoning his bed roll he came to sit next to Amara. "Remember who?"

"Our mother, do you remember her?"

Aragorn rubbed his forehead. It was an important question that he could do nothing but answer truthfully.

"Not very well, no. From what I do recall she was beautiful and kind, very kind."

Amara had thought on what Brittany had said to her before she ghosted out. She said that she had met Amara's real parents. It made Amara all the more curious about them now that she thought about it. She looked at Aragorn's rugged but handsome face wishing that he could give her answers.

"Lord Elrond spoke of one story about her to me when I was much younger. She had come to visit Rivendell without giving much detail to our father."

Amara hugged her knees while listening to Aragorn. Finally she was hearing something about her mother.

"This apparently happened before I was born."

"Surely he will have to understand my need to escape that retched place. it is beautiful and everything but I need a change for awhile."

Elrond looked at the women before him as she sipped at her tea. Her dark hair was tied loosely behind her head and dirt was smudged here and there on her sun kissed skin. She looked hardly like a lady of Gondor in riding pants and a loose fitting tunic.

"I understand that Gilraen my dear, but you should not leave Gondor for such a long time without telling anyone." Elrond was giving her a stern look. Even though he loved when she visited his home, he did not want her to risk her life in the process.

"But Elrond, I did make my absence known. I left my husband a note. I even put it in a place he would be sure to find it."

"Where," Elrond dared to ask.

"Why, on our bed. Sooner or later he shall stumble into our room from a tiring day of ordering others around and," Gilraen acted out writing with her hand that wasn't holding her tea cup. "Signing his name to important parchments and find the note."

"How many days did it take you to ride here?"

"Only three. I rode hard without stopping and yet I find myself not tired at all."

Gilraen took another sip of the sweet tea to avoid looking at Elrond who she knew was giving her one of his famous disapproving looks. A noise reached the balcony that they were on. Gilraen recognized it as the sound of horses. She put her tea cup down and stood to see who it was. Visibly she paled and turned to Elrond.

"Well I think my stay here as been much worn out. I shall get out of your hair so to speak."

"You only just got here a few hours ago. What is it," Elrond asked. He stood at looked over the balcony and saw what had spooked Gilraen so much.

"Lord Elrond!" Arathorn called up to him and bowed. Behind him was his party all looking thoroughly weary. "My wife, has she reached you yet?"

Elrond looked back but Gilraen was gone.

"Father had to chase her all around the palace just to get her back. Elrond said that they had the entire palace in an uproar. It was their last visit to Rivendell before things began to get...bad."

Amara had listened to the short story with utmost interest. Boy, she would have loved to have grown up in a loving family like that. She would trade anything for just one minute with her parents and she was sure Aragorn would have too.

"They loved us, you know that and they still continue to," Aragorn whispered to her.

Faintly, Amara smiled and nodded her head.

"AHH! Watch it you blasted elf!" Gimli had scorned Legolas for starting the fire when he was still arranging the bits of wood. Legolas laughed as the flame danced and began to leap up. He was in a much better mood than he had been before. Anyone who had saw him after Amara had died could attest to it.

The interruption made Aragorn and Amara look back. Aragorn ruffled his sister's hair before standing. Amara was not in the mood to get up so she went back to pulling a finger through the dirt. Her thoughts were of her parents still. Legolas looked up from the fire and his eyes fell to Amara's back.

Aragorn had sat down close to the fire and began speaking to Gimli of his burn. Legolas made his way to her. On the way he picked up a stray stick and tossed it back into the fire. The fire again lept and startled Gimli to curses.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Legolas remembered the expression from Earth.

Amara laughed. "I don't think you have enough pennies."

She felt Legolas sit next to her. Amara brushed her finger off on the fabric of her leggings. She folded her arms atop her knees and rested her head on them.

"We will find them,." Legolas guessed that Merry and Pippin were on her thoughts. They were among a million other things.

"I know."

He began stroking her hair. A minute ago she felt fully charged, like the Energizer bunny but now she just didn't. Instead of letting her head rest on her arms she rested it on Legolas' arm. She was happy that she could do such a thing again. The flashes, though of what she saw in the pond entered into her head and soon her mouth could not help but ask.

"When I was gone, did you connect with anyone else?"

At first Legolas did not answer her, just taking in the silence that accompanied night. His lack of a quick reaction made Amara nervous.

Slowly he asked her what she meant.

"Did you hook up with anybody?"

The elf's face showed confusion. He had heard teenagers say things like she had when he was on Earth but he never asked Amara what it meant. "What?"

"When I was with Aule he showed me you with someone else...another woman." Amara went on to describe this woman.

Legolas knew who she spoke of. It was Phona and Amara had described her perfectly. He detected the nervousness in her voice, though he knew she was doing her very best to hide it.

"You are speaking of Phona. She came to me when I was visiting you on your...death bed."

"So you did hook up with someone else." Amara sat up at looked at Legolas more than ready to explode.

"I do not think I like what you are implying."

"What am I implying?" Amara crossed her arms.

"That I was unfaithful to you only hours after your death." Legolas' brow creased and he looked none too pleased.

"I can't help what I saw, Legolas!"

She couldn't believe that this was turning into an argument. She had not meant for it to but it seemed like fate had plans of its own.

"What you saw clearly wrong. Had I had relations with Phona don't you think that I would have kissed you as I did?"

Amara shrugged her shoulders stubbornly and looked out into the darkness that the fire did not pierce through. "I dunno. I do know that you had the hots for her once before, so maybe once I was dead she came to you and you saw her and something sparked in you again. Do you like playing the fields Legolas? I'm starting to think you do."

He did not know what 'playing the fields' even meant but he didn't like the sound of it.

Gimli looked back at the two of them when he heard their voices getting louder. "What is wrong with those two? Corraling right after the big reunion they had," he mumbled.

"Yes, I believe that this confirms that they are truly in love," Aragorn laughed.

"I do not play fields," Legolas stressed to Amara once she had explained to him what playing the fields meant. He might have done such a thing when he was younger but it was something he had learned that was wrong.

Amara opened her mouth about to speak when something utterly wrong made her close it. The dark feeling she had received when she saw the bird in the sky had returned but this time it was worse, much worse. Her face must have shown the distress she was feeling because Legolas asked her what was the matter, though he had found he could not shake off the annoyance his voice betrayed.

"They are coming," she said in a dead whisper. "They are coming for me."