(A/N: Once again, I am sorry for taking eons to upadate! _ you know why...busy with school and other lame required stuff in this life, xD anyway, I hope the next chapter will give you satisfaction. Thanks to my beta again for the editing :) LOTRlover23! :) )

~Chapter 4: Valinor~

Legolas was looking for the March Warden. He needed to tell him something important... something that concerned all the Elves in Middle-earth. He asked the guards if they had seen him, and they replied that Haldir had been seen walking into the woods. He wondered why. He went to the woods to look for Haldir... but he did not expect to see him there with the woman he was starting to like.

"I did not expect to see you together. Am I interrupting something?" His voice was as cold as ice.

The moment he saw the other elf standing inches away from Eowyn, he felt as if he had been betrayed. His right hand clenched into fist. It was thoroughly obvious, he was jealous. But why? He and Eowyn were just... acquaintances. They had hardly ever spoken.

"Legolas!" Eowyn felt a bit of happiness when she saw him and she felt her heart skip a beat. She wanted to throw her arms around him but thought the better of it.

Legolas turned to look at her, a worried expression etched into his face. "What are you doing out here, Eowyn? I thought you had retired to your chambers a while ago."

"Oh, I was just…" She searched for a valid explanation in her mind but didn't find any. Eowyn looked up at him and didn't know what to say.

"I brought her out here for some fresh air," Haldir quickly filled in for her. "I came across her in the hallway a while ago and she said she could not sleep so I decided that she might like to come outside." He wasn't known for doing such things, but he hoped that Legolas would buy it. It wasn't a good idea to tell him what had really happened.

Legolas nodded but he gave the other elf a wary look. "I see, but I was not told of this behavior of yours, mellon-nin. You and the Lady Eowyn must already be acquainted."

"Aye."

The White Lady of Rohan looked at Haldir then to Legolas. Somehow, she felt strange being in the presence of the two Elves.

"Perhaps we can go now? I am tired."

"Of course, would you like me to accompany you?" Legolas smiled down at her.

Eowyn gave Haldir a short glance, looking to see if he would mind... but why would he, anyway? She returned her attention to Legolas and nodded.

"Yes."

-LOTR-

They were supposed to leave that day after the grand celebration in Gondor. After a sad farewell with his daughter, the Lord of Rivendell was still brooding on the heartache of leaving her there to die. The last thing he needed was more bad news that would add to the pain he was feeling. Elrond stood with Galadriel and Celeborn before the sea where they were supposed to sail; the other elves were wondering what was happening and why they could not leave yet.

"They have been attacked, Elrond," Galadriel said in a voice pure of seriousness and fear at the same time. "It might sound impossible, but they were."

Elrond did not want to believe it, but the look on Galadriel's face was convincing. But it was Valinor... the Undying Lands. Death did not exist there.

"I don't believe you." Elrond shook his head and clenched his fist. "Why do you joke about this?"

This time, it was Celeborn who spoke. "We would not make this up, Elrond." His voice was calm and quiet, though inside he was panicking. Why would he not listen?

They had taken him to Lothlorien to show Elrond what had really happened in Valinor, but he still did not believe them. Why should he? His mind quickly went to his beloved wife Celebrian. She was waiting for him there, but if something had happened...

Galadriel showed Elrond a blue orb. He took it in his hands and looked down into it.

"Naerwen brought that with her when he sailed back here," she told him.

Lord Elrond looked at her with wide eyes. "Naerwen? He's here?" The former servant and friend of his daughter had gone to Valinor years ago and she told him she had no plans to return to Middle-earth, but she had. "I want to see her."

"She was deeply wounded when she came to our shores. She is being taken care of, but you cannot see her now. This will show you what you have to see."

He turned his attention back to the orb and it glowed with a bluish light until his entire vision was wrapped in it. Slowly he found himself looking at Valinor, but he seemed watching from a distance. Elrond looked around. Everything looked fine. The elves seemed to be preparing for a feast that was about to take place. And there amidst the crowd, he saw his wife dressed in a beautiful white silk gown, a golden circlet on her head. She was smiling at him.

And then it came.

Everything happened so fast. The place was eaten by a thick mass of purple darkness and he felt its immeasurable power himself. The purple smoke wrapped around his neck, choking the life out of him. He couldn't see anything, but heard the loud screams and calls for help. They were Elves! The Firstborn were seldom truly afraid. It seemed something else more powerful than the Valar themselves had come.

"Let me go! Let me go! Help! Help me!"

Elrond stiffened as he heard Celebrian's voice and his heart almost stopped. He heard a dark laugh fill the place. The voices slowly disappeared and Elrond dropped the orb on the marble floor as he struggled to rid himself of the vision. He backed away from it and hit the wall. Celeborn ran towards him and tried to wrestle Elrond's hands away from his throat. He was choking himself. Galadriel raised her right hand and a white light appeared on her palm. The light beamed out at Elrond and he fell down on his knees, panting.

"Now you see, Elrond." Galadriel spoke. "This is—"

"I n-need to go!" Elrond cut her off. "I need to s-save Celebrian!"

"We cannot do anything. If we try to leave these shores, we will perish with them." The Lady of Lothlorien put a hand on his shoulder. "I would sail too, but it would do no good. Do not forget that she is my daughter as well as your wife." Her pain expressed itself suddenly on her features. "I am sorry, but we must find out who is causing this first."

-LOTR-

Ashelia was glad she had successfully made it inside Minas Tirith without being noticed. She blended herself in with the crowd of people from Rohan who were on their way into the White City, discerning that they were to be the new servants of Eowyn and her brother. When inside the walls, the brown-eyed woman quickly left the crowd and walked away. Her cloak concealed her well enough from prying eyes, but now she needed to get inside and find Eowyn. She guessed that many would be suspicious of her; she had never had any contact with the new King's sister. Lost in thought, she turned a corner and bumped into someone else. She looked up and saw a tall elf with light blue eyes looking back at her.

"My apologies. I was not looking." Ashelia was horribly embarrassed, but she managed to conceal it. She gave a short curtsy.

"It is all right, Lady, though it seems as if you are in a hurry," he replied, his mirth visible on his fair features. "But may I ask why you take this route? Alleys are dark and narrow."

She did not have time for small talk, but if she left too quickly he would think her some unsavory character. She studied him for a moment. Not being acquainted with the Elves of Lorien and Rivendell, she had no idea who he was.

"I do not like crowds, sire, so I decided to take this way to avoid them." She raised a hand and pulled the hood of her cloak from her head.

The elf nodded. "I see. I am Glorfindel, of Rivendell. I apologize, I forgot introductions." He gave her a small smile.

Ashelia smiled in return. "It is nothing, Lord Glorfindel. You don't usually give introductions to strangers. I am Ashelia, handmaiden of the Lady Eowyn."

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