Title: Dreaming of you
Author: Lomadia
Rating: PG-13
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Authors notes: I know this chapter is a little bit slow going, and I think the next one may be as well, but 
don't worry, things will start heating up soon, I promise!!!

Chapter nine
       	Lomadia stood at her chamber window, gazing out over the ocean of dark trees. The silver stars 
danced in the night sky and the Airabeth River caught their light and carried it down stream. Lomadia's 
dark orbs glistened, reflecting her deepest thoughts. No matter how hard she tried she could not hide her 
sorrow. She could not lie to herself. Such confusion clouded her mind. Mixed emotions. She felt angry 
towards Legolas and was relieved to be separated from him, but at the same time she felt strangely empty, 
like a part of her was missing. She couldn't block the elf from her thoughts, but she couldn't bear to think 
about him. Her eyes followed the river and a sigh escaped her lips. 
       "Why do you torment me so?" her voice whispered into the night air. "Cruel love. I need you not, 
but I want you so." She stood motionless, as if waiting for a reply. Finally she stepped away from the 
window and lay down on her bed. Lomadia closed her eyes and drifted into a shallow sleep. Her memories 
haunted her dreams.
       "Why do you ignore me? Do you think it was a mistake?"
       "Yes…yes it was a mistake."
       "You're lying! You're lying…you are shameful to treat a woman like you did, and I am shameful 
for letting you fool me…"
       "I am a fool." Lomadia murmured in her sleep. A cool wind seemed to brush her cheek and she 
stirred, but failed to wake. "A shameful fool." 
       "No." a voice replied. The whisper of a fair voice answered Lomadia. "A confused fool, not 
shameful. You are not shameful."
       "But I am." Lomadia replied sleepily. 
       "No. You say you are shameful, but your heart says otherwise. Follow your heart, it will not lead 
you astray."
       "Yes. It will. It already has."
       "The elf?"
       "Yes"
       "He is not shameful, nor you."
       "He fooled me. He lied to me. He does not want me."
       "How say you so?"
       "I saw it in his eyes."
       "Judge him with your heart, not your eyes. Your heart seldom lies."
       Lomadia stirred again. Her eyelids flickered slightly as the whispers echoed in her ears. " Then 
you mean I should love?"
       "You should believe."
       "Believe? How?"
       "You will understand."
       Lomadia's eyes snapped open and searched her room, but she saw nothing. Confused, Lomadia sat 
up right in her bed and pondered on the words she had heard. What should she believe? Believe her heart? 
How could she? It had caused her such pain she did not wish to experience again. Although the strange 
voice brought comfort to her soul and she saw some sense in the words spoken. Lomadia starred into the 
shadows by the window before again drifting into an unremembered dream.
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       	The stallions panted fiercely, hungry for air. Their limbs ached and the pain was unbearable. They 
could no longer support their own weight and collapsed onto the soft grass of the fields along the border of 
Anbrethil. The riders, too, gasped for air and lay still on the ground. Legolas could feel his heart pound 
wildly inside of his chest. His throat felt like ice and his eyelids were heavy. He couldn't stay awake, but he 
feared to fall asleep. Rolling onto his side, he could make out the faint shadowy images of Isorfir and 
Aniond. They didn't move. Legolas could feel sleep hang over him, he couldn't fight it off and soon gave in, 
letting himself fall into a midst of dreams and visions. 
       He saw the city of Anbrethil loom in the distance amongst the trees. And in front of him stood 
Lomadia; her eyes set on his. She seemed to speak to him, but it wasn't clear what she was saying. He 
strained his ears desperate to listen, but her words were still a blur. He was only able to make out certain 
words. Fear. Lies. Fool. Love. Love? Why would she talk to him about love? She didn't love him, did she? 
Not after what he did. He looked at her stern face. It was angry, but he could also sense sadness in her eyes.  
She would not hold his gaze, and turned to walk away. Confused, Legolas wanted to follow, but found 
himself being held back against his own will. Instead he watched her figure disappear into the woods. He 
was left to himself, left to think about what she had said. Fear? Fear of what? Fear of love? Was she afraid 
of love? Legolas drifted into a deeper sleep with dreams he could not recall. 
       The warm morning sun warmed Legolas's back and woke him from a much-needed sleep. He lay 
still for moment, starring out over the grassy fields. He could see the horses stretched out across the ground, 
not far from where Aniond and Isorfir slept. Slowly he sat up, careful not to wake his companions. A gentle 
breeze blew his hair from his face and cooled his skin. There was still a long journey ahead of the elves 
before they reached the wounded army and Legolas's brother. They lost valuable time in the city of 
Anbrethil; they could afford to waste any more. 
       It wasn't long before Aniond and Isorfir awoke and joined Legolas. They didn't spend long 
preparing a full breakfast; instead they ate but a few rations and mounted their horses. 
       "If we follow the eastern border of Anbrethil we should reach Eloith and the others within a few 
days." Aniond suggested. Legolas nodded solemnly whilst starring into the woods of Anbrethil. There were 
thoughts of more than just Lomadia troubling his mind. The spirits from the previous night still filled his 
heart with fear. I wanted not to go back into the trees, but his heart was urging him to return to the city. No. 
He couldn't go back. Not for Lomadia. She had no more interest in him. Besides, he would be taken 
prisoner again, and that was not a risk he was willing to take. 
       "Yes." He finally answered Aniond. "But we had best be on our guard, and don't ride to near the 
trees." Aniond and Isorfir nodded, before spurring their horses on.
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       Lomadia walked briskly down the wide corridor of the palace and into the stable yard. Tathiel 
whinnied energetically, happy to see her mistress feeling well again. A smile spread across Lomadia's face 
as she quickly lead Tathiel out of her stable. Mounting lightly onto the mare's bare silver back, she drove 
Tathiel into a steady canter and headed towards the woodland. She was confused. Her mind was telling her 
to stay in the palace where she belonged, but her heart was telling her otherwise. She couldn't think clearly. 
She didn't know what to do, but she knew someone who would.