A/N Okay, another chapter. Thanks to all my awesome reviews. My life would be boring without you. Just some housekeeping notes:

1. I haven't read the Lord of the Rings books yet, so i have minimal background other than what the movies give.

2. During Hermione's shpeel in chapter 2, she is thinking more along the lines of fighting with magic, not being able to da anything about some of the spells, etc.

3. Hermione is also eighteen where everyone else is much older than that. So, she's experiance more per year than them.

4. Yes, Hermione is very bitter and kind of full of herself, but I thought she deserved a bit of that.

Now, on with the show.

Two elves rode through the forest on white horses. Nira urged her steed faster, weaving through the trees ahead of Legolas. He followed her closely, making her laugh.

"Come on, little boy," Nira called over her shoulder."You need to be faster than that, little prince."

Legolas rode up next to her and dove off the saddle, knocking her to the ground. They landed softly in the grass, rolling down the hill. When they came to rest, Legolas looked at his chest, where Nira lay, laughing.

"You should know better than to insult a prince, peasant," he snapped, trying not to listen to her contagious laugh, and failing.

"Peasant?" she asked, as he chuckled at her. "Since when am I a peasant? I thought I was a spoiled little witch princess. I could turn you into a rock."

"Yes, but you wouldn't," he said, his voice swelling with love.

"And why wouldn't I?"

"You'd miss me too much," he told her, pulling her in to kiss him.

He pushed her off him, without breaking the kiss, holding her on her back. He laced his fingers through hers. He trailed feather-light kissed along her jaw and down her neck.

"Nira," he growled against her shoulder, "I love you."

Legolas walked away from Nira, as she ran after him.

"I said I was sorry, Legolas," Nira pleaded. "It wasn't my fault. I didn't have a choice."

"You chose not to tell me," Legolas snapped harshly.

"I didn't know. I swear I didn't. You think I would have chosen that monster, if I was given the choice. My father just married me off. It's not like I have my mother to stand up for me anymore. He was horrid to me, like I was his property not his wife. He acted like I owed him for marrying me. I didn't want a child, not with him. I wanted children, but I wanted you to be their father. I love you, Legolas, but I will not give up my daughter, because I hated her father. I wouldn't let him touch me, so he took matters into his own hands. I don't know what he did, but I couldn't fight him off. I couldn't die. All I could do was think about you and wish it was you with me. I'm so sorry, Legolas. I didn't want to hurt you."

Legolas watched Nira carefully as she shook her head and began to walk away. It hurt him to see her turn her back to him. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to face him. She was about to yell at him before he kissed her, pulling her tightly against his chest. Any fury she felt melted away as she lost herself in the passion of the kiss. She ran her fingers through his long hair, pulling him closer to her.

"I'm sorry for overreaction," he whispered as he pulled back, letting their foreheads touch, so they could talk.

"Do you want to meet her?" Nira asked.

"Meet who?"

"Ithilwen, my daughter. She can think that you're her father, if you want. I don't care as long as I get you."

Nira pulled away and took Legolas by the hand. She led him into her father's room where Ithilwen lay, asleep. Legolas looked at the small child and smiled. He pulled Nira into his side, his eyes never leaving the baby before him.

"She will carry on the Ravenclaw name," Nira whispered, carefully picking Ithilwen up, cradling the little baby into her chest.

Legolas watched the mother and daughter interact in fascination. He had never seen a baby so close before, he'd never been allowed near one. Nira smiled at Legolas before handing Ithilwen to him. He held the small being carefully, worried he would hurt her, Nira smiling the entire time.

Legolas stood in front of Nira, looking annoyed. They were both dressed for battle.

"No, Nira," Legolas snapped. "You are not going to fight. War is no place for a woman."

"I am the heir to Rowena Ravenclaw," Nira yelled. "No spoiled little prince is going to tell me what to do. You may think you can, but you are sorely mistaken. No one tells me what to do, Legolas."

"You could get killed."

"So could you. That's what happens in battle. Some live, some die. Don't act like I don't know what war is like."

"You've never been to war."

"You think I don't know because I've never been to war? I know more than you can imagine, young one. Remember who is older. I may not have been in the battles, but I was alive when Sauron ruled with the Ring."

"Please," Legolas begged. "Go hide somewhere safe."

"What is this really about, Legolas?" Nira asked.

"I can't lose you again," he whispered, not meeting her gaze.

Nira looked at him, understanding showing in her eyes. She stepped toward him and touched his shoulder. She pulled his face up to look at her. The fear in his face faded as he looked at her. She leaned in to kiss him lightly.

"I'm not afraid," she whispered. "I'll be fine."

Nira shot arrow after arrow into the darkness around her. She knew anyone friendly was behind her, while the enemy was in front. She drew her sword and slashed at a dark form that flew at her. She couldn't see what it was, but knew it was a foe.

She heard someone get hit by an arrow behind her. She moved toward the moans of pain to find Haldir with an arrow in his thigh. She knelt beside him, touching the projectile lightly. It wasn't deep; his armor had absorbed most of the momentum.

"Sorry," she whispered, "This is going to hurt."

She wrapped her hand around the shaft of the arrow and pulled it out of his flesh, covering the wound with her left hand. Haldir hissed in pain. She muttered an incantation that healed the wound. His eyes widened at something behind her.

"Nira!" he yelled.

She turned to see a huge looming figure completely in shadow. Too late, she saw the vicious black arrow flying at her. It hit her in the chest, piercing her heart.

Hermione awoke, screaming.

A/N Well? What did you think? That was a bit of background on Legolas for you. If you want a new chapter, I'll update faster with reviews. I love them.