Dinner in Rivendell was, us usual, a wonderful affair. It was elegant and perfectly prepared, as usual, with all types of meat and
vegetables, cooked just right. Smiles and laughter rang throughout the large Hall, and there was a lighthearted atmosphere about the room.

Up on the dais sat Lord Elrond, Aragorn, Arwen, Legolas, Gimli, and Haldir, as well as his two fellow riders. They were welcomed as honored guests to Rivendell, as Haldir had always guarded Lorien well from intruders. Elrond was rather fond of him, the truth be known.

Aragorn and Arwen talked animatedly with each other, her bright eyes smiling and laughing at something Aragorn had said. She
spoke in a low voice so that naught but murmurs could be heard. Lord Elrond seemed rather agitated at them, but held his peace. After a few moments, he stood and moved down into the dinner crowd, speaking with some of the Elf Lords, as well as the handmaidens. He spotted Pippin and Merry talking conspiratorially amongst each other, and shook his head. There was no telling what the two Hobbits had cooked up this time.

Across the table from them sat Frodo and Sam, eating silently and sipping their mugs of ale. Elrond approached their table, nearly smiling at how quickly Pippin and Merry ceased their conversation. “Good evening, fine Hobbits. How do you fare?”

Frodo smiled. “Very well, Master Elrond. This is a fine feast, as usual!”

“And we can’t wait for the dancing!” Pippin said excitedly. Merry nodded as well, enthusiasm shining in his large Hobbit eyes. Sam simply nodded, not one to be very gregarious. Frodo normally had to push him out onto the dance floor, and even then, Samwise Gamgee did not stay long, despite the fact that he really was quite a good dancer.

“Well, my friends, please enjoy your dinner! And then I would recommend that you try,” he said, with emphasis on the word ‘try,’ “to get as much rest as possible before your journey.” The Hobbits nodded, though Elrond doubted they would be getting much sleep at all. “Good evening, then,” he bade them.

“Good night, Master Elrond,” they chorused, nearly as one.

As Elrond left their table, his eyes searched the room for a certain person, who was still missing. Coralynne had not shown up yet or dinner, and it had started well over an hour ago. He hoped she was alright, that perhaps she had just been tired, but he had noticed a pensive, apprehensive look on Legolas’ visage all evening.

Something had happened between Legolas and her. He only hoped it would serve to be good for them, and not tragic, as some
relationships were fated to be. He cast a sidelong glance at Arwen, who smiled so brightly that he felt his heart would crack. At times he would almost swear she was Tinuviel herself, not born again, but the original, such was her beauty and grace. To think of her fate was too painful, so he pulled his mind away from those depressing and disheartening thoughts.

Coralynne needed to be checked on. If something were to happen to her, he would never be able to regain himself. She was too important to the survival of his race, should ever anything horrible arise to try and defeat their greatness.

As he moved toward the great doors that led to the outside, he felt an arm on his hand and turned to see Legolas, along with Haldir, standing behind him. “We will come with you, Lord Elrond, if you will permit it,” Legolas spoke softly. His eyes were dark with worry, and Elrond nodded. “Of course.”

Haldir sent Legolas a confused glance, earning a solemn shake of the head from his fair-skinned friend. Legolas was worried about her, that much was certain. His flawless brow was drawn downward in a frown, and Haldir wondered what had taken place between his good friend and this Lady.

Elrond hurried down the path, something in his mind signaling distress. Haldir and Legolas moved silently and quickly along behind him, hands on their swords just in case. It was full dark, but their keen eyes gave them no trouble on their way.

The three Elves’ robes fluttered out behind them in the breeze from their quick movement. As they neared Coralynne’s room they found it completely dark, and Legolas’ eyes shot wide open with fright. Drawing his sword, he slammed open the door and hurried inside, while Haldir fumbled for a lamp light. Elrond stood in the middle of the room, shaking his head at what he knew he was to find.

There was a roar of rage, and Elrond stepped in front of Legolas, blocking the blow that was about to be rained down. “Think, my friend. She is not worth your anger.” Then, Elrond turned angry eyes back to the blonde young Elf that stood huddled in the corner. A dagger fell from her shaking hands, clattering to the floor. He was relieved to see that no blood marred its gleaming silver.

“Murder is a crime that never receives pardon, Anarwyn. Your foolishness could have cost Rivendell everything, as well as all of Middle-Earth. What do you have to say in your defense?”

Anarwyn lifted her chin, her eyes gleaming with anger and near-madness. “I hate her! I wish I could have killed her before you
came and ruined everything!” Two large male Elves hurried into the room, summoned by the loud cry. “Take her back to her home, please,” he spoke to them, and turned back to Anarwyn. “You are forever banished from Rivendell. Do not allow your face to be shown here again, for Evil is not permitted inside these walls.”

He turned his back on her as she was led, struggling and crying, from the room. Legolas stood over Coralynne’s bed, watching her. Elrond and Haldir joined him, and each breathed a sigh of relief to see that she remained untouched. “A sleeping mixture has been slipped into her water,” Elrond explained, indicating the golden flute glass next to her bed. “That is why she did not hear her enter.”

“Where were her handmaidens, then?” Haldir demanded, still angry at what had just taken place.

“They are eating dinner, as is everyone else in Rivendell. I shall wake her.” Elrond sat softly on the bed’s edge, took Coralynne’s hand in his, and closed his eyes. Haldir and Legolas backed away to sit in two chairs, waiting patiently. “I think it would be best if we did not tell Lady Coralynne of what has taken place, my friends,” Elrond said softly. The two Elves nodded in agreement. There was no reason to frighten her, or anger her unnecessarily.

Soon, Elrond slipped into a soft sleep, and they watched in silence.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Coralynne shifted on the bed, a sigh on her lips. She was dreaming, in a summery glen filled with beautiful trees and blue skies.
Someone called to her, and she turned, her heart warming at the sight of Lord Elrond raising his hand in welcome. Coralynne
laughed and hurried over to him.

He took her hand in his, bowing over her knuckles in reverent greeting. “Good day, Lady.”

“Lord Elrond! What are you doing here?” she laughed, swishing her long skirt through the leaves that littered the ground. Her smile did not waver an inch.

“I have come to wake you, Lady. You have been sleeping for quite some time, and dinner has begun without you. I fear Dhalaldriel gave you a sleeping potion to aid you in your rest, but it has taken too much of you.”

Coralynne nodded. “I see. Must I wake so soon?”

Elrond nodded, his gray eyes very gentle and assuring. “You must. Come now,” he said, taking her hand, “let us leave this place.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

With a small jerk, Coralynne started, wide awake all at once. From two nearby armchairs two Elves jumped up. She knew Legolas to be one of them, had sensed him there, and recognized Haldir when he came into the light. Elrond sat at her bedside, smiling at her.  “Good evening, Lady,” he said quietly. “You must dress and come to dinner. There is to be much celebration this evening. I will leave you now.” He smiled and, standing slowly, bowed softly to her before exiting her room.

There was a tense feeling about Legolas and Haldir that she did not like, and she sat up, uncaring that she was in her nightdress.
 “What is going on?” she demanded.

Legolas came to stand beside her and shook his head. “We were worried when you did not come to dinner, that is all. It is good that we checked on you when we did, or else you would not have eaten all day! Imagine how poorly you would feel.” He knew it was a terrible excuse, but his rage was still simmering at Anarwyn, and he could not think of anything else to say to her.

Haldir moved toward the bed. “Lady, I must excuse myself. I hope to see you at dinner.” He bowed his head to her and she smiled.  “Of course. I shall join you in a few moments.”

Dhalaldriel appeared in the doorway, her large eyes obviously frightened. It appeared Lord Elrond had told her what had happened. Legolas shook his head at her, and she nodded solemnly, knowing not to tell Coralynne about it.

“I will wait for you outside.” He pressed a kiss to her knuckles and left the room, as Dhalaldriel flitted about, setting aside garments and under things for Coralynne, who sighed and slid her legs from the bed. “I feel as if I’ve been sleeping for ages!” She stretched and smiled at the renewed life in her muscles and bones.

“Well, come, Lady, we must get you dressed,” Dhalaldriel said urgently. “You can’t be missing dinner, now!”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Long minutes later, Coralynne was finally dressed. She wore a dark green velvet dress that clung to her and flared just below her hips. Dhalaldriel had simply braided a small section of hair at each temple, and secured it with more of the flexible silver wire. Soft green slippers to match were on her feet, and she smile as she opened the door, not surprised to see Legolas perched on a rock on the other side of the path.

He jumped up as she approached, and offered her his arm. “Shall we?” he inquired. “Of course, kind sir. Lead the way.”

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

Dinner was still in full swing when they arrived, and many people nodded to her as she passed, smiling and offering words of
greeting. She replied brightly to them, though her mind was on all the delicious foods at the table on the dais. Legolas seated her
beside him, and across the table from Haldir, and the two of them finished eating their meal in companionable silence. Lord Elrond was nowhere to be seen. Likely, he was holding council with Anarwyn’s parents.

If he never seen the wicked Elf girl again it would be too soon. His body still hummed with fury at the thought of what might have happened. He looked on Coralynne, laughing at something Haldir had said.

“Legolas, the dancing will start soon!” she exclaimed, her bright eyes snapping at him. Legolas feigned fright. “Nay! Not so soon! Alas, my poor feet are still sore from being trampled the last time!”

Coralynne pursed her lips and glared at him, unable to keep the grin from her face for long. “Well! I will have you know I have
learned quite a lot since that last most embarrassing display!” She sniffed her nose at him and turned to Haldir. “Kind sir, might I reserve a dance with you?” Her lips twitched upward as she tried to hide a smile at Legolas.

Haldir grinned and slid a glance at Legolas. His friend arched an eyebrow in a mock-challenge, and Haldir laughed aloud. He turned to face Coralynne, and grinned brightly. “Lady, it would be my honor to dance with you.”

“Ah. Wonderful! Thank you, sir, you are too charming.” Coralynne nearly snorted as Legolas glared at his good friend. Haldir was thoroughly enjoying watching the young Prince be thrown off balance. It took quite a lot to rattle the patient young Prince, and it seemed that he was very near to losing his composure. Haldir would bet that there was more than met the eye to the relationship between these two.

The music started up then, and Haldir stood, took Coralynne’s hand, and bowed deeply over it. Legolas’ jaw clinched up, and Haldir smiled. “Dance with me?” he asked with a laugh. Coralynne smiled, looked at Legolas, and nodded.

As Haldir pulled her quickly to her feet, Coralynne hopped up, smoothed her skirts, and moved lightly across the floor to where other couples had commenced their dancing and merrymaking. It seemed she had discovered new grace somewhere deep inside herself, for she moved as though there were wind under her feet, gliding across the floor and back to Haldir without missing a step or a beat.

Legolas watched, scowling. It was all Haldir’s fault. He should have told her no. But then again, Legolas had brought it on himself, hadn’t he? It seemed that Coralynne had been taking lessons, and she was quite good.

He was broken from his thoughts as Boromir and Aragorn sat down at his table. “Good evening, Legolas,” Aragorn said, watching with amusement the sour look upon his friend’s face. He followed the burning gaze to its source and held back a chuckle. He had his answer to the foul mood that clung in the air.

“Same to you, Aragorn. Boromir,” he acknowledged, inclining his head. Boromir nodded and took a healthy swill of his ale. “It might be best if we travel only under cover of day,” he said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “The Uruk-hai can move in the daytime, as we all know.”

“Yes, and there are other dangers about the woods during the night,” Aragorn added. “We shouldn’t take any chances.”

Legolas nodded. “I agree,” he said, thankful for the distraction from Coralynne and Haldir’s smiling faces. “But we must make haste. Haldir tells me Galadriel was very anxious when she sent them on their way.”

“It’s true, we likely don’t fully understand what Elrond and Galadriel know is going to happen,” Boromir said. “What might happen if this change takes place before we get there?”

“It will kill her,” Legolas said without hesitation. The others looked strangely at him. “It is true. This Light that Elrond speaks of… should she be unable to harness it and control it, it will burn her.”

Aragorn swallowed, and Boromir closed his eyes, nearly shuddering at the ghastly visual Legolas’ words brought to mind. “We will see to it that it does not happen, then,” Aragorn said decisively. “If Galadriel is in such a haste to get Coralynne to Lorien, there must be a lot at stake.”

Before Legolas or Boromir could opt in a response Haldir swept up to the table, a laughing and slightly flushed Coralynne in his arms. Though he held quite a respectable distance from her, Legolas still felt the need to punch his nose in. “Care to take a chance, Legolas?” Coralynne asked with a laugh. Legolas scowled and shook his head, glowering into his mug of mulled wine. He ignored the amused looks the three men sent him.

“Well, then,” Coralynne said lightly, “I suppose I will have to take a rest.” Haldir released her and pulled her chair out, slid it in once she settled in. He took a seat next to Aragorn and studied the scene before him silently.

“I’ve already arranged for most of the things we’ll need. Lord Elrond will have the rest waiting when we leave.” Aragorn tossed back the last of his ale and stood. “I recommend that everyone get some rest tonight. We must be fresh and ready for our journey.” He nodded to them. “Goodnight, then.”

The others spoke their biddings, and Aragorn left the hall without another word. Boromir stood then as well, bade them goodnight, and followed his friend’s steps out. Coralynne did not see the other Hobbits around, and figured they must have gone off to bed as well. It probably wasn’t a bad idea, getting some sleep. Dancing with Haldir had been grand fun, but she supposed she was getting tired already.

She stood up and smiled. “I believe I’ve had quite enough excitement for one night. Please excuse me, my Lords.”

Legolas and Haldir shot looks at each other. They both were thinking the same thing. There was still a chance Anarwyn could come back. If she was bold enough to attempt murder, banishment would not stop her, for certain. “We will escort you to your room, Coralynne,” Legolas said quickly. Both of them got to their feet, and Coralynne blushed. “Am I not safe here in Rivendell?” she posed, tilting her head curiously.

“Of course, Lady, but the paths are dark, and your vision is not so keen in the dark as an Elf’s.” Haldir smiled charmingly, and she nodded her acquiescence. The two tall Elves flanked her on either side and led the way from the room.

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~

“Well, I’m glad that’s done,” Haldir said, sighing. He perched himself upon a large stone near the tree line. Legolas and he had
moved toward the forest after assuring that Coralynne was safely tucked away for the evening, and that her handmaidens were
present. From their vantage point they could still see her quarters clearly enough that, should any trouble come calling, they would be able to see and hear.

Haldir studied Legolas’ drawn face. The normally-bright countenance of his good friend was troubled. “Legolas, what is troubling  you?” he asked cautiously, not quite sure how the Prince would respond.

Legolas shook his head. “I keep thinking what might have happened had we not gotten there in time…I keep seeing it, over and over, in my mind. It’s like a scene that won’t go away.” He massaged both temples and closed his eyes again, trying to block out the gruesome images his imagination was spinning.

Nodding, Haldir spoke. “I, too, cannot help but wonder what it would mean for us, for everyone, if that…that Elf,” he spoke, seeming to scorn the word, “had succeeded in her scheme.” He thought for a moment. “What could drive someone to murder in cold blood…”

“Jealousy. Anger. She was always a manipulative one. The other female Elves liked her because she convinced them that they were nothing if not with her, and they believed it as though it were their own fault, their own flaws…I do not understand such things. It is good that she is gone,” he said softly. “Rivendell has no place for ones such as that.”

“It is true,” Haldir said, “that murder is a terrible crime. Galadriel and Celeborn would not permit such a one in Lothlorien, and they surely would not expect Lord Elrond to house her here.”

They sat in companionable silence for long moments after that, each absorbed in his own thoughts and worries. It was a comfortable stillness, communication without speech, that they lingered in. Two good friends that needed no words to express reassurance or comfort to each other. It was good enough to simply be reunited.

After a seeming eternity, Legolas spoke. “Lord Elrond believes that she and I are connected somehow,” he said, rolling a deep green blade of grass between his palms. “He is certain that a splendid quest awaits the both of us…but I wonder…” He paused, plucking up two more strong blades of greenage, braiding them quickly with his deft fingers, “won’t Galadriel wish for her to remain in Lorien?”

Haldir shot a concerned glance to Legolas. He chose his words as carefully as he dared, speaking quietly so as not to let his voice carry further than necessary. “Galadriel will teach her all that she is required to know, it is true. It may take time, plenty of it or very little. But know this,” he said solemnly, “when her teaching is complete, I will return her safely home. You can trust me,” he said, placing a hand on Legolas’ shoulder.

The Prince nodded once, and Haldir felt the tension ebb just a bit. “That is very heartening, my friend. I thank you, and I trust you as always.” He was silent for a moment. “She is very important to me, you know. I cannot picture a sunny day without her smile to match it.”

“I know, my friend…I know…”

PART TWELVE
"Lanat's Truth..."

“Well, my friend, I dare say she’ll be alright this evening,” Haldir said, smothering a yawn. “We, too, need our rest.” He
stood and swished his robes about his ankles to settle them. “Lord Elrond will no doubt be checking in with her while
she sleeps. There is nothing to fear. It is done,” he told him, patting him on the shoulder.

The normally jovial and altogether quite sarcastic Haldir was much too tense after the afternoon’s events to be jovial
and too tired to get any nearer to sarcastic than slightly cranky. He needed sleep and rest, for the long hard ride had
taken quite a lot out of him.

As he headed for his room he noted that Legolas hung back, and shook his head. Taking Legolas’ arm, Haldir gently led
him down the slight incline and back onto the path. “We have no more to fear from Anarwyn. Lord Elrond has banished
her, and none would dare go against his wishes.”

“I suppose you are right. The awareness of what might have happened is still too near my heart to be brushed aside, I
fear.” He gave one last look to the place where Coralynne slept, and nodded. “But yes, we must away.” Following Haldir
down the slight incline to the darkened path, though he did not look back, he left a piece of his heart back from whence
he came.
 
 

~*~*~*~*~*~
 
 

Coralynne sighed and flung an arm across her eyes, rolling over onto her back. Her chest rose and fell with each breath
she drew, and as she exhaled it fluttered the outer covering of her elegant nightdress. Outside her window she heard
the gentle call of birds, and smiled. Their song was so sweet that she could listen for hours on end and never grow tired
of it.

When she had been younger, Lanat had taught her how to whistle back to the birds, to show friendship and good will.
Soon, she had become so skilled at it that the birds would chirp back, even daring to come so close as to peck a seed or
nut from the palm of her hand. Of course, it had only happened a few times, and certainly not since Lanat’s death.

She wondered if she would ever again be able to call to the birds in the happy voice she once had used. It seemed
there was another side of her trying to emerge, a fierce, warrior-like side that cried out for revenge, though Coralynne
knew not what it wanted revenge for. She was not sure if she liked these new feelings, and hoped she had successfully
masked them at dinner. The last thing she needed was any member of the Fellowship fussing over her.

With a groan, she flipped over onto her side, angry with herself for not being able to sleep. Not twenty minutes ago had
Legolas and Haldir escorted her to her chambers and ensured that she was safe. Of course, that had been very odd in
itself. Both Elves had looked in each dark corner of her room, the bathing area, the dressing area…they seemed to be
searching for something.

Or, rather, someone…

Still, it made no sense why they would do that. Perhaps they were just being overprotective because it was so close to
their departure date, and didn’t want to take any chances. Aragorn seemed the sort that took a task very seriously, and
he meant to complete it.

Once again, she tried to close her eyes and relax, but sleep refused to overtake her. It was useless to simply lie there
and fume, she decided. Grumbling to herself, she slid from the bed, nearly gasping at the cold stone against her bare
feet. On an elaborate pole in a corner, a thick cloak hung, blacker than midnight and very soft to the touch. She draped
it about her shoulders and fastened its single silver clasp, slid on a pair of soft slippers, and took a deep breath before
going out the large door.

The night was black, but the moon shone so brightly that it illuminated everything just enough to let her eyes adjust.
The gentle light gave Rivendell a surreal, almost dreamlike quality that hypnotized her. She still did not know the paths
very well, but figured since she wouldn’t be getting any sleep she might as well explore them. Beautiful trees lined many
of the paths, their golden leaves littering the ground at her feet and cushioning the sound of her footfalls as she
traversed the darkness.

Unbidden, she began to sing, not words, but a melody spun of interlocking syllables that wove its way throughout the
limbs and statues placed about her. Her soft voice was clear in the cool air, and she remained quiet enough that none
could hear her who were not listening intently. It had been so long since she had sung that she was surprised her voice
obeyed her commands, fluttering and swelling with emotion at the intervals she crooned.

She continued on throughout a wooded section, gliding her palms along the trunk of a tree, smiling at nothing particular.
Her blood began to rush, as though she had taken too much wine, and it went to her head, leaving a wonderful, happy
feeling behind. Laughing out loud, she danced about the tree, her feet tapping the ground with the grace of a trained
dancer.

Her melody became jovial and sprightly, and she took it up a notch, feeling the pulse of the song in her blood, in her
soul. It was a song of happiness and innocence, and it warmed her despite the evening’s chill. “Look to my heart and
see a woman,” she called out to the trees, her voice clear but whisper-soft in the evening, “but look in my soul and see
an Elf, bound by nothing but love and laughter to this sacred and wonderful place! I am home!” she breathed, closing
her eyes and soaking up all around her.

Like a dream, a vision flickered before her, and Coralynne gasped. Spellbound, she moved forward gracefully, the skirt of
her gown barely brushing the leaves. “Lanat,” she cried, upon closer inspection. “Lanat, what do you do?”

The vision laughed and extended an arm out to her. “My Lady, how you have grown in the last days. Your smile…” he
said, brushing a finger across her cheek. His smile faded and he dropped his hand to his side.

“What is wrong, Lanat? And how are you here? You’re…you’re…”

“Shh…I have not yet crossed to the land of peace and rest, my angel. I will watch over you always, though my heart
tells me that task is being taken up by many others, brave and noble, who honor you and cherish you as I did.” He
searched her face, his handsome features clouding over for faint seconds. “Something troubles you.”

Coralynne gazed into her beloved friend’s eyes, their crystalline depths calling to her. She felt safe once more, and
longed for nothing more than to curl up in his arms and go to sleep. “I am to travel to Lorien, Lanat. Galadriel wishes to
teach me things…things that I am not sure I wish to learn!”

Lanat sighed, and smiled at her. Leaning close, he picked up a lock of her hair and smoothed it with his fingers, led her
to a large fallen log and sat down upon it, pulling her down with him. He knew that he would only have this one night to
tell her good-bye, and set her fears aside, and he meant to use it.

“Angel, this is something you must do…something that was written in the stars for you long before any of us came unto
this place…Rivendell will need you in the future, and in order to complete the task that Fate will lay upon your shoulders
you must heed Galadriel’s words, and learn all that you can from her, for she is very wise. She will not lead you astray.”

“But what of Legolas?” she asked, resting her head against Lanat’s shoulder. “I love him…”

“Ah, yes, the Elf warrior. He is of good heart, be assured, and he loves you as well. But things do not always work out in
the way we expect, Coralynne…you must be willing to accept your fate as he is to take his own. Do you understand?”

She shook her head. “No. And I don’t want to. I want to live happily for the rest of my days, and if I can have Legolas at
my side that will be enough.”

Lanat wrapped an arm about her shoulder and squeezed her to him, feeling her fears and her wants. “Then take each
day as a gift, and ingrain each touch,” he said, pressing a kiss to her temple, “each word, and each smile into your
memory, so that you will always have him near, no matter how your destiny turns.”

Coralynne nodded, knowing that he was right. “Why did you not tell me of who I am?” she whispered, closing her eyes
and inhaling the strength of him, memorizing his presence, the strength of his arms and embrace, for future recollection.
She knew she did not have him for long.

“Because, sweet, I could not. The power that you are destined to wield is too great. Should darkness take sway over
you, Middle-earth would be doomed for all eternity. With that kind of power fighting for good and Light, as it was
intended at its time of creation, it is another assurance against the terrible power of Sauron.”

“I don’t understand it, Lanat. I don’t think I ever will. But I will do what I must, if it is written in my stars to do so.”

The two remained silent for long moments, each absorbing the feel of the other’s company for the last time, hoping it
would be enough to fuel memories for a lifetime.

At long last, Coralynne spoke, not quite sure how to go about voicing what she wished to say. “Lanat…I have been
having feelings,” she began, and nearly winced at the way it came out. He raised his eyebrow at her. “Feelings, angel?”

“Yes, feelings,” she snapped, and jumped up from the log, cranky at his amused scrutiny. Now it was like old times, she
thought dryly.

“Like what?” he asked, lazily wrapping his arms about his drawn-up knee. The action reminded her of Legolas and she
smiled before continuing.

“I feel…stronger…braver. I fear no physical enemy, though my mind spins enough possibilities to keep me afraid for a
lifetime. It is like I am invincible, though I know I am not,” she finished lamely, at a loss of ways to explain.

Lanat nodded. “The transformation process is beginning…You must make haste to Lorien, Coralynne. You know what will
happen to you if you make the change before reaching Galadriel, don’t you?”

She shook her head in confusion.

Lanat took her hand and drew her to stand before him. Pressing a kiss to her lips, he spoke. “It will burn you, sweet. A
fire so hot that no life could withstand it…that is why Galadriel seeks you so impatiently.”

Coralynne’s eyes widened. “Why was I not told of this?” she mused, more to herself than to the troubled blonde Elf
before her. Her brows drew downward in a frown, but Lanat caught her before she could turn away. Deep in thought,
she shook her head. “Galadriel came to me…in a dream…I had all but forgotten it until now. She told me that she would
lift the spell, and that I would take my true form when I experienced love in its purest expression…”

Lanat blushed and ducked his head, and Coralynne laughed. “Sir, you are bashful as an Elfling! Surely you are familiar
with what I speak!” Her eyes danced to see him so uncomfortable. She supposed she could not have had a better
stand-in for a brother, so protective was he.

Lanat raised an eyebrow. “Quite,” he said, and the look he sent her caused her to blush, reminding her that she,
however, was not at all familiar.

“Alright, you’ve made your point, my friend,” she grumbled, embarrassed at the blush that climbed her cheeks.

“Come, sit with me,” he said, and she slid into his protective embrace comfortably. He pressed a kiss to her temple
again, and rested his head against hers. He remained silent for a long time, and Coralynne felt herself grow tired in his
arms. It was no surprise, really. Lanat had always had that effect on her, making her feel so secure that she needed no
barriers.

Lanat felt her breathing deepen in his arms, and he smiled. Like always, she had fallen asleep while he comforted her.
How he would miss this golden-haired witch…but he must go. His time ran out quickly.

“Coralynne, come, I will take you back to your chambers.” She murmured something and burrowed her head into his
shoulder. He smiled, and stood slowly, not wishing to disturb her any more than necessary. It would be a long walk back
to her quarters, but she did not weigh enough to tire him.

As he walked, he spoke to her in Elvish, whispered things that he was glad she could not understand. Bound by his oath
to protect his fiery charge, he knew he had fallen in love with her from the moment he’d found her, scared, huddled into
a ball in a tree upon the highest branch she could reach. He’d taught her, consoled her, and watched her blossom into a
young woman of strength, grace, fairness, and a keen wit…he’d lost his heart that day, and known that he would die
loving her.

And he had, he remembered. The Orcs had done their work well, and he still flinched to remember the cruel torture
before the sweet oblivion of death had taken him. The pain, and the horrible faces, that had once been Elves as he
was…He shuddered and drew his mind away. Yet, despite all that, he had been granted one request, to come back and
say goodbye to his beloved…

He knew she looked on him as naught but a brother, a protector…a friend. That was all right, and it had always been
enough. Lanat, before he had known of Coralynne, had been quite a charmer, indeed. Anarwyn’s deceitful words had
rung true of that fact, though he had never overstepped boundaries, nor acted disrespectfully, feeling that there was
something greater he was missing. He’d found it in a honey-haired woman with a clever tongue and a keen mind, and
lost it all in the breadth of a heartbeat.

In his arms, Coralynne still slept peacefully, and he smiled at her innocent face. No, she was not meant for his love…
Legolas had that honor. A Prince and a Queen…how fitting, he thought to himself. He entertained the notion of paying a
visit to the Elven Prince before the night ended, and deemed that he may do just that. Legolas had strength of
character and a large heart, with enough love to last the Ages.

And, Fate willing, he’d be granted the opportunity to give it, and have it returned. Lanat knew that Coralynne was
deeply in love with the Prince, and he was saddened that it still ripped his heart in two.

He wished that Coralynne would wake up and drag him from his despairing thoughts. All he needed was one smile. Still,
she seemed like a child again to him, trusting and innocent in his arms, and he shook his head, grateful that he would
get to say goodbye this time.

He neared her bedroom door and entered silently. Her handmaidens were nowhere in sight, and Lanat breathed a sigh
of relief. It would be rather hard to explain a different blonde Elf escorting her to her room in the wee hours of the night.

Easing her onto the bed, he supported her with one arm while his other hand undid the cloak’s silver clasp. Deftly, he
whisked it from about her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. Her white gown remained, and Lanat’s eyes were drawn
to her. He had never seen her clothed as such, and the sight of her creamy shoulders and long, elegant arms made his
head spin.

“Well, that’s enough looking for me,” he commented to himself, and slid her legs beneath the thick bedspread.

Coralynne’s eyes fluttered open. “What…Where…Lanat!” she cried, wrapping her arms about him in fright. It seemed
she had forgotten where she was for a moment. He smiled at her and embraced her back, knowing it was time to bid
her goodbye. “Sweet, listen to me. You are back home, in your room, where you belong. I must go now,” he said
brokenly, unable to conquer the hitch in his voice. Coralynne’s eyes shone with tears, and she frowned, fighting the
need to cry. “No, you can’t…I need you…Please don’t leave me…”

Lanat closed his eyes, pleading his ancestors for the strength to walk away from this woman. “I must. Remember,
sweet, I’ll always be here,” he said, touching the skin above her heart. “If you need me, I will come. You’ll never be
without me, little one…” he said, unable to resist embracing her one last time.

Coralynne wept openly now, feeling as though her heart was being wrenched from her body. “Please, no…” she
pleaded, “let him stay with me…don’t take him away…” Her body trembled, wracked with silent sobs.

Lanat squeezed his eyes tightly shut, clenching his strong jaw. Fate could be cruel, and he prayed she would never
suffer the soul-wrenching agony of having her true love torn from her, as he was now. Her tears burned to his soul, hot
and wet upon his skin through the thin leathers of his tunic. “Now, rest easy, beloved,” he whispered, regaining himself.
“The time for us has passed. Another awaits your love, and loves you in return. He is the one destiny intended for you,
sweet. Take his love, yet do not forget mine. I will always love you, angel.”

Coralynne sniffed, and nodded, blinking furiously to clear the tears that clouded her vision. Lanat eased her onto her
back, resting against the fluffy pillows. He embraced her one last time, tightly, and moved back. For the last time, he
looked his fill of her in person. He memorized her green eyes, the length and sway of her hair, the gentle way she
opened and closed her lashes…all of it became a part of him, and he smiled, knowing that, someday soon, he would
come and see her again.

He touched her cheek, and she closed her eyes. “Losto, hodo, my love…Renich nin…”

And then he was gone. Coralynne lay in her bed, tears streaming from her tortured eyes like the mightiest waterfall, and
she poured out her love for him, pure as snow, until she had nothing left to cry. Stricken and hurting, she pressed the
back of her hand to her mouth, fighting back the wails of grief. She had thought it would be so much easier to say
goodbye to him, and instead found herself in the same pain as before…

Yet, though she spoke no Elvish, her heart knew the words he told her. “Sleep, lie still, my love…remember me…”

And she would. For the rest of her days she would remember the strong and gentle Elf that led her to be the woman
she was.

And finally, sometime around dawn…

She fell asleep.

PART THIRTEEN
An Unexpected Visit…

Legolas laid upon his bed, sleeping, in the fashion that Elves do. His mind wandered many paths of beauty and
colorful dreams, resting itself and rejuvenating all at once. His eyes remained open, and he seemed to be in a bit of
a trance.

It was thus that Lanat came upon him. He studied the Elf Prince for long moments, his movements unheard even by
Legolas’ keen ears. There were things to discuss and warnings to be given, and it wouldn’t do to be shot through
with an arrow before he stated who he was. It was not often that an Elf who had passed on would come and walk
among his kin, but this was a special circumstance, made possible for a very special woman who had wished
fervently for it to be so.

All at once, Legolas jerked upright, intense eyes scanning the darkness of his room, where he had opted to sleep
this night. Someone was in the room, yet the presence felt friendly. He forced himself to relax and speak. “Reveal
yourself,” he spoke, his voice soft yet commanding obedience in the dark of the night.

A tall Elf stepped forward, his face half shrouded in the dark. But Legolas could see far and wide, and he knew that
the features were strong and handsome, chiseled and sharp as Elves were. And just as quickly he knew who it was
he gazed upon, and was honored.

“Lanat Spearhawk, it is a great honor you bestow upon me with your presence,” Legolas spoke, choosing his words
carefully. It appeared Coralynne’s confidant had come to say goodbye.

The tall blonde Elf regarded Legolas silently for long moments before speaking. “Prince Legolas, we finally meet. I
have not long, but I wished to hold council with you before departing. I have already said goodbye to her,” he said,
answering Legolas’ unspoken question, and continuing. “She understands. You, however, may not.” Lan took a
seat across from Legolas, in an ornately carved chair padded with deep crimson velvets. “I will speak bluntly. You
must not touch Coralynne before she reaches Lorien.” His gaze held to Legolas’, and the Elf Prince ducked his head.

“I did not intend to touch her at all, Lord,” Legolas defended, keeping his voice soft. Many other Elves were likely
about, and he did not fancy the idea of them overhearing.

Lan shrugged. “If it is destined to happen, it will come to pass. But you know what will happen to her if the journey
strays and she does not reach the Golden Wood in time.”

“I do.”

“Good. Then you understand what I am telling you. The transformation, the key. Coralynne knows this. Galadriel
visited her in a dream and gave her fair warning, but I fear she does not understand exactly what that entails. She
is innocent.” His look was a warning, and Legolas did not miss it.

“Quite. My only concern is for her safety. Do not be troubled.” Wide awake, Legolas slid his knees up and looped his
arms around them, his relaxed and lazed posture not fooling Lanat a bit. The Elf was strung taut as a bowstring,
alert and on the ready. He seemed to have taken exception to Lanat’s implications.

“I do not intend to offend, Prince Legolas. Please know that Coralynne is…very dear to my heart. I would see her
safe and happy. Protected. I am all she has known in her twenty years, and she is unaccustomed to our ways,
compared to one raised with our kin. Can you give that to her, Legolas? I do not doubt that your love is true for one
another. There may come a time that you must let her go. Can you do that?”

Legolas thought for a moment, gazing at nothing in particular. Could he? Could he love her and let her go? If it
came down to it he may not even have the choice. Yet he knew, if it was best for her, that he would release her. He
would leave, if that was the only way. “Yes. Yes, I could. But I would not know love again, know that as a certainty.
I would sooner walk into the fires of Mordor than let her slip away from me. But I would do it, if it was necessary.”

Lanat nodded, satisfied. “Your heart and your love are great, Prince. I expect Coralynne knows her own mind. She
is smart, and capable of taking care of herself. But do not forget that she is young, and her love is pure. It is a great
burden that Fate has placed upon her shoulders, and many things will change.” He stood and straightened his
tunic, nodded to Legolas. “You are brave and a great warrior, Legolas. Do for her what I cannot. Love her, hold her,
take care of her. Do not stray.”

Legolas shook his head and stood as well, facing him. “I will not.”

Lan clasped his shoulders. “Then farewell, good Prince. Be well.”

“Go in peace, Lanat.”

Then, with a nod and a brief, brilliant smile, the Elf was gone.

Legolas moved back to his bed, no longer able to take rest. He felt shaken, yet stronger. Lanat had left a piece of
himself behind, an energy, or a life force. It really did not matter, he supposed. It was all over now. Lan was gone
for good, at least to him. Likely he would go to Coralynne upon rare occasion. That was alright. Their bond was not
broken now, not even in death, and it was the same for him.

Even now she filled his mind, and frozen pictures came to him in flashes. He shook them off and moved to the door,
donning his soft slipper boots. Dawn was slipping up over the horizon, the sun creeping slowly into the sky. Birds
chattered in the crisp cool air, and he breathed deeply of it, relishing its feel inside his lungs. He felt refreshed
again, and ready to take in the day, along with whatever it brought him.

They were to depart for Lorien on the morn. It was a long journey, and he suspected they would pass through the
Gap of Rohan rather than pass over the mountains. They could make better time on horseback that way, and it was
apparent that Aragorn wanted to make this journey in much haste. He, too, knew what lay at stake if they tarried.

Subconsciously he took the path that led to Coralynne’s chambers, and stopped himself when he realized what he
was doing. He must keep his wits about him where she was concerned, try to keep a safe distance so he was not
tempted to get close to her during their long travels.

Turning himself about, he headed back and seated himself upon a bench, took in the view of the beautiful falls just
beyond the city. He steadied himself, centered his thoughts.

It was going to be a long day.
 
 

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Coralynne stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. She had not slept well. There were pale circles beneath her eyes, and
she could almost feel them weighing her down. Lethargy filled her limbs, and she felt light- headed and weak. She
fervently hoped she was not taking ill. Not so soon before their journey. She mustn’t fall to it, she decided, and
shook it off, ignoring the pulling ache in her muscles as she got out of bed.

Dhalaldriel helped her to dress, this morning in the same leggings and tunic as before, per Coralynne’s request.
They were much more comfortable than the dresses, though they were lovely. Today, she wanted to go out to the
pasture and groom Dananir. She could almost feel the horse calling to her, and he was magnificent. She was not so
bold as to say he was wonderful as Shadowfax, the mount of Gandalf, but he was close. Power, speed, and agility,
just like the other great horse of Rohan. A great gift to Elrond, though he had not been able to use it.

She tied her own hair back with a leather thong, freeing it from her face. There would be much to do before their
journey, she was sure, but she did not know how to help. It seemed that there was naught to do but wait.

Coralynne hated waiting.

Instead she thanked Dhalaldriel and left her bright, airy room, moving instantly for the stables. Some alone time
was just what she needed after last night. Her thoughts threatened to turn somber and dark, and just as quickly as
they came she shooed them away. Today she needed to focus on fighting off whatever it was that was laying claim
to her body and siege to her breathing passages. With each passing second she could breathe less and less
through her nose, and soon was only breathing from her mouth in short huffs.

She reached the stable, feeling dreadful. Dananir snorted in welcome upon her entrance, and it made her smile. He
tossed his head up and down, anxious to go out. Without hesitation she flung wide the stall doors, laughed when
he rubbed up against her, laying his head over her shoulder. A scratch behind the ears and along the sleek lines of
his neck, and he was satisfied, moving away to stand patiently.

She bothered not with saddle or bridle, opting instead to ride as Elves do, without assistance. Swinging up onto his
back she communicated her wishes through nudges and the shifting of her posture rather than words. They moved
like music, and his velvety ears flicked to and fro at her, listening. His body was tuned to her movements, and he
gladly bore her weight.

Still, her muscles ached, and with each stride the pounding in her head increased, so much that she felt as though
an axe were taken to it. If she could simply hide it away, she would be well enough to travel by morning, and all
would be well. It would not be difficult to feign wellness for such a short time.

Stubbornly, she shook her head, instantly regretting it as the world swam and the edges of her vision darkened.
Perhaps this was not such a good idea. Tempted to turn back, she asked Dananir to pause, and he stood silently.
Coralynne sighed, cursing the fatigue and nagging ache that pervaded her entire being.

This was not fair.

And for that, she continued on.

Soon she found herself surrounded by trees, and soaked up the sunlight filtering through their branches. The grass
was still green, though not as fresh, perhaps, as it would be at the turn of the season. Leaves littered the ground,
browned and crisped from the sun. She found them quite beautiful, undisturbed and peaceful as they were. It
seemed a shame to tread on them. Light, fresh scents floated on a breeze so slight it could only be felt when
Dananir moved or changed direction.

On and on she rode, and lost all sense of time or direction. It was dangerous, it was foolish…and she did not care.
Her head swam with fever and dizziness, and all at once she knew she could ride no further, be it back to her
chamber or away. Her limbs began to tremble and shake, her skin chilled and rising with goose bumps. Coralynne
rubbed at them for warmth, but found no comfort.

Desperate and unable to hang on any longer, she slid herself from Dananir’s back, managing to prop herself up
against a large tree. Seconds later, darkness edged in upon her vision, and the bright day faded to velvety black,
pulling her along into the abyss.

PART FOURTEEN
Journey To Lorien…

Haldir tipped his chin up, letting the soft breeze play through his hair and dance upon his skin. Many long hours had
he been out in the woods, walking, letting his mind travel such paths as it would, yet keen still were his senses,
tuned finely to all the sounds and movements about him. He heard the twittering of the birds, movements of mice
and deer through the wood. Nothing escaped his knowledge, and he continued.

When he heard the hoof beats padding through the foliage he shrugged them off, but once they were past him,
and he caught a familiar impression of light and bright, he followed them. Indeed it was Lady Coralynne, riding out
alone, and foolishly.

He still could not see her, yet he could sense her, and it formed a picture in his mind. Something was wrong. She
rode unsteadily, wavering this way and that, as though she were wounded or sick. Alarm tingled down his spine,
and he hurried to catch up to her, moving silently and with much speed through the branches. Too late, he watched
as she slid from the great beast’s back and through much effort rest herself against the trunk of the tree.

Her eyes were closed, and she breathed in short puffs. A moment later her body went limp and he knew she had
fainted. Haldir leapt to the ground, racing to her side. When he took her hand it was chilly, and clammy to the touch.
Gently he placed a hand upon her brow, his eyebrows shooting upward at the immense heat blazing beneath his
palm. She was quite seriously ill, and he feared what the fever may have done to her.

Ever so smoothly he swept her up into his arms, turning to the great steed that was Coralynne’s mount. “I beg
thee only once bear me back to Rivendell, for she is in great danger,” he spoke, slowly, his words reaching the
great stallion’s flickering ears. He knew that Dananir understood, and the horse moved closer, communicating his
acquiescence where no words could be spoken.

Acting as fast as he could without jostling her, Haldir propped her up on the horse and swung up behind her,
speaking to the horse in the Elven tongue. “Noro lim, Dananir! Noro lim!” Dananir was off like a swift arrow, his
powerful quarters making strides that Haldir would have marveled at, had the situation not been so serious. He did
not know what was wrong with Coralynne, nor how she had managed to become ill…something niggled in the back
of his mind, but no matter how much he prodded it he could not understand what it was. No matter. Lord Elrond
would know what to do about it, if only he could get there.

Giving himself over to the horse’s great speed and strength, he held tight to Coralynne, still breathing in a shallow
manner, clasped tight in his arms. Her skin felt at once fiery and chilled, and he urged the horse along.

At last they reached the borders of Imladris, yet Haldir did not stop. Dananir sped along the paths, and he hoped
that no one would get in his way. He rode straight up to the door of Elrond’s hall, where he knew he would find the
Half-Elven. Dananir stood still as he dismounted, gently gathering Coralynne into his arms. Racing through the
doors, he found Lord Elrond standing in the sunlight near an open window.

“Lord Elrond! Come quickly! Something is amiss!” Even as the words issued forth from his lips, Elrond came, his
crimson robes fluttering with the hurried movement. He took one look at her face, and narrowed his eyes. “Bring
her. Quickly now.” He turned and exited the hall quickly, Haldir close behind his heels, Coralynne draped in his arms.

They entered a large chamber, one that appeared to be used for healing, for there were no personal effects, and
the décor was sparse at best. Still, the room held a simple elegance, with its creamy white furnishings and elegant
lines. As he was instructed, Haldir laid her gently upon the bed. Elrond sat beside her and took her hand, closing his
eyes briefly.

“Leave us, Haldir o Lorien. Find Legolas. Bring him here.” Then he closed his eyes again, and bent his head, and
Haldir quickly made his leave, searching for his friend.
 
 

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Hours later, Elrond emerged from the large chamber. Legolas and Haldir paced near the door, and upon his exit
came to precise attention.

“Poison,” Elrond explained, wiping his heated brow in a weary gesture. “I do not know from whence it came, but it
was part of the sleeping potion Anarwyn gave to her. The effect it has taken on her body is…I have done all that I
can. She is sleeping soundly now, and the heat fever has gone.” He faced them gravely, and continued. “She must
still make the journey to Lorien, no matter what comes to pass. You will leave on the morrow. Until then, I will
strengthen her, and aid her as I can. Go now and rest, for she will not awaken until morn.”

Elrond spoke not again to them, and instead exited the chamber, leaving behind Coralynne’s handmaiden,
Dhalaldriel, and another young girl, to take her care. Legolas liked not the idea of leaving her alone, yet there was
naught else for him to do but wait.

“Come, my friend,” Haldir said. “There is much to be done, and much to speak on. Upon the morrow, you will come
and check on her, and you will see that all is well. She will be ready to travel, and if she is not, we will keep her safe
until we reach Lorien, where Galadriel may cure what ails her.”

“Indeed, my friend, you speak wisely. Yes, let us go. Rest is all that will benefit her now. Elrond will assist her.”

And so the two Elves left the great chamber, and the great hall, and passed outside into the crisp fresh air.

“When I found her, I came as quickly as I could,” Haldir told Legolas later, seated upon a large boulder near the
falls. Legolas stood at the water’s edge, relishing the light mist that peppered his cheeks and forehead, cooling him.

“Promise me, Haldir,” Legolas said softly, seeing his own reflection ripple in the soft water. “Swear to me that you
will keep her safe while she is in Lorien. I will have to return home to my father, and see to my affairs there. It may
take long for me to return. Watch over her for me, and see that she does not forget…”

Haldir studied Legolas for a long moment. The Prince intended to leave, then, upon reaching the Golden Wood. But
why? Why would he leave her when he could stay? Did he fear that he could not let her go, that he would lose her?
Something was bothering him, that much he knew for certain, but he knew not what it was.

“Of course, Legolas. I will never allow any harm to come to her. She will be like a sister to me, and I will keep her
until your return, or until I am to return her to Rivendell.” He spoke softly, his voice carrying out over the steaming
waters and through the clear sky.

Legolas sighed deeply. “I thank you, my friend. It is good to know that I may place faith in you. I know you will not
stray.” He turned back to the water, and closed his eyes. Could he really do it? Let her go? Lanat had asked it of
him, and he had answered aye, but his heart cried out nay. Nay!

It was not his place to choose what would come to pass. Not for anyone, not even himself. Some things could be
controlled, while others were far beyond change, and well they should be. Intentions could become marred and
tainted with self-interest, and greed. These things were best kept out of reach, and safe from interference.

They stood like that awhile, until they grew weary and parted, each seeking their own measures of rest and
comfort. Dusk came, and night passed, dark and cold. Yet upon the dawn, the sun shone brightly down upon
Imladris, and the hearts of all who dwelt there were lightened. It was a new day, and all things were possible.

As for Lord Elrond and Coralynne, he sat next to the poisoned young woman upon her bed, in the darkness,
clasping one of her hands in his own, and speaking fervently in hushed Elvish, words of calming and comfort. In the
dream world, Coralynne was lost, wandering in an endless abyss of dark and drear. Elrond guided her, his strong
voice leading her up from the depths of the Shadow and back to the Light that was her stronghold. She saw him
and clasped his outstretched hand, and he pulled her towards him, protecting her from the dark beasts that
pursued. And suddenly, with a few dark words from him, words of condemnation, the darkness was banished, and
only a pure white light remained.

“Lord, I thank you. The hour is dark and I am weary. I do not know the way,” Coralynne said, and there was sorrow
upon her brow.

“Then hold tight to my hand, and I will guide you home. A foul poison is in your veins, and this you must fight. Orcish
poison it is, and deadly. But I am here with you, and we will face this battle together. Do not fear, for all will be
well.” And they fought the darkness and poison as one, with Lord Elrond Half-Elven’s strength to aid her. After many
long hours the battle was won, and both warriors were weary and weak.

Coralynne’s body shivered with the renewed life and blood flowing through her veins, and she gasped aloud. In an
urgent voice she called for Legolas, for she was aware now and worried of her love’s thoughts. Elrond raised his
head and looked at the young woman, and he saw then how obvious it was that she was of Royal blood. Her
bearing and manner alone, humble and innocent, would give her away to anyone.

And yet there were cards yet un-played in the unfolding of the years and of the Ages, and he had but a slight
inkling of things yet to come to pass. Many things would change, and soon. For better or worse he knew not, but
these thoughts overall he kept to himself.

Coralynne’s maid went to fetch the Elven Prince, and while she was away he spoke to her, in hushed Elvish tones.
He told her that everything would be alright, that Legolas was coming for her even as he spoke. She was
comforted, and they looked into each other’s eyes for long moments, solemn understandings and many messages
sent between their minds. They heard each other’s thoughts clearly, and responded, and she felt as though once
more she had one whom she could call a father. Yet he was more than that. A confidante, one who understood
more than most the conflict in her heart, or that which would soon be.

But soon Legolas came, and close behind followed Haldir. Aragorn, too, slipped into the room, to announce that all
were ready to leave, and then slipped out as quietly as he came.

“The poison has gone, Legolas,” Elrond said, standing from his perch at her bedside after gently placing her hand
back at her side, “but she is weary, and weak. A great battle she has fought and won this day.”

Coralynne smiled, and her wan face brightened a little. “But not alone, Lord. Not alone.”

Elrond smiled and left the chamber.

Kneeling before her, Legolas took the hand that Elrond had released. “How do you fare?” he asked, keeping his
voice soft so as not to jar her, if Elves’ speech could ever be jarring.

Coralynne smiled. “I have been better, love. Much better. But all will pass, and there is a journey to make. I was in
good hands.”

“I am in debt to Lord Elrond, then. More, I fear, than I will ever be able to repay.”

“As am I. But let us speak of this later. I must dress and make ready for our trip. First, I must speak to Haldir.” He
came forward, and she cast warm eyes on his face. “I cannot thank you enough, Haldir of Lorien. Were it not for
you…”

“We will not speak of it. But I beg of you, Lady, if ever again you feel so ill, keep within the sight and hearing of
those who may help. For next time it may not be me who finds you, but an Orc, or some evil thing of Shadow.”

Coralynne nodded. “Fair is fair, Sir, if you promise but to act accordingly should you stumble across me as such
again. Do you accept?” she asked, smiling. Haldir nodded. “Excuse me, then, but I must go and ready my horse. It
pleases me that you are well, Lady. Until we ride, then.” And he inclined his head to her and was gone, leaving
Legolas and her alone.

He stood, righting his quiver behind his back. “Are you well enough to ride alone?” he asked, holding both her
hands to assist her as she stood. He kept his eyes averted from her gown, of the sheerest white, and did his best
to remain polite but distant with her. He must not be tempted, not even for a second, to touch her at all, until they
reached Lorien and Galadriel. Lanat had told him so, and he knew it must be true.

“I will be fine once I have taken food and drink, and dressed properly. Until then I bid you good morning, love.” She
leaned up and kissed his cheek, and it took all his strength to keep from taking her lips.

“As you wish, then. All will be ready upon your arrival.” And he turned and strode from the room, his footfalls making
no sound upon the marble floors.

Dhalaldriel soon returned with a habit suitable for riding, of a light grey and the softest material she had yet felt
upon her skin. It was, as her prior outfit, after the tunic fashion of all the Elves, and a midnight blue mantle was cast
over the top, and clasped at her throat with a brooch of silver, and set with a vivid stone of blue that flashed in the
sunlight.

She ate a light breakfast of bread and cheese, and a bit of wine, and felt considerably better than she had before.
The weariness crept from her body and her muscles, and her head lightened upon the departure of all her worries.

Lord Elrond met her at the head of the van, as everyone was already mounted and ready to go. Legolas had
already saddled Dananir for her, and sat atop his own mount holding the reins.

Elrond took her hands in his and embraced her. When he drew back his eyes were glittering. “Upon you the fate of
my haven rests. Someday you will be needed, and verily you will come. This I know, and in this I place my faith. You
are special, child, and though a great burden has been placed about your shoulders you will bear it as one does a
task that cannot be avoided. Have faith, and do not forget this place…or me. I look upon you as a daughter, and yet
you are more. In a time of need you have only to call, and I will come.” He kissed her brow and gazed once more
into her eyes, with his own being so knowing and so gentle, grey like the sea after a storm.

“Your spirit is great, and your destiny holds many changes. Be not afraid of them, and embrace them, for they will
make you that which you are meant to be. Go now, and do not be troubled. My thoughts will be ever on you, and I
will watch over you. Those that go with you this day will protect you from physical harm. Place your trust in them if
you will, and return to me when it is time.” He placed his hands about her shoulders and squeezed. His eyes were
not grim, and they were smiling.

Coralynne blinked back tears that threatened to spill over, and buried her head in his shoulder for a scant second.
Elrond knew, and understood, and embraced her back. She pulled away and the tears were gone. None had seen
them, and she was grateful. “I do not fear it, anymore. My destiny. I go with open arms into what the world will
bring me, and I am gladdened of it. My heart grows wild, and I am restless. But I will return, my Lord. I will return.”

Then, smiling, she turned and mounted her horse, took the reins from Legolas. She watched as Arwen embraced
Aragorn, and the two shared a long look, and they kissed before he mounted his great steed. “We ride to
Lothlorien, my friends.”

“May your path be not troubled,” Elrond called, and raised his hand in farewell.

And so they departed Imladris, and their hearts were not troubled so much as they feared. Gimli rode now with
Legolas, and the Hobbits were each borne by a hardy pony. Sam rode Bill, and there was ever a bond between
them, for Bill was a faithful pony and stout of heart, as Samwise Gamgee was a Hobbit, and faithful, and stout of
heart as well. He remembered Aragorn saying that to him back at the Prancing Pony of Bree, and it seemed long
years ago.

Gandalf rode a bay mount, for he had not yet come into acquaintance with Shadowfax, the legendary steed of
Rohan. Boromir rode his own horse, and so they were fitted with enough supplies to last them all along their
lengthy road.

Coralynne breathed in fresh air as she rode, and her heart lightened. “Legolas, this is the start of our adventure.
And you, Haldir, you are a part of it. I can feel it,” she said with a smile. The two Elves glanced at each other,
sharing many thoughts at once, then turned back to their riding. Coralynne, however, remained happy throughout
the entire first day of their journey. She and Legolas talked and laughed about many things, for though their
journey was pressing and urgent, it was not to a sorrowful doom that they rode, nor some task that was impossible
to complete. Nay, they simply journeyed to the beautiful and mystical land of Lorien, and though the way could be
treacherous, there was little fear on their part.

They made their first camp at nightfall, and all sat about their evening fire, eating bacon and bread, and drinking a
sweet wine. Thus when they were satisfied they talked among themselves, telling stories, sharing pasts. Aragorn
recounted the story of Isildur, while Boromir enraptured them all with tales of Minas Tirith and its gleaming white
tower. Gimli told of the halls of the Dwarves, and of his kin in their own land, far away now from where they sat.
Legolas recounted the tales of shadow and light that were his homeland of Mirkwood, though he did not speak of
his father, nor of his family that might be there.

Coralynne reflected that she knew very little of this noble and handsome Prince. Had he any brothers or sisters?
What kind of a man was his father? Was his mother alive or dead? So many questions she had, yet she feared she
may never know the answer.

Now that was silly, she thought. Why should she never know? Whatever brought that on? she wondered. It’s not
like he’s leaving. But then she stopped. She didn’t know anything for certain of the future. It was out of her hands.
Perhaps her Prince would leave. What then? She did not know. I’ll have to carry on as I must. I know this. But my
heart would grieve for him, and part of me would be lost. Yet destiny has strange ways, and she goes about her
works without the pardon or approval of those she changes. So it must be.

And then she turned her heart and mind to happier thoughts. Lothlorien was sure to be a dream come true. She
wanted to meet Celeborn, husband of the Lady. Also, she wished to learn all their legends and tales, their songs. A
new curiosity was born in her, and it would not be quenched. A fire had started in her brain, a hot burning fire of
life, though she knew not where it came from. With Elrond’s healing, so had come new vigor and desire for life. She
felt warm though she was not beside the campfire, and her blood flowed like champagne through her veins.

Smiling brightly, she bid all the men goodnight, kissed Legolas on the cheek, and went to her tent. She did not see
the handsome Elf stiffen against her caress, nor did she see him stare after her for long moments ere she
disappeared.

“Legolas,” Aragorn spoke softly. “Does something trouble you, my friend?”

Legolas jumped. “Nay,” he answered. “I am simply restless. I will go and walk for awhile. I bid you all goodnight.”
And with that he stood, and strode from the circle of companions.

“That was odd,” said Frodo, tapping his pipe against his chin, so much like Bilbo that Aragorn and Gandalf shared a
secret smile. “Yes, quite odd,” Merry added, and Pippin nodded. Both Hobbits took long draws from their pipes, as
did Aragorn and Gandalf. Neither Boromir nor Gimli took a liking to the tradition, and so remained with their mugs of
wine while the others smoked in companionable silence for the rest of the evening.

Legolas stalked many paths that night. He wondered at the sudden hardness of his heart toward Coralynne. He
had not intended to stiffen so and he would have turned away from her kiss had he not physically prevented it.
Was there something in his mind warning him from getting too close? There must be some reason. He was
unsettled in this, and suddenly his heart was very heavy. He felt cold inside, cold like he had been touched by the
very Shadow itself.

“But why…?” he asked the woods. “Why did I turn?”

“Because you love her,” came the unasked-for reply. Legolas jumped and whirled about, hand on the hilt of his
knife. “Haldir,” he breathed. “I did not hear you approach.”

The dark-skinned Elf dropped from a branch above his head and landed lithely on his feet before the Prince. “Such
was your apprehension and thought. Do not be troubled. Coralynne is a special one, that is true. But even the
harshest of destinies has been conquered by love, when it is pure. So do not despair. She loves you, and that is not
something to be cast aside. So fear not, my friend.”

Legolas was surprised at Haldir’s intuitive words. Normally he was hard and cold, using his sarcastic and haughty
demeanor to frighten intruders and keep potential friends at a distance. But he had failed miserably with Legolas,
and now he surprised him even again, with his kind words. “I thank you, Haldir. That does make things seem
better.”

Haldir nodded. “Good. Now take some rest. We must depart early, Aragorn says. I will go now and get some for
myself. Good night.”

“Good night.”

And Haldir vanished into the trees, as was his way. Legolas sighed and continued on his way for some time. Then,
he went back to the camp and, upon seeing that everyone else was already asleep, placed his back to a tree, and
let his mind wander. His eyes, however, remained open.

In her tent, Coralynne lay awake, her mind wandering. They would reach Lothlorien in less than five days. Even less
than that if they really pushed on. Her mind raced and her heart thudded wildly in excitement and anticipation.
There was no doubt that her future, as well as her past, lay in the city that was so veiled in mystery and legend.

But what would become of she and Legolas? Would he stay on, or would he return to Rivendell? Mayhap he would
even go home to Mirkwood if that was his wish, for she knew it had been many seasons since he last looked upon
his father. And if he had any family, surely they would be missing him. Likely there were duties to be fulfilled.
Perhaps a betrothed bride…?

Nay. Legolas would have told her such a thing. She shook her head and closed her eyes again. All would be
resolved soon. Surely she could wait one more week for the answers she so desperately sought.

And then, her mind cleared, and she sighed. A relaxed state of consciousness came over her, and within moments
she was fast asleep. Her dreams were kind and warm, and at the same time troubling…

*** Coralynne stood up and looked around. She was near a stream, a bubbling brook that trickled, its bright sound
soothing to her soul and mind. Smiling, she knelt down beside it and lifted a handful of the cool water in the air. She
let it loose then, and marveled at the rainbows that glittered through its clear droplets.

A sound behind her had her jumping to her feet. She had no weapons.

But alas, she needed none. A tall blonde Elf stood before her. His arms reached out and she went into them. But as
they closed around her, and warm lips descended upon hers, she realized that this was not the Elf she had
thought. His lips caressed hers still, and she felt torn. Her heart cried out that this was he, but her mind cried nay!
Nay, he is not the right one!

Coralynne jerked away from him, and her hand came to her mouth in horror. “No…” she whispered, and her voice
faded away against the night sky.

Above her and all around her, a feminine voice whispered. “Accept your destiny, whatever it may be…and do not be
afraid…”

And before her, robed in the grey of Lothlorien, stood Haldir, the Guard. She let out an agonized cry, for where was
Legolas? Where was her true love, the one her heart had once yearned for?

Haldir said not a word, but in his eyes she saw a message: He is gone. But how could he be gone? Surely he was
not dead…No. That was not it. He was gone, though, gone away from Coralynne. He’d left her. His heart was no
longer warm in her own, and for a moment she felt the bitter cold seep into her veins. But then Haldir stepped near
her again, and warmth spread.

Yet nay! Nay, her mind cried. This is not the right way…

And still she found herself going to him, almost against her will. He clasped her to his body tightly, and took her lips
again, and she knew, then, that Legolas was lost to her forever… ***

With a jerk Coralynne sat bolt upright in her bed, the back of her hand pressed firmly to her mouth. What had
happened? Where was Legolas? Her mind full of terror, she flung back the curtain, and sighed aloud. There he was,
against the tree, sleeping silently. His eyes were closed now, and his young face looked peaceful in the night.
Relieved, she went back to her own tent, and laid herself down once more. But one thought still troubled her as she
closed her eyes to claim sleep…

She could still feel and taste Haldir’s lips upon her own…

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