A/N: Hey guys! Sorry about the lack of updates for a few days, but I've had a lot of tests to study for lately. Hopefully I'll get some more free time to write on my hands soon, but for now, enjoy this next chapter! :D

Disclaimer: I own nothing from LotR except for Íverin. Kay?

I walked quietly through Fangorn Forest once more, slipping to and fro between the old, twisted trees. It did not seem eerie to me as it once did. In fact, the Wood-Elf in me was bursting with curiosity. I wanted to explore. I smiled as the trees softly groaned and creaked around me.

Reaching out to my left, I pressed my palm to the trunk of a tree and closed my eyes, the tree's memories filling my head. In my mind, I saw a young elfling plant a tiny seed in the ground, and watched as it grew into mighty oak, standing tall and proud. I opened my eyes and pulled my hand away. "I have missed you, my friends," I whispered.

For whatever reason, I decided to turn around and walk north, back the way I came. After a few moments, my sharp eyes caught a flash of metal reflecting in the filtered sunlight. I ran over to it, and frowned. Someone had stuck a knife deep into the trunk of an old tree. It grunted in pain. I quickly removed it, and smiled at the tree. "Feel better?"

I looked down at the dagger in my hand. It was long, and very, very sharp. For awhile, I just stared at it, not sure what to do. Finally, I decided to keep it. I hid it in the layers of my pale blue dress, safely tucking it away, and continued walking. I had no idea why, but I suddenly had the overwhelming urge to travel east. So I headed in that direction.

After even more silent walking, I heard the soft snap of a twig from somewhere behind me. I tensed, but kept walking. Not too long after that, I felt a hand touch my back. I shouted and spun around, preparing for the worst. A Black Rider, maybe, or some other horrible beast. But when I saw who it was, I was instantly relieved. "Oh! Hello, Legolas."

He laughed lightly. "I am sorry if I scared you." He reached out and took my hand. "May I walk with you?"

I smiled. "Of course." For awhile we walked together, in complete silence, relishing the serenity of the woods and the time we had together.

Suddenly, a sharp, menacing voice filled my head. "Kill him."

I blinked in shock and recognized it as the voice of Sauron. In my mind, I answered him. "What?...N-no! Why would I-"

"Íverin...you know you cannot prevent this much longer. Before this war is over, he will die. You know this."

"You lie!" I cried. "He will not!"

Sauron cackled. "Do not try to change that which is already destiny. Kill him now. Save me the trouble."

"No! Legolas, run away!" I tried to warn him, but my lips did not move. I attempted to pull away from him, but my body did not respond.

"Foolish girl...do you think this is some kind of game? This elvish prince will not live to see another day. Now, do as I say. Finish him."

"No!" I shouted. "Legolas! Legolas, listen to me!" I screamed. "Get out of here! Please!"

But instead of talking to him, my body suddenly turned and kissed him. "Legolas..." I heard myself whisper. "I love you..." I wrapped my arms around him and started kissing him. He returned the passionate love for me.

"Stop! Sauron, stop it! Leave him alone!"

"Oh, but it is not I who will kill him...it is you." As if on cue, my possessed self slowly backed him up until he was pressed up against a tree.

"Íverin, I..." he said quietly, "I love you too." He kissed me again. "Cala..."

"Let him go!" I tried my hardest to escape this, but I couldn't control myself. I could do nothing but sit back and watch through my own eyes.

My former self let go of him with one arm, but continued to kiss him. "Legolas...you know how I feel about you." I very subtly slipped my hand into my dress and closed my fingers around the knife's handle. "And I know that you love me as well, yes?"

"Of course, love," he said. "I love you with all my heart." We kissed again.

"Yes...I know that. But Legolas...there are still some things in this world that were mistakes. Things that were not meant to be." I watched in horror as I slowly pulled the knife from its hiding place. "And...you are one of them." With that, my body stepped back a bit, and plunged the knife straight into his chest.

I let out a strangled cry. "NO!"

Legolas gasped in pain, and groaned. He reached up to pull it out, but my possessed body pushed his hand away and kissed him again, twisting the knife in the process. He cried out.

I stepped back and removed the knife with a small smirk, holding him up by the shoulders. "Legolas..."

He looked up at me, and as he did, I suddenly felt the strength return to my arms. I was in control again, but it was too late. I could do nothing as the life slowly left his eyes, and he quietly said "N...nîn cala..." He closed his eyes, and did not speak again.

My own eyes widened, and I panicked. "No...NO! LEGOLAS! Legolas, look at me! Look at me! Don't leave me! No!" I sobbed, shaking his body. "No! Legolas, please! Just...just...just look at me...please...nîn harma...come back!" I pulled him close, hugging him, and crying into his shoulder as I always had. But now, instead of warm comfort, I felt nothing but the cold, unforgiving pain of death. I let him go, jerking back and looking down. The knife that had killed him was still in my hand. My hand. I screamed and dropped it. His red blood was on my clothes. I screamed again and ran, tearing through the forest, trying desperately to escape the horror of my one true love being gone. Forever.

Finally, I stopped, out of breath. I fell to my knees, still crying. "Okay! I give up! You win, Sauron!" I choked out. "You win! Is that enough? Will you stop torturing me now?" I looked up from where I had been staring at the ground. An image of Legolas flashed in front of me for a brief moment, but was then gone. I reached out to him, but just as I touched him, he vanished into thin air. I only sobbed harder.

"I will never stop torturing you, Íverin."

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"Legolas!" I cried, jolting upright in my bed. My hands and forehead were sweaty, and my heart was racing a mile a minute.

Something stirred next to me, and a familiar hand reached out and touched my arm. "I am right here, love. What is wrong?"

I looked over and wrapped him in a hug, almost crying again. "Oh, Legolas...you have no idea how happy I am to see you...you are alright..."

He stiffened, and then returned the hug. "Well, of course I am. Why would you think otherwise?"

I released him and sat back, leaning on my elbows. "Because I...I had a nightmare about you."

"I am so sorry, Cala. What was it about?"

I took a shaky breath. "It was horrible. I was in Fangorn...and then, there was this...knife...and...you came up to walk with me...and Sauron, he...he controlled me...and I...I t-took the knife and...I killed you." I ran a hand through my hair.

If Legolas was disturbed, he did not show it. "Do not worry, Íverin. I am here. I am safe. Nothing is going to hurt me...or us." He leaned over and kissed me. I kissed him back, falling in love all over again. I remembered the first time he had kissed me, outside of Helm's Deep...the sparks that burst in my chest...the chills that ran down my spine...

I tensed and pulled away, looking over at the wall. "I cannot do this."

"What? Did I do something wrong?" he asked.

I shook my head. "No, no...it is not you, I just...I cannot do this anymore."

"Cannot do what?"

"I...I can't have you. I can't be with you."

Legolas frowned. "Why not? You know that I love you, Íverin."

"I do know that. And I love you too. More than you will ever know. But...it just...no. I am so sorry, Legolas." I looked back at him.

He looked absolutely heartbroken. "Is there a problem? Tell me, Íverin, please! Is it about your dream?"

I hesitated. "Yes...and no."

"...Will you not talk to me?"

"It is not that, I just..." I sighed.

"If you would just tell me what is going on, perhaps we could fix it! We could stay together! We could-"

"It's not something you can change!" I cried. "...unless you are willing to change me."

Legolas looked so confused. "I do not understand."

"You never will." I climbed out of the bed, pillow in hand, and walked over to the large chair in the opposite corner of the room by the window, grabbing an extra blanket on my way over. "It is not you that is the problem."

"Then what is it?"

I curled up in the chair and faced away from him, saying nothing, and for a long while, the room was silent. Finally, I spoke. "I know about your sister."

"What? How did you...who told you?"

"I will not say."

"But how does that-"

"Good night, Legolas." I pulled the blanket up tighter around my shoulders.

"Íverin, please tell me what is going on!" I closed my eyes. "Íverin!"

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I sat in the main hall with Éowyn, in a long silver dress with wide sleeves and golden trim. We had been talking for awhile about many things, and were now telling each other stories about our childhood. I was right in the middle of telling her about how Elrohir had to come save me the day I first learned how to swim, when Aragorn burst into the room.

"The Beacons of Minas Tirith! The Beacons are lit!" Out of breath, he ran up to Théoden. "Gondor calls for aid!"

We all looked to the King awaiting an answer. "...and Rohan will answer! Muster the Rohirrim!" A smile broke across my face. "Assemble the army at Dunharrow! As many men as can be found. You have two days," he said to his men. "On the third, we ride to Gondor...and war."

I jumped up from my seat. "Well, I believe that is my cue to go." I looked down at Éowyn. She looked saddened. Looking around to make sure no one was nearby, I bent down. "Why don't you come with us?" I said quietly.

She looked up. "But...how will I get past Uncle?"

I shrugged. "Just say that you have come to say farewell to the men. No good man will question an act of kindness such as that."

She smiled. "Sounds like a plan!" We laughed and hurried off together to prepare for the upcoming battle.