Chapter two

A/N Okay, here is chapter two. I hope you like it. Please bear in mind this is my first fanfic. No, this is not a Fem! story. More reviews mean faster updates!

I was panting, running. Through the elven halls under Mirkwood. I had to get away. Away from him. Away from his cold, unmoving body...No! I pushed back the thought. Sobbing. He was gone. My angel, my hero, my prince, my sun and moon, my shining star, my beautiful elf, my child's father, gone!

And it was my fault. All my fault.

I threw open the doors to the halls and tore through the woods, branches tearing at my face, my hair, my clothes...I tripped on something and collapsed in a heap, crying uncontrollably. I didn't care. Let the spiders find me, I thought. Let them wrap me up in their horrible webs. Let them eat me. I don't care. Legolas...

I would never see him again. Never hear his beautiful voice as he sang elven songs or lullabies to our son.

I would never watch him shoot arrows again, or feel the heat of battle as I fought by his side.

I would never feel his lips on mine again, running his hands through my hair, pulling me to him...

And it was all my fault.

I just had to get sick.

And then watch, as first my baby, my son, succumbed to the illness, he was actually more immune to it, being half human, but his age counted against him...

And then Legolas, helping me send our son's cold, limp body down the river in his Leaving Boat, then collapsing on the way home.

I sent for help, of course, but what could anyone but Queen Arwen do, she and him were the last elves in Middle-Earth...

His last words: "I love you...I promise, it's not your fault..."

Trying to bring him back... but what could true love's kiss do against Death himself? It could heal, but no magic can bring back the dead.

I screamed to the sky, "Why?! Why did you take him?!" Perhaps the Valinor or God would become angry and kill me, so I could be with him, but no. The heartless sun kept shining.

I collapsed again, whimpering, waiting for the spiders, but somehow, impossibly, I fell asleep.

DREAM

I watched myself lead him away from the camp on that day...that terrible day that the Fellowship broke. I remembered telling him what I really was, a slave, ordered to earn their trust, to take the Ring. If I disobeyed, I would be destroyed.

I watched him pull my past self against him and kiss her, I watched as she surrendered to it, and the curse on her broke;she was no longer a slave...

...After the defeat of Sauron, at Aragorn's crowning, there was a celebration, with all of the free people represented by one person or another. He took my past self into an abandoned garden, and gave her a necklace, a necklace with a green pendant in the shape of a leaf...

...It was the day the Mirkwood elves left for the Grey Havens. He was watching from the gates, and I landed next to him, and asked, "Are you absolutely sure you don't want to go with them? You are now one of the only two elves left." He had turned to me, and said, "That may be, but I will never be alone." He had kissed me and we fell to the ground as I wrapped my arms and wings around him...

...I had gone to Mordor, I had sensed some evil stirring, and the Nine had somehow returned, they cut me with a Morgul blade, and I only managed to make it to the gates of the Woodland halls. They tell me I was out for a week, and that the only thing that healed me was true love's kiss...

...The war was long, but that did not bother us immortals. The Nine had figured out some Dark way to bend others to their will, Darkning bolts, and one had hit him...

...The battle was long and hard, but the blow to the head got the Nazgul's influence out of him...

...They had captured me, branded me with iron, tortured me for information, for I was close to Aragorn, and they wanted him dead. Legolas had fought his way into Mordor itself, and gotten in just as they took my source of magic from me. My appearance vanished, along with my wings and strength, and I was left crouching and shivering in a thin, white, burned through, ripped and ragged dress. He had killed my Orc torturers, and then turned to me with an unreadable expression. "I know." I had said miserably, shivering and shaking with pain. "That was a spell. I don't look like that. I look like this." I had looked up at him, pleading. "I know it was as good as lying. I'm sorry." I had begun crying in exauhstion. He had dropped to his knees next to me and taken me in his arms, pulling me tight against his body as he kissed me...

..."Break it!" Howling wind, screaming voices of the dead. "No.. I can't..." "Together!" He grasped the handle of my knife, gripping it and my hand. We plunged the knife into the shining orb and it shattered, releasing shrieking spirits that dragged at our skin and hair, threatening to take us with them to the dark side of the world. Across the plains of Mordor, we heard earsplitting screams as the Nazgul and their beasts dissolved into shadow. We collapsed against the wall in eachother's arms, shaking. "It's over"...

...That night, back in the city, he had taken me aside and offered me a ring. A golden ring that would go on my left hand. "You know I love you. And I know you love me. Please? I know what marraige means to humans." I hadn't answered, but I suppose the kiss I gave him was answer enough...

...On our wedding night, I had learned that elves feel emotions much stronger than humans, they can just hide them much better. But when they don't hide them...

...Our son was born a year later. We named him Estel, which means Hope. He was the hope that his father's people would be forever remembered among men...

DREAM

The dreams faded as I sank into blackness.

A/N Yikes! Scary or what? HTTYD characters will show up soon. How soon? *Shrug* Don't know. maybe third or fourth chapter. Keep reviews coming!