Summary: Arwen and Legolas are reunited with one long lost. They learn how time has passed without them. Rated K+ by Savannah (Arwen and Legolas)

Year 10

Arwen walked beside Legolas, her arms crossed over her chest. "I held her, Legolas," she said, looking up at him. "I was on the beach, in the water then I let her go," she breathed out the last words, tears springing into her eyes.

Legolas rested his hands on her shoulders, comforting her, reaching up to brush away her tears. "I know, Arwen," he breathed, folding her into his arms. "But these visions you see, you say they're not complete, like looking at a reflection in still water."

Arwen nodded. "As my grandmother could do in her mirror. But this was different, Legolas, I was there, touching her as clearly as I can feel you. I felt her pain." She squeezed her eyes shut as if it lingered.

Legolas stooped, their eyes level, touching her cheek.

"Worse," Arwen breathed, opening her eyes. "I could feel Aragorn's pain, Legolas. It felt as if his would were being shredded." She lifted her hand to his cheek. "It felt like when I lost you."

Legolas folded her into his arms, holding her close, trying to lessen her pain at the thought of her cousin losing what was most precious to him.

"I thought she would be here," Arwen said, opening her eyes and looking up pleadingly into Legolas'.

"We are Elves, Arwen," he said softly, his own heart clenching at his words. "She was human, she worshipped different gods."

Arwen nodded, swallowing down her tears, her mouth working at trying to hold back her tears.

Together they began to walk through the forest of blossoming trees, their petals covering the ground like a thin layer of snow. Their smell filling the air with a calm sweetness.

Abruptly, Legolas stopped walking. "Did you hear that?" he asked.

Arwen stopped walking as well and stood beside him. In the distance they heard a sound they had almost forgotten. Arwen started to run, Legolas going past her until he stopped abruptly, his arm coming out to stop Arwen. On the ground before them lay a woman, her small body shaking with sobs, her unmistakable golden hair falling over her.

"Eowyn," Arwen breathed and rushed to her side, falling to her knees beside her.

Eowyn felt hands on her shoulder, rolling her onto her back. A voice that she knew was calling her name. she opened her eyes and saw Arwen's face hovering over her. Arwen's dark hair was braided intricately around her head, the rest of it spilling over her shoulder. Her skin seemed to glow and she was even more beautiful than in life. Eowyn flung her arms around Arwen and held onto her tightly, sobbing until her tears ran dry. Arwen held Eowyn to her, stroking her hair and back.

Legolas sank down into the grass beside them, resting his hand on the back of her head. The feeling of her hair was so new and yet so familiar to him. He leaned forward and kissed the top of her head, the woman he had known since she was a small child, had fallen in love with her untamable spirit, closer to him and Arwen than family.

"Eowyn, Eowyn," Arwen said, tears streaming down her cheeks, remembering a time long ago when Eowyn had held onto her as she cried.

"It's alright," Legolas said, moving her long hair away from her face.

Finally, Eowyn looked up, her eyes bloodshot and her face covered in tears.

"Eowyn," Legolas said, his hand coming to rest on her cheek, wiping away her tears. In his voice was awe and sadness, mixed with the overwhelming joy of seeing her again. He folder her into his arms. "It's so good to see you," he said, pulling her closer, holding her like a child, squeezing her tight to his chest.

When Legolas let her go and opened his eyes, tears were tracking down Arwen's face, but she laughed through them and pulled Eowyn into her arms as well. "We've missed you," she said, letting Eowyn go, her hands resting on Eowyn's shoulders.

Eowyn nodded and smiled for the first time, looking between the two Elves. "I've missed you too," she said then laughed. "More than you can ever know." Arwen nodded. "I have so much to tell you." Eowyn smiled and pulled Arwen into her arms, once more holding her as tightly as she could.

..::..

Arwen sat at the shore of a lake that reflected a rainbow of pastel colors. Three waterfalls drained from varying heights in the distance, creating a cloud that blew cool mist over the surface of the water. Next to her, Eowyn sat close enough for their legs to touch, brushing her hand over the softest grass she had ever felt, as if a green blanket had been laid over the ground. On Arwen's other side Legolas lay, his arms crossed under his head, watching the sun just begin to set, looking up at the stars.

"Why can we see the stars but it's not dark yet?" Eowyn asked, glancing up at the heavens.

Arwen followed her eyes, smiling at the sky as if the glowing lights were her friends. "The stars never go out here," she said, turning back to Eowyn. She wasn't sure if the wonder on her face made her look younger or if she had changed since the last time she had been in Middle Earth. "I think we're closer to them here, so they shine brighter."

Eowyn looked across at Arwen, smiling.

"Or we are the stars."

Eowyn shook her head, moving her hand to rest it over Arwen's in the grass. "I always saw you in the moon," she said quietly. "When I missed you, I would look into the sky and feel close to you."

Arwen smiled and flipped her hand over, lacing her fingers with Eowyn's. "I never stopped feeling close to you," Arwen said. "I saw you sometimes, like a vision or a dream."

"And on the beach," Eowyn said, her eyes going out to the water again.

Arwen nodded, thinking of the tiny baby girl she had held in her arms, laying her on Eowyn's chest. "The child?" Arwen asked.

Eowyn face broke into a beaming smile, lighting her whole face. "My daughter, Awena." She smiled. "Aragorn and I named her for someone we loved very dearly," she said, her eyes sparkling.

Arwen felt tears spring into her eyes. "Because of the beach?" She asked.

Eowyn shook her head. "No, we had chosen her name before her birth. We wanted to honor you."

Arwen blinked back her tears and pulled Eowyn into her arms, holding her tight.

Legolas rolled onto his side, smiling at Eowyn over Arwen's shoulder. "It's a beautiful name," he said, sitting up and touching Arwen's back lovingly.

Arwen released Eowyn, touching her forehead with her own once and them smiled. "Thank you," she breathed.

"I have a son as well." Eowyn smiled, looking down at her hands still laced with Arwen's. "Eldarion, he is my pride." She smiled, taking a long breath.

"Sorry," Legolas said. "What did you say? Eldarion?"

Eowyn nodded, looking over over the water, thinking of the sun on his blond hair.

"Child of the Eldar," Arwen said, sensing Eowyn's sadness at being parted from her children, her own mother's heart feeling her pain. Eowyn looked over at Arwen and nodded.

Legolas shook his head dramatically. "Arwen, Awena," he rolled over the names in his mouth. "Funny," he said. "Eldarion sounds nothing like Legolas. Am I to believe that you did not name your firstborn child after your best and oldest friend?" He said mockingly.

Arwen rolled her eyes and without looking, knocked him back into the grass, making Eowyn smile. "Just because you are thousands of years old doesn't mean you're her oldest friend," Arwen said without turning.

"Isn't that exactly what it means?" He said, standing and brushing himself off. "I," he said, pointing to his chest. "Am her oldest friend."

Arwen sighed, exasperated. She turned to Eowyn for help, but she just smiled as Legolas came and sat next to her out of Arwen's reach.

"Other than my brother," Eowyn said, smiling at Legolas. "You are my oldest friend."

Legolas smiled pointedly at Arwen.

"I was so sad after you died, after the war ended. So terribly sad," Eowyn said. "I felt so hopeless and purposeless." She closed her eyes and remembered the night of Eldarion's birth.

"I long for death," Eowyn breathed. "Aragorn, I don't want to live. I can't live in this world of pain and death any longer. Please let me be with them. With our children, with my family, with our friends."

"I thought he was dead, like our first child," Eowyn said. "But then they gave him to me, red and screaming and I knew he was a gift."

Arwen smiled and nodded. "He saved you," she said knowingly.

Eowyn nodded, looking out over the lake again. "They both did."

Legolas touched her shoulder. "So just two then?" he asked. "You know I always pictured you and Aragorn with a whole brood of children." Eowyn smiled. "Perhaps it was the copious amount of nighttime activity that gave me the impression you'd have an army of curly haired children."

Eowyn smirked at him. "You're not wrong," she said, spinning the ring on her finger idly. "But your wife was the one who gave me all the tea." Arwen chuckled. "There was once when I had missed two months of cycle. In between them I had hoped, but then the bleeding came." Arwen looked across at Eowyn as she spoke. "I never told Aragorn that I was late, I didn't want him to hope. He had always loved little ones," she said looking between her best friends. "But I think he knew, he was so gentle. He bathed me, climbed beside me and held me while I cried. After Awena, we agreed that it was better if we stopped trying altogether."

Legolas took her other hand. "I'm sorry, Eowyn," he said.

Eowyn shook her head, remembering not a long ago when Aragorn had told her their family was perfect, his voice groggy with sleep. She smiled at Legolas. "It was perfect. They were perfect." Eowyn looked out over the water and smiled, telling them about her children, their personalities until the sun had set and the ever-glowing stars were the only lights above them. But it didn't matter, time passed and they no longer grew tired.