A/N: To my followers. Don't kill me. I'm so sorry I haven't updated this story. I started 2 other stories and this story takes a lot of work and research. I literally wrote like 5 different versions of this chapter and settled on this one. Don't worry though I have a lot more updating coming up. Please bear with me. The intro to a story is always the toughest. Please read and review!

The group arrived in Caras Galadhon around mid-day. Iman was exhausted her leg was throbbing and her body was aching. Not to mention the wound on her leg needed to be properly taken care of, even though it was healing on it's on. She also desperately wanted a bath. Although nothing trumped her thoughts of Haldir. She figured it had all been a dream. But to have the same exact dream again and this time she could see his face. She realized there was something bigger at play here. Something that she wanted to get to the bottom of, when she was fresh and clean of course.

Immediately upon arriving Iman was whisked away to a talon of her own. It was luxurious. Almost every wall had a window. There was a kitchen and a living room but that's not what stuck out to her. It was the bedroom. The bed was up against a window. In her world It would've been considered a California King bed. With a canopy. The room was white and red. Flowers lined the bureau and there was a connecting bathroom. Iman wasn't sure how the plumbing worked being at the top of a tree but she didn't care. The handmaidens properly dressed the wound on her thigh and rubbed a cream into the bruises on her ribs and neck.

After a much needed bath Iman found herself lounging on the couch looking up through the glass ceiling. It was nearing twilight and the stars were beginning to peek through the sky. Iman longed to go outside and lay underneath the moonlight. She had always been drawn to it. Always felt a calling to stop for a beat and appreciate the light that the stars and moon provided. Even though she had been sleeping underneath the stars for a while now, she couldn't appreciate it then. She was harboring aggression towards her father. Still trying to process her life now and Legolas. So quickly packing a blanket and a pillow Iman left her talon and searched for a wooded area that would allow her to see the stars.

Halidir noticed Iman heading off into the woods with a small pack and pillow in her arms. Not wanting her to wander too far he decided to follow her quietly. Just to keep an ever watchful eye on her. It would be hard for her to leave the forest completely before the guards on the borders stopped her but still he needed to protect her. It was his duty.

Iman came into a slight clearing and began to set up her blanket and her pillow. Life had come barreling at her fast these past few months. Everything was such an adjustment. Being chosen for some prophecy which she didn't even know what exactly the prophecy entailed. Meeting her parents. Her feelings for Legolas. Which were sudden and still a little unclear. Then the new elf who she was sure she had a connection to, was also unclear. It was an emotional connection. She could feel it deep in her gut. It was hard to explain. Iman let out a loud huff. At least the night was clear and for that she was thankful. Closing her eyes Iman picked up the breeze a little. Causing the wind to swirl around her and the crisp autumn air to tickle her skin. Iman let out a little laugh. Despite life's lemons she could manage to find a simple peace in her powers.

Haldir watched as Iman smiled and called the wind to her will. He had not spoken much to the girl. Except when he had healed her. Haldir thought it was one of the single greatest moments of his long years. Touching her skin made him feel possessive. It made him want to hide her away for none to touch or look at. She was his and his alone. Anyone could see she was beautiful but Haldir saw more. She was lonely. She had no one. The prince? Barely. In her eyes he could see confusion and chaos. There was also a darkness there that frightened him. It was probably the same darkness that brought him back from death. Tremendously grateful but terrifyingly afraid of that darkness. Iman was also brave. He watched how she had bravely fought against the orcs. He listened as Legolas bid her to run and she denied his request. Haldir was confused. She was all the things he would not look for in a mate. So why had the gods decided she was the one he was to be bound to? Why did he already feel an overwhelming urge to be in her presence? Haldir decided to engage in her conversation. Walking a little closer he cleared his throat which caused Iman to release the wind and sit up.

"Jesus Christ you scared me! Iman's green eyes blazing with annoyance.

"I am sorry to have startled you. Do you mind if I join you?"

Iman shook her head and scooted over to allow room for Haldir. She eyed him carefully as he sat down at the other end of the blanket. He was plainly dressed. Nothing special about his attire except the bow strapped to his back. His hair was down save for the two-braids on the side of his head and connecting in the back. Sensing her watching Haldir offered her a smile.

"I think we got off to a bad start." He started the conversation.

"I did not mean to offend you when I called you Dunmer."

Iman waved him off.

"It's fine. I've been called worse. I'm sure I overreacted. I'm still getting use to people...er Elves speaking so freely."

"None the less let's start over. I am Haldir." He extended his hands to hers but his palm was facing up. Iman smiled and placed her hand into his.

"I'm Iman. But I'm also known as Brittani."

Haldir brought her hand up to his lips and kissed it. The skin was soft and her hands were tiny and thin. So much so you could see the veins and bones there.

"Britt-tah-knee?" A small giggle erupted from Iman's throat.

"The world where I grew up, that's what I was called there."

Haldir nodded and let go of her hand that he was still holding. A moment of silence passed between them. Haldir unsure of what to say and Iman just waiting to start firing off questions. She decided to ease her way into the conversation.

"Why did I dream about you?"

Haldir regarded Iman with a passive expression. He was unsure if he should answer her question. Would she believe him? Maybe the Lady would be better suited to explain to Iman why she had dreamed of him.

"I don't know."

Iman rolled her eyes.

"You're lying."

Haldir looked away from her and up at the stars.

"Look I know you know why. I could tell by your expression when I woke up screaming. I'm sure I'll find out eventually I was just hoping to hear it from you." Iman's words trailed off. She didn't know why she wanted to hear it from Haldir. Perhaps it was because she knew her grandmother was very powerful and held a great title and sure Haldir did too but he wasn't as intimidating as her grandmother was. She hadn't even met her yet and she was nervous.

Tell her…

Haldir heard his Queen's voice echo in his head.

All will be well. Trust is earned. Remember that.

Just like that the voice was gone. Haldir cleared his throat and turned to face Iman.

"How long ago did you have the first dream?" Haldir asked her.

Iman ran a hand through a curl that had lost its way out of its bun. Her hand settled onto her lap and she inhaled a deep breath.

"About 10 years ago."

"Well about 10 years ago there was a great war. It was the battle for Middle Earth. There was a great darkness and one of the battles of this war almost claimed my life. I had been struck down by an Uruk-Hai. I was making my peace with the world when a light consumed my thoughts and I saw a weeping girl."

Iman's mouth fell open. She knew Haldir spoke the truth. She had saw him fall. She had been weeping because it was like she could feel his pain and his life leaving his body.

"That was me." Iman replied.

Haldir nodded his head.

"I don't understand much after that. Only what has been told to me. Somehow you saved me. In doing so our lives became bound to each other."

Iman released a breath she didn't know she was holding.

"I saved you?"

Haldir nodded his head again.

"What do you mean bound to each other?"

Haldir looked down slightly embarrassed.

"It means that if you die I die. If I die you die." Haldir trailed off. Not really wanting to explain more.

"I feel like there is a but there. Or something you're not saying."

Haldir gazed into her eyes. She was absolutely breathtaking. He could feel her magic swarming around him like a thin blanket of warmth. He wondered if she could feel it calling to him?

"There is more. I feel like I shouldn't say."

Iman sucked her teeth and furrowed her brows.

"Why the fuck not?"

"Do you always speak that way."

Iman stood to leave. Not bothering to gather the blanket.

"Sometimes I do. I'm not going to beg you to tell me."

Iman grabbed her pillow and walked away from the clearing back to her talon. Haldir laughed to himself. She was stubborn. He could clearly see he would have his hands full. All would be revealed in due time. Little Iman was going to have to learn to be patient. After all she is immortal. Time is all they have.

Arriving back at her talon Legolas was waiting for Iman at the door. Greeting him with a smile Iman invited him in and headed towards the kitchen to grab a bit to eat.

"Were you out exploring?" Legolas grinned cheekily behind her. Iman grabbed some wine and some fruit and sat down in the living room. Legolas joined her.

"I went out to look at the stars and Haldir was there."

Legolas perked up at the sound of Haldir's name.

"Oh? Did you stargaze with him?"

Iman cut her eyes at Legolas. Jealous for no reason. It would be kind of cute if she didn't know the negative side to jealousy. Which is how she wound up in middle earth.

"You're upset, why?"

"You're avoiding the question."

Iman sat up.

"Here we go again. You have no reason to be upset. Are we not friends? Can we not speak freely to each other? Let's not forget what you did to me? Need I remind you?"

Iman's green eyes were blazing with anger. Legolas only thought about himself and acted impulsively.

"Iman I did not mean to offend you. I just do not like the way he looks at you."

"And how is that?"

"He looks at you like you are the most beloved star. Like and elleth in love."

Iman stood up. She didn't need Legolas shit right now. How the fuck was she supposed to know how and why Haldir looked at her the way Legolas was claiming he did.

"How should I know. You've watched me every day since I've arrived in this world. This is my first time meeting him. You're being jealous and that's not what I need right now."

Iman stood in front of Legolas peering down out him. Her eyes unreadable. Legolas knew she was right but that didn't mean he had to like the way Haldir looked at her.

Legolas sat back and pulled Iman on to his lap.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to cause you distress. I know you don't know why."

Iman gently stroked Legolas' cheek. This is the Legolas that she fell in love with. The one who was curious and apologetic and understanding. Legolas grabbed Iman's wrist and brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her knuckles. His lips lingering for more than a moment. Iman leaned down to and gently pushed her lips onto his. The kiss was exploratory. Gentle nibbles and nips. Legolas' hands traveled down her hips giving them a gentle squeeze. Iman let out a little moan to which he took advantage of.

Legolas' tongue darted into Iman's and started exploring. His hands gripping her tighter. Iman wasn't stopping him. She experimentally grinded against him. Legolas said something in elvish that she did not understand. Unexpectedly Legolas pulled away from the kiss and looked up at her.

Iman was confused. Is this not what he wanted? It's what she wanted. It had been so long. Never a fan of masturbation she needed to find some sort of release.

"We can't." Legolas said as he gently pushed her off of him and stood up.

"Why not?" Iman said trying to hide her hurt feelings. Was this some form of payback for when she turned him away weeks ago in Rivendell?

Legolas walked into the kitchen and poured himself some water.

"You are royalty. You are a woman. I know you have experienced things before you came here to Middle Earth but now I must respect your title."

Iman opened her mouth to speak but decided that Legolas was right. She had wanted a mother and a father all her life. They petty squabbling she had done with them needed to stop. It was time to start acting like a princess.

"I suppose you are right. At least let me walk you to the door." Iman breezed past him with a small smile on her face. Legolas followed. Opening the door Iman stood next to it her eyes on the floor. Stopping in front of her Legolas placed his fingers on her chin and tilted it upwards so he could see her eyes.

"Amin vesta amin will uma sina right. lle naa worth ta." (I promise I will do this right. You are worth it.)

Iman did not smile bet her eyes understood. Legolas placed a lingering kiss on her lips and was gone right after. Closing the door with a sigh Iman thought how tomorrow was going to be a long day.

Iman was being led through the city by Haldir. Their walk was silent. Questions on the tip of her tongue but the wardens stone cold expression was deterring her from even making eye contact with him. Why was he angry with her? Haldir's jaw ticked. He had seen the prince leaving her talon and kissing her. He could smell their arousal. He planned on confronting the prince right away but his brother approaching him had delayed the confrontation. Iman looked absolutely ravishing in her dress. it was white and drug along the forest floor with a short train behind her. Her hair hung down past her butt in long tight curls, her natural curl pattern. The sleeves of her dress shaped like bells as it passed her hands had crystal embellishing along the ends. A small crown on her head to signify she was in fact a princess of Har Ganeth. Other Elves looked on in awe as she was lead to her grandmother's quarters. Some smiling others whispering. Iman did not care. It wasn't the first time in her life she had been looked at with curiosity and she was sure it would not be the last.

Haldir came to a set of stairs that wound up a really big tree. Holding out his hand Iman slipped her into his. His hands were smooth and cool to the touch. Haldir began to walk up the stairs and Iman remained right behind him. Once at the top Haldir gently released her hand and stepped to stand beside her. Iman finally looked at him. He motioned forward with his head. Iman was met with a tall blonde woman who was glowing. She was shrouded in light and her face absolutely beautiful. Iman thought she was beautifully androgynous. Learning from her mother the proper way of elf etiquette, Iman bowed her head.

"Thank you Haldir for escorting my lost one. Please stay we all have much to discuss." The lady of light turned around and walked inside. Iman and Haldir followed. She led them through the talon and out of a side narrow passage that let out to a set of stone steps. She came to a short stone pillar and turned around.

"Iman this is my mirror. It allows me to see all. Things what were, and things that are, and things that yet may be. You have many questions that I think may be answered through the mirror." The lady turned around and filled a small pitcher with water and then poured it into the mirror. She gestured for Iman to step forward.

Iman looked at Haldir who offered her a small smile, calming her nerves she began to walk. With bare feet Iman padded over to the pillar placing both hands on the side of the mirror and glanced in. Seeing nothing at first and then ripples began to form.

At first there was darkness and then there was a bright light. The light was more golden than orange. Looking around she saw a man sitting on a stone bench underneath a cherry blossom tree that overlooked a waterfall. The man turned around and smiled brightly at her.

"Come sit. We have much to discuss."

Iman sat next to the man overwhelmed by his presence. She could feel a power emanating from him like no other.

"You have grown much since I last checked on you. How beautiful you have become."

Iman fiddled with her hands unsure if she should start asking questions or let the man talk.

"It is alright, do not be afraid. Ask what you seek."

"Who are you?"

"I am the father of all, also known as Eru."

Iman's mouth fell open. Though she had been in middle earth for a short time the name did not go unrecognized. The man let out a little chuckle.

"Seems as though you have heard of me."

Iman nodded her head.

"You want to know what makes you so special and mostly about Haldir. Am I right?"

Iman perked up.

"Yes, also about the prophecy. I keep hearing so much about it but I don't even know what it is. It's exhausting trying to find out from others who them themselves don't know or won't say."

"I've noticed that secrecy is so common amongst my children. Why? I am unsure. However, you are needed for a great cause. Do you know of Morathi?" Iman nodded her head.

"Well she had a son Malekith who was foretold you would be his bride and would control the sacred fires. Whoever controls them rules over all elven kind, dark and light alike. Also in turn ruling over the rest of the world. You and you alone can control the sacred flame. So like any man, he craves power. He also craves you. You were promised to another long ago, but that is a discussion for another time."

"Why me, how?" Iman asked hardly being able to accept the information she was being given.

"Why, because I chose you. I have seen your spirit for quite some time and you are worthy. There will be a time where you come to doubt yourself. Do not. You have the power to choose good and evil."

Iman stood up.

"This is an awful lot of pressure to put on one person. I mean I'm not special. I don't fit in here I always feel alone. I make bad decisions which is how I think led me here. I think you picked the worst person for the job, no disrespect."

Eru stood up and laughed. He took Iman's hand and led her across a bridge that appeared out of nowhere.

"I never choose wrong. Do not dwell on the responsibility for when the time comes you will know what to do. Take great care under your grandmother's tutelage she is wise."

Reaching the other side Eru turned to Iman and brushed a stray hair away from her face.

"You are coveted by many. Mostly by the one who can't have you. A curse I'm afraid I cannot break. So in turn I paired you with a man who is well suited to your needs. He needs you. His life is your life and your life his. No matter what you choose he will need you. Do not let him down. I know things seem overwhelming now but once your task is complete all will be clear."

Eru took Iman's hand in his and kissed it. His thumb running across her knuckles. The world began to fade and Iman was slipping away from his grasps just before he disappeared out of sight he said one final thing.

"I did not create you I chose you. You were a gift I could not keep for myself."

Iman was back staring at her own reflection. Unsure if what just happened was real or some kind of weird acid trip. Deciding to go with real, seeing as there were no drugs readily available for her to consume. Stepping back Iman pondered Eru's last words. She was a gift he could not keep for himself. She silently cursed to herself. Damn the Elves and their riddles. Why couldn't they just say things flat out.

Forgetting that she was alone the lady's words startled her.

"Was all revealed?"

"I think I have more questions than when I started. But the things I wanted to know were answered. I spoke with Eru."

Haldir's eyes widened and Galadriel just smiled.

"You have been touched by him. It is not surprising that he himself would speak with you. I think he favors you. For reasons that have yet been revealed." Haldir noticed the lady smirk. She may have been telling the truth but there was more information she knew.