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Falling In Love is Hard on the Knees	By : sarahjean Category: Lord of the Rings Movies > General Views: 3149 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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You can use your illusion

Let it take you where it may

We live and learn

And then sometimes it�s best to walk away

Me I�m just here hangin� on

It�s my only place to stay at least

For now anyway

I�ve worked too hard for my illusions

Just to throw them all away

- Guns N� Roses, Locomotive

I froze. I froze as though someone had a pistol to my forehead and was threatening to pull the trigger. The knife, which had begun to bite into my skin, froze where it was. For someone who had been caught doing something she hated to think about, I was actually rock steady. I was staring at the knife, but I slowly raised my tearstained face to look the intruder in the eye.

He was framed by moonlight. He looked so perfect it hurt. In his silvery tunic, with that hair � he just fit. When you looked at him, you realised that everything just is. He was looking at the knife at first, which was still resting against the top of my forearm, my arm in a prone position. But he raised his eyes to mine, that amazing blue looking right past my eyes. I couldn�t read expression there. I tried, but there was nothing to read. His face just�was.

Slowly, he moved over, and it seemed as though he were stuck in slow motion. He knelt beside me and gently removed the knife from my hand, folding it up. He rested it on the ground between us. I followed it to the ground with my eyes. I flicked my gaze to my arm. There was a very thin red line � it was thin, but it was there all the same. I glanced back to Legolas. He was watching me with that same, blank expression.

I had been caught. I had been caught by someone who I respected and fancied the tunic off. I had been caught nearly self-harming by an Elf. How incredibly stupid did that sound?

Slowly, I began to laugh. A humourless, hollow laugh that made surprise flicker through his eyes. As I laughed, I half sang, half said in a mocking tone;

�So rock and roll, so corporate suit
So damn ugly, so damn cute
So well-trained, so animal
So need your love, so fuck you all
I'm not scared of dying, I just don't want to
If I stopped lying I�d just disappoint you
I come undone.�

The laughter slowly faded and more tears came, but surprisingly they didn�t come with the loud sobs I was usually prone to. I turned away from him slightly, and said, �You followed me.� It wasn�t really a question, and I gave delirious giggle at the fact that I was pretty much stating the obvious.

�Uma,� he said softly. �I had a feeling that you would be upset after speaking with Lady Galadriel.�

�Hmph,� I muttered, hanging my head. �Bet you didn�t expect this.�

�Not at this moment, nay,� he said quietly. �But I had suspected it.�

My head shot up. �You w-what?�

Legolas turned so that he could sit beside me, much like he had when we were on our way to Lothlorien. He sat similarly to me � knees drawn up, wrists resting on them. �I had several reasons to suspect, melamin. The first being your injury in Moria.�

�Accidental,� I bluffed.

�You lie so easily,� he said blankly. I frowned. �Why lie when I know the truth?�

�Fine,� I said aggressively. �I was lying my bloody arse off. Is that what you want to hear? I saw the spike. I walked into it on purpose. Happy?�

�Nay,� he said, his voice almost a whisper. �It proves nothing to me except that you hurt.�

�And�?�

�You should have come to me,� Legolas said.

�And said what?� I laughed bitterly. ��Legolas, I need to tell you something � see, I�ve been hacking away at my own flesh�.�

He turned to me, something resembling a glare in his eyes. �Have I told you nothing, Carrie? I understand your pains; I would not have turned you away.�

�It�s so easy for you to say that, you wouldn�t be the one approaching someone else to tell them that you�ve been doing something that in their world could classify them to be put away in a mental institute or something!� I snapped. �And besides, why would I want to lay my problems on you?�

He was silent, his jaw clenched. I realised that I was getting astonishingly good at either hurting or angering him.

�So come on then, Legolas, what were your other reasons for guessing?� I was getting plain sarcastic now. �Do I have �self-harmer� tattooed across my forehead in bold letters?�

He stood up. I thought for a moment that I had angered him enough to make him walk away, and I instantly hated myself for my lack of self-control and my complete insolence.

But he did not leave. Instead, he merely began to remove his silver tunic.

Half of me wanted to ask what the fuck he was doing, and half of me was thinking, wow, yeah, he�s getting nekked. I watched him with confusion and fascination, an eyebrow raised. When the tunic was finally off, I saw that he was as perfect as one could imagine. Sculpted muscles, slim and lithe but not scrawny, slightly olive skin. But also�under the moonlight I could make out faint lines. Scars.

He knelt next to me, as though to give me a chance for a better inspection � and I can honestly say, I did myself proud and only studied the scars.

�Wow,� I said. �You�ve been in some battles, huh?�

He shook his head. �Nay, melamin.�

I raised an eyebrow, confused. But then I looked into his eyes. They spoke volumes. My eyes widened. �No��

He didn�t flinch, he didn�t move. I glanced at the scars, stunned. �You�you��

�I suspected that you were hurting yourself because I recognised myself in you, melamin,� he said sadly. �I was not sure how to approach you. It appears that that choice was made for me.�

My eyes were full of tears. �This is�confusing��

He gave a wry smile. �Many behold Elves as the pure ones of Middle Earth. But Elves can have just as many troubles as men or hobbits. They too can seek relief in the bite of a blade.�

I glanced at the pocket knife. �I hadn�t done it in so long. I but when I came to Middle Earth�my control slipped.�

�You did it before the council,� he said. I looked at him, amazed. He smiled. �You may have disguised your limp from mortal eyes, but I am an Elf.�

�I did it the night before, actually,� I said, sadly. �Eurgh, I feel so embarrassed�� I buried my head in my heads.

�Do not feel so, melamin,� he said, and I felt his arms wrap around me. �All you were seeking to do was replace one pain with a pain easier to cope with.�

My mind was reeling. Legolas was becoming more and more real to me by the moment. First, he was easily associated with my feelings. Next, he revealed family problems. And now�

Whereas I�d held him on a pedestal as a flawless model, someone who was perfect in every way, I realised that I�d been holding him on the pedestal for the wrong kind of perfection. I was rapidly changing this mistake, as I let myself be held in his arms, as I�d let no one hug me for years. I didn�t bristle once and attempt to push him away. I merely stayed as I was. Well, until I noticed that he was half naked. That was when I started blushing.

He chuckled softly, then turned serious again. �There was one other reason I suspected, a�maelamin.�

�A�maelamin?� I raised an eyebrow. �You really need to stop calling me all these names in Elvish, I�m getting paranoid.� I shook my head. �Alright, what is this other reason?�

He fell silent for a moment. �You are just like her.�

I paused, sensing a sudden change in the atmosphere � and I�m not talking in Star Trek terms. �Her who?�

�D�nramiel,� he whispered. He paused. �She was of Rivendell royalty. Lord Elrond�s niece. We were set to be in an arranged marriage.�

I gulped. He�d been married? Was still married?

�I admit that neither of us was keen on the other at first. But soon�we grew fond of each other. We were soul mates.� Legolas swallowed. �We wed. But not long after, Sauron settled his clutches upon Mirkwood. Many Elves were slain. To protect D�nramiel, she was guarded by magic. We were to send her to another world, where she would remain until the threat was over. She was to take the place of Lady Galadriel as Queen of Lothlorien after the Lady of Light would sail West.�

�My world?� I asked softly.

�That is what we have guessed,� he nodded. �She was fatally wounded. In the limbo between worlds, she passed on.�

�I�m sorry,� I said, swallowing. I�d had absolutely no idea of his loss.

He glanced at me, and once again � it was that look. The one that had flustered me so in Moria. He continued, �I suppose you are wondering what this has to do with my suspicions?� I nodded. �Before I found you just a few moments ago, I had spoken with Lady Galadriel. She confirmed a suspicion that had been settling in the back of my mind��

�What�?� I asked. I was almost too afraid to ask.

�When she passed in limbo, her soul was moved to where her body should have gone. And it was reincarnated.�

I blinked. I was feeling quite perceptive at the moment, but surely he didn�t mean�?

�What are you saying?�

Legolas looked me square in the eyes. �You are her. Her soul, at least. Lady Galadriel saw it in you�Mithrandir saw it in you. I saw it in you. D�nramiel�s soul was reincarnated in you.�

I gave off a sound that resembled the sound a dog makes before it throws up. �Surely you�re not serious��

He grasped both sides of my face and forced me to gaze at him. �I am very serious, Carrie. You are like her in almost every way. Except that you are a little more outspoken, and your eyes are different.�

�And I�m mortal,� I said softly. He winced. �Legolas, I�m not gonna accuse you of lying, because�believe it or not, I believe in reincarnation. Quite strongly, actually. But the idea that I�m the reincarnation of your past wife�your Elvish wife, no less�it�s sort of overwhelming��

No shit. My mind was spinning again. I had once been his wife? I had once been an Elf?

�How old are you?� I asked suddenly.

�I am 2, 931,� he said.

�Bloody hell,� I blinked. I stood, and began pacing. This was all so confusing. He finds me about to slice my skin. He comforts me. Reveals he�s been there, done that. Reveals that I am the reincarnation of his past strumpet. How very interesting.

I felt his arms wind around me and hug me from behind. I noted that he was now wearing his tunic. �Are you angry?� He asked, sounding worried.

I shook my head. �Shocked. It�s not every day I�m told that I�m the reincarnation of Elvish royalty, who was married to a � � I trailed off, not knowing what to say. Married to a what? To a beautiful prince? To a kindred spirit? What had I been about to say? I couldn�t tell. �Why did you suspect because of this?� I prodded.

�Because she, like you, had many troubles. And she, like you, sought to release them.�

I sighed, lowering my head.

�Do not hurt because of this news, melamin,� Legolas whispered, and I could feel his breath on the back of my neck. �There is no better soul to have than D�nramiel�s.�

I turned to him, wondering how to say what I was thinking. I decided that Tommy�s way of being blunt would be best. �That may be so,� I said. �But I don�t want you to like me because of who I once was, instead of who I am now.�

He stared. It was the same kind of look that I would give to someone when I was either confused or just plain clueless � completely blank. �It had never crossed my mind to simply�like you because of who you once were.�

I had nothing to say to that. The idea that I had once been�no, it seemed too odd. And too coincidental.

�You must rest,� Legolas said softly. �We have merely one more day left here before we leave.�

I nodded. Then, with an aching head, I followed Legolas back to wherever I was supposed to sleep. But before I left, I stooped and picked up my knife, sliding it back into my pouch and making sure that said pouch was tightly done up.

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The next morning dawned bright and beautiful. But I felt the weight of the world resting in my stomach. News of the fact that my soul had been around longer than my body, the mirror�s images, and my being caught trying to hurt myself had all settled in my stomach overnight like curdled milk. Too odd and painful a thing to be here in these beautiful woods�

I groaned, and got up slightly. Light headedness overtook me, and I stumbled forward slightly, before bending over and emptying my stomach. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I found myself thinking that it had been a long time since I�d gotten sick or thrown up over nerves or emotion. I�d been getting on as okay as I could. And now I was learning stuff about myself I wasn�t sure I liked.

A hand massaged my back, directly on the vertebrae. But somehow, I just knew it wasn�t Legolas. As soon as I�d finished, I dropped to my knees, breathing heavily, before I turned to look at Frodo. He was looking at me with concern and slight sadness in those huge blue eyes.

�I should not have treated you so harshly,� he said. �If I have learned something from the journey thus far, it is that you have not steered us wrong. I should have trusted you.�

�Don�t worry about it, Frodo,� I replied, wiping my forehead. �I knew how painful it would be when I made the decision.� I put my hands on his shoulders. �But trust me when I say that it will all be fine. Please?�

He continued to stare into my eyes, before he nodded. He moved forward slightly, and we embraced gently, like two old friends comforting each other. A wave of empathy washed over me, and I could almost tell that he was afraid, scared, and beginning to feel hopeless. This was wearing on him.

�I promised you I�d help,� I whispered. �If you need anything��

�Thank you,� Frodo nodded, pulling away to give me a soft smile.

�Go,� I said with one of my own. �You should at least try to unwind and relax a little, before we leave.� He nodded, before turning away and leaving me looking after him with a slightly lighter feeling. I felt as though on of the heavy weights had been lifted from my shoulders. I groaned, and turned back again, propping my self up on one hand as I yet again turned inside out. I was D�nramiel. Legolas�s past wife. I�d been caught trying to�

I glared, before hoisting myself up shakily. I could handle this, surely. I mean, there�d been worse, right?

I was walking as though someone had hacked of my legs in the night and replaced them with overgrown bananas. My hair had become messy, so I removed the leather strap holding it still in the Elvish style, then decided to just leave it all hanging down. Why not?

I eventually got steadier on my feet, and when I did, I suddenly realised that I had no idea where I was. Certainly, I was in Lothlorien. But where? I�d stumbled from where I�d spent the night into a part of the Elven kingdom where I didn�t recognise.

�Aww, fuck,� I groaned, slapping my forehead. �Ow.� I glanced around, confused. Where was I?

�Carrie!�

I glanced at Penny, who came jogging over, grinning from ear to ear.

�Holy cow, you look like shit,� she commented, before launching into an endless natter about how beautiful Lothlorien was and how the Elves were all so gorgeous.

�Boromir�s not bad, either,� she commented, grinning slyly.

I could barely understand her, in my haze. �Wait, you think Boromir�s cute?�

�God yeah,� she grinned. �And he�s a real animal��

My eyes widened. That didn�t need processing. �You have got to be kidding��

She grinned at me, before patting me on the head. �Poor, na�ve Carrie. Surely some day you�ll grow up?� Then she bounded off. I stared after her, shocked. My sister had jumped in the sack with Boromir � when she had children and a bloke back in our world, no less. I found myself hoping it didn�t change anything in the timeline � after all, I hadn�t actually jumped Legolas.

�Fuck it all,� I grumbled, rubbing my forehead. Things just kept getting�odder. And I still didn�t know where I was. I just stood still for a moment, looking around. That was when I heard the soft notes of a voice, so sweet and dulcet. I followed my ears, and found myself standing at the foot of a set of winding stairs, wrapped around a tree and climbing upwards until they ended in a beautiful tree-house type building. Curiously, I climbed the stairs, and with every step I took, the words got clearer.

�You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now I'm bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me��

I kept moving up the stairs, my focus on the �tree house�.

�These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase��

A stab of familiarity hit me, and I tilted my head to the side, wondering what had made me freeze in my tracks. But all the same, I forced myself to begin moving again.

�When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I've held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me��

I found myself staring into the tree house�s insides. In there was a gathering of Elves, along with Gimli, Aragorn, Boromir and Haldir. Legolas was there too, and I was stunned to realise that it was he who was singing. His eyes were closed, his head bowed. He seemed lost in the words.

�I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
But though you're still with me
I've been alone all along�� (Evanescence, My Immortal)

Something stirred in the pit of my stomach. Something that spoke of something ancient. He opened his eyes, and glanced up. I couldn�t move for a moment, my eyes locked in their wide, staring state.

The silence was deadly. I eventually cast my gaze around the room. Aragorn was eyeing me with slight anticipation. As if I should be doing something.

�I didn�t know where everyone was,� I said eventually. �I merely followed my ears.� With this, I turned, spinning on my heel � and I left. Somehow, I managed to find myself in something vaguely resembling a town square. It had a large structure, almost like a fountain, only it was only a pool of sparkling blue water. I sat on the edge of this structure, and gazed around the city. Soon, we would be at Amon Hen (A/N: I think it�s either Amon Hen or Parth Galen, either way!). That would be where the shit hit the fan in a major way. The Fellowship would break, and my hold over all of them, my protection of all of them, would slip.

Aragorn sat next to me. There was an odd silence for a moment. He hadn�t spoken to me much � if at all. It always seemed as though he were purposely distancing himself from me. �You recognised the song he sang,� was all the Ranger said.

�It gave me an odd feeling is all,� I said, purposely not looking at him.

�It was D�nramiel�s death lament.�

My head snapped up so fast that I felt a pain. Her death lament. Did that mean he held on to her memory tighter than I thought? Did that explain the odd feelings in my stomach?

�I am no fool,� Aragorn continued. �I can tell that you feel that he will only care for you because you carry her soul.� He paused. �I have heard many tails of Rivendell�s Shadowed Moon, the Halda�Ithil. From what I have heard, you are just like her. But Legolas would not sink so low as to merely trail you because of your soul.�

I glanced at the sky. The day had only just begun, yet already, I was praying for it to end. �Where�s my brother?� I asked.

�The tavern, I believe,� Aragorn replied. �Keep going that way, then turn left at the fork. You cannot miss it.�

I nodded, muttering a brief thank you, before I strode off to find Tommy, my anger growing. Aragorn was obviously completely filled in on all the details, then. How many other people knew that I was the reincarnation of this oh-so-fabulous Halda�Ithil? This D�nramiel? Had the fact that I was Carrie, an other-worlder, completely slipped everyone�s minds?

I came to the fork and turned left, looking up. The tavern appeared to be a merry place, filled with light and with a welcoming feel to it. I pushed open the door, and stepped inside. A sort of silence fell over the place, as everyone studied me. I noticed that no women graced this tavern aside from the one behind the bar. I frowned. I cast my eyes over the intimidating eyes of the Elves, before walking along the row of booth-like U-shaped benches and tables, kind of like at Pizza Hut only with lower wooden backs. I finally found Tommy. He was passed out on the table, his head resting on its side on the table, one of his hands not too far away from an Elvish pint glass.

I sighed, and slumped into the booth just before his one, on the side closer to him so I could lean over to him. I poked him in the shoulder.

He let out a very loud snort, making me jump, and he mumbled sleepily, �Kimberly, for the las� time, just take the tenner and piss the fuck off.�

With that he promptly passed out again. I snorted, before running my fingers gently through his spiky brown highlighted hair.

�Geez, Tommy,� I muttered. �You don�t normally drink. I guess something�s got to you, huh?� I shook my head. I felt as though I should just continually talk to him, even though I knew he wouldn�t really hear me. �Do you miss home? I do. I mean sure, being here with you means I get to see you more than I would if we were back in our world. I�m grateful for that, definitely. But here�even what with all that�s in our world, we don�t have Orcs and cave trolls...and we aren�t supposed to make great decisions involving the destinies of a group of walkers set out to save the world.� I studied my unconscious brother. �If you are the reincarnation of something, what are you the reincarnation of, I wonder? It could be anything, I mean, I am supposedly the reincarnation of an Elven princess. Me. I would�ve suspected I was the reincarnation of a toilet brush or something. Or a poodle.� I shuddered. I felt guilty laying all this on him when he was asleep, but I knew somehow that I could never do it whilst he was awake.

�You know,� I said, �I had a weird dream last night. I dreamt that our whole family moved into this great new house that was kinda run down but repairable. And I got this great big room that had a massive wardrobe, and, oddly enough, a cream-coloured bathtub at the end of the double bed. Anyway, I kept getting really bad feelings from this room. Really bad. I felt these feelings as if they were real. I�d leave the bedroom, and when I�d come back, the taps on the bathtub would be on, water almost overflowing. I eventually decided that the room was haunted. But I had to figure out a way to get rid of the ghosts.� I shook my head, chuckling bitterly. �If only I had that courage in real life. Anyway, me and mum try and do a sort of sitting-on-the-bed-and-pleading-them-to-fuck-off thing. But then, dad mentions something like �unison psychic ability� which frankly, I think is something my stupid mind made up. But me and ma seem to understand, and we put our heads together and start chanting. And viola, ghost fucking city. It was awful. We realised there were dead bodies buried all around the house, and we started digging out these skeletons to give them proper burials so the ghosts would stop haunting us. But�I went into the kitchen. Uncle was there.� I glanced at him, but he was still out cold. �And Tommy, although he was a ghost in this dream, he was so damn real. I could hug him and everything � and it felt just as I remembered. It felt so good. We talked, though what about I can�t remember�and when I woke up, and it was just a dream, I wished he were real.�

I lowered my gaze. Uncle, like Mark, had been very important to me. He too had talked me through some tough times, and his own emotional state was always omnipresent in my mind, almost as though it was a warning left behind to make sure I didn�t follow in the same footsteps.

�Do you still dream of uncle?� I asked him, rhetorically. �I�ll bet you do. I mean, you told me about one dream. I just wish I could have hugged uncle once more, you know? Like I used to, and he�d tell me not to fall asleep or I might dribble on him�like you�re doing on that table. Eurgh, Tommy, you dirty git.� Pause. �Uncle would know what to do here. Mark too, come to think of it. You know, you look kind of like Robbie Williams.� That just slipped out of my mouth, and I giggled. �My own Robbie Williams. Now, I know you can�t hear me, which is probably why I have the courage to say all this.� I lowered my voice.

�You were there
For summer dreaming
And you gave me
What I need
And I hope you
Find your freedom
For eternity.� I smiled. �There. Some Robbie for my Robbie. Love you, mate. Hope that that�s buried in your subconscious, just in case I don�t make it out alive.� I leaned over as best as I could and placed a kiss on his stubbly cheek. He grunted again.

I sat back down, and I felt stupid � stupid for just sitting there nattering to an unconscious inebriated man, and stupid for not saying all this to him when he was awake and sober. I turned back to face the table, like any normal person would sit. I squealed. Legolas was sitting opposite me, just staring.

�Godammit, do that again and I�ll�I�ll�� At his raised eyebrow, I said, �Do something.�

�A threat indeed,� he smirked.

�I forgot that Elves were silent for a moment there,� I frowned. �Whatcha doing here? And how much of my incessant rambling did you hear?�

�Enough,� he replied mysteriously.

�It�s rude to eavesdrop.�

�Amin hiraetha. I came to find you.�

�Why?�

�You left abruptly.�

Ah. The tree house place thingy.

�I was looking for the Fellowship. I found them. There was no need to stay.�

He placed a package on the table. For a delirious moment, I almost thought that he was pushing drugs, but then I recognised a corner of Lembas bread.

�Not hungry,� I said, shaking my head.

�You look awful,� he replied. I gaped at him. He smiled. �You are wasting away, melamin. Eat.�

�Wasting away?� I burst out laughing. �My fat arse could block out the sun!�

�Ummmm, yup, fat arse,� Tommy grumbled in his sleep, and he shifted, falling off his seat and landing on the floor, still unconscious.

�Good bloody god!� I laughed, and got up, and with Legolas�s help, managed to haul Tommy to our booth, were we spread him out in a similar position as he had been at his own booth, only further away from the edge. This actually forced me closer to Legolas.

He raised an eyebrow. �I saw Frodo not too long ago. He told me you were ill.�

I grinned. �Frodo forgave me.�

He smiled and chuckled. �As I knew he would. But that is changing the subject.�

�I blew chunks. It doesn�t matter.� At his confused look, I made hand gestures in front of my mouth to mime puking. �I, um, vomited. Regurgitated. Yakked.�

He pushed the Lembas closer. �Then you should most definitely be hungry.�

I frowned at him, before breaking off a corner and eating it grumpily. I was quite embarrassed to feel my eyes drooping slightly. I was still tired, apparently. Was I tired? I couldn�t tell. I was vaguely aware of the loud snores of my brother, and something Legolas was saying. What was he saying? Didn�t know�

My eyes rolled back into my head, and I fell sideways before everything went black.

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Something wet on my face. Was it raining? Ahhh, at last. I love the rain. Then why was it just on my face?

I cracked an eye open. All I could see was a hand. I stared at it. A hand?

�Are you well?� Blimey! The hand was speaking to me!

Then the hand moved, and was replaced with a face. Blue-grey eyes and a shit-eating grin. �Godammit, Tommy!� I groaned. �What happened?�

�You passed out,� Tommy replied, snickering. �You fell sideways and landed in poor Legolas�s lap.�

I blushed. His lap? Ooooh, no�

�How long was I out?� I mumbled.

�About half an hour. When you didn�t come round, we decided to help you back to the land of the living,� my darling brother replied.

I was tempted to ask if I�d actually been in Legolas�s lap for half an hour, but decided not to. Instead, I sat up. I shook my head, wiping some of the water from my face. Kneeling not too far away was Legolas himself. His hand was wet, and I recognised it as the one I�d that was talking to me. He�d obviously poured the water on me. I tried not to laugh at my own stupidity, and stumbled to my feet. �Well,� I said. �I had some fantastic dreams while I was out.�

�Oh really,� Tommy asked, cocking a cheeky eyebrow.

�You shut up,� I said. �I know what�s on your mind, you naughty boy.�

�Aahhh, you know me so well, sis. Come on. We�ve gotta do a bit of relaxing before we leave tomorrow.�

*

Relaxing turned out to be taking archery lessons. I wasn�t that bad, except that when Legolas went to help me, his touch made me squeak and I shot my arrow a little too high. A lot higher than necessary, actually. Of course, the Elven archer found this very funny.

When I hit the bullseye at one point, I did a little dance with Boromir, which I was instantly embarrassed about, and then remembered in the recesses of my mind that Penny had slept with him. This thought made me seek out my sister with my gaze, and I found her talking to Legolas. She was twirling her hair around her finger, looking quite demure. I frowned. How did she always know how to look so damn good? I mean, bloody hell, I still looked awful if I had a makeover.

The rest of the day passed in a haze for me. I eventually regained my appetite, and probably cleared the Elves out of their food supply. Their food was different � but still quite yummy. I found myself listening to Frodo�s tales of the Shire, with Merry and Pippin joining in between mouthfuls of food. The Shire sounded lovely � like the ideal place to live.

By nightfall, I was tired once again. I had to sleep early anyway, because we were waking up early to leave Lothlorien, and set out for what became known between me and Tommy (and sometimes Penny) as the �Shit + Fan = Amon Hen� equation.

I snuggled down into my private corner, and I felt a sudden bout of fear. I didn�t want another dream like the ghost one � pleasant as it was, dreaming of uncle, it was unnerving and upsetting. Normally I � admittedly � slept with a stuffed teddy to keep dreams at bay. But I didn�t have one with me.

But then, Legolas sat down beside me. Without a word, he shifted at such an angle that I would have to have been extremely thick not to realise that he was offering himself as a cuddle-bear. And who was I to resist?

Although my mind told me that I was probably being stupid, I really wanted someone to sleep next to � some comfort to carry me through till morning. So I shifted so that I was sitting close to him and rested my head on his chest, burying my arms into my lap to keep them warm, as his own arm came round my shoulders.

��Night,� I mumbled, before I once again slipped into the darkness of what was this time a dreamless sleep.
A/N: Verse Carrie sang to Tommy is Eternity by Robbie Williams � a beautiful song *sigh*
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