Coralynne was awakened by the smell of cooking. Warm, delicious smells wafted toward her tent, and she smiled, stretching lazily. But then she
remembered that disturbing dream and her lips dipped downward. Where in Middle-Earth had that come from? It made no sense, and it bothered her. She felt no inclination toward Haldir whatsoever, and she knew that he was honor-bound as Legolas’ best friend not to touch her.

So why? Why the dream? And why that voice…Galadriel! It had been her voice that spoke of not fearing destiny… Had the Lady sent her a dream to prepare her for some twist of fate that was yet unseen? Coralynne hoped not. It was to Legolas that her heart belonged, and to Legolas alone. No other Elf, nor Man, could change that.

Satisfied with her newfound resolve, Coralynne roused herself and dressed again in her traveling clothes. Her hair was quickly combed through and braided down her back, and she wished that it was not so thick and heavy, as it weighed her head down when she felt weary. Sighing, she stretched her neck muscles, suddenly envying the Elves their ability to always be fresh and spry. Men did not have such a luxury, she thought wryly, and neither did women.

Bending down she laced up her boots and stood up, slowly feeling more alert and awake. Outside her tent flaps she could hear the voices of Boromir, Aragorn, and alas, Legolas, speaking in hushed tones so as not to wake the Hobbits or Gimli. Gandalf and Haldir, she supposed, were not asleep, though she knew not where they could be, as their voices were not among the others’.

The flaps made a soft raspy sound as she pushed them back, and the conversation lapsed.

“Good morning,” Legolas said softly, coming to her side. His eyes were concerned, and she wondered if he knew of her dream. “Are you alright?”

“Good morning to you,” she said softly, all too aware of the others’ eyes upon the exchange. “I am fine, thank you…”

Legolas’ brows drew down in disquiet. There were dark circles beneath Coralynne’s eyes. Her face was pale and wan, despite her forced smile. She might have felt alright, but her face betrayed her. Oh, yes, he knew of the dream she had last night, for he had had it as well. Haldir had come to him before dawn and spoken of it, and when Gandalf suggested it might be best if he was not around when she awoke, the two had gone off together, perhaps to hold council. He was not sure.

His heart was uneasy at the thought that Galadriel would send such a vision to Coralynne, but she did her work in unusual ways, and they were best left unquestioned.

It had, however, caused Legolas to see that pushing her away was not the answer. Just thinking of Coralynne in Haldir’s arms, remembering the
passionate way she had received his kisses in the dream, made his Royal blood boil with anger. At the same time, he was anguished that the Lady may have sent the dream to warn him of things that would soon come to pass.

But he would not think of it.

Aragorn and Boromir came up to her and bid her good morning, and she smiled at each of them. “You must eat a little, Lady,” Boromir said, taking her arm and leading her over to a perch by the fire, where he presented her with a plate heaped with steaming foods. And Coralynne dug in hungrily, her stomach having awakened and finding herself suddenly famished.

Aragorn went and woke up Gimli and the Hobbits, who grew excited at the mention and smell of food, Pippin especially. While they all finished eating, Aragorn, Legolas, and Boromir packed up what could be gathered, and as they finished Gandalf came riding up with Haldir at his side. The Elf sat silently, and somewhat stone-faced. He did not look at Coralynne, but she could feel his thoughts on her. She shied away from them and locked them out, her mind’s doors shutting firmly upon his presence. She could not look at him, for she was too ashamed, and would have been more so if she knew that he had also had the same dream.

“We must ride soon,” Aragorn warned, tightening the straps upon his horse’s saddle. The others were soon saddled up and on their way, and the day was warm upon their backs.

“Pippin, do you think Galadriel could cure your bottomless stomach?” Merry jibed, and Pippin scowled at him while Frodo laughed. Sam just frowned and kept riding, while Bill bobbed his head and whickered pleasantly. Ahead of them, Boromir kept pace with Coralynne, telling her stories of Minas Tirith and his family, and his father, Denethor, Steward of Gondor. He told her of his younger brother Faramir, and their many battles at the borders of Mordor.

While she rode, she realized that Boromir was a very complex man. He was fierce, and strong, yet she suspected that he could be quite a pleasant one to pass a fun day with. His mouth seemed to have smiled a bit, as there were the tiniest hints of laugh lines about his mouth, young as he was. Somehow the image of this bold and brave warrior laughing did not sit right. But who was she to pass judgment, when she knew him so little?

“Tell me, Lady, tell me about yourself. Legolas will say naught, and Aragorn is too occupied to ask. So it falls to me. Will you say?” he asked, his voice mingling with those of the others, all engulfed in conversation, yet keenly aware of their surroundings.

Ahead of them, Aragorn and Gandalf spoke in hushed tones, likely about times past. Legolas and Haldir were talking animatedly about something, and it was as though nothing had gone between them. Gimli sat silently in front of Legolas, and he said not a word, for the steady thump- thump of the horse’s hooves was wearing on his stomach and his equilibrium. And of course, the Hobbits talked and laughed brightly about many things, sometimes singing, other times just remembering things they had done back in the Shire. It all seemed so long ago to them, but each suspected the others would not change things if they could.

“Well, Boromir, there is little to tell. And apparently, there is very much that I do not know. But I will try to entertain you, if I can.” And Coralynne told him of being raised by the human couple, and being found by Lanat when she was very small. She told him of growing up in the forest, and of learning how to heal, what herbs and plants could close a wound or chase away an infection. Words flowed from her lips of summery days and cold, winter nights, all spent laughing and talking between two close friends.

Boromir was surprised. This young woman was not what he had thought her to be. Elrond had been so brief when he’d told them what they must do, and why. He had no idea that she was so wise in so many things. It was clear that Lanat had been instructed to teach, and teach he had. Though she would likely reject the notion, he suspected she knew a little bit about everything there was to know. And by all accounts, she was still young, and had much time to learn, and to be taught.

“Well, Lady, it appears there is more to you than any could guess,” he said, his face turning up to the sky. “The day passes. The Noon hour comes anon.”

Coralynne was surprised. To her it seemed but scant hours they had been on the road, though their pace was quite leisurely, yet they had set out not long after dawn.

Aragorn turned back in his saddle. “We will reach Lorien on the morrow,” he called. “Let us ride as far as we might this day. Come, let us go!”

And so, they set out at a rapid pace, and a feeling of urgency came over the group, lighting a fire under their horses’ hooves and parting the winds for swift movement.

They rode on for some time before making camp at near-dark in a sheltered grove of trees, not more than a half-day’s ride from the Golden Wood. Galadriel would know of their arrival already, and she would be waiting.

And so they arrived in Lothlorien, greeted by the Guardians, and allowed to pass with naught but a few words. As they suspected, Galadriel was indeed waiting.

A tall fair Elf spoke to Haldir in Sindarin, and he turned and spoke, in turn, to Coralynne and the others. “The Lady is waiting. Coralynne must go now, to her, and we are to take food and rest. She will come to us shortly.”

Legolas nodded to her, indicating that she should go. “Do not be afraid. The Lady is wise and she will guide you. Go now.”

She went, on and up a glorious staircase. Lights gleamed a pearly white all about her head, and the forest seemed to glow a beautiful silver and gold all about her. It fair took her breath away, this place, and she felt at that instant that she wished never to leave.

It seemed long hours later that she came to the presence of the Lady. Lord Celeborn, she assumed, stood by her side, his arm providing rest for her fair hand. Her breath felt caught in her body, and at the same time she felt the need to run away from this Lordly and elegant pair.

At last the Lady spoke, her brilliant blue eyes gazing directly into Coralynne’s. And yet, in them, there was a measure of respect and wonder, at which Coralynne could only take in.

“You have traveled far, and fast, and it is with great haste that you come. You do not know why, and I do. All these things I will show you, if you will permit me. Do you give such leave, young one?” she asked softly, her husky voice cutting the clear air of the wood, and it seemed that all was still about her.

“I do, Lady…” she said, in a half-whisper. “I would learn all that can be taught, if you would teach me.” Her head came up and she stood proudly before the Lord and Lady of the Wood, unashamed of her human figure, though gawky and awkward compared to their fluid grace.

Celeborn nodded in approval, and Galadriel smiled. “Come then, child. There is much to learn before dinner…”

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*A Few Hours Later…*

Coralynne was shocked, and her mouth seemed to prefer hanging open than pressing closed. So much had she learned in such a short period of time that her mind was having trouble sorting it all out…and yet she was stuck on only the last words that had passed between herself and the Lady…

“You are protected from harm, from yourself, in this Wood, little one,” Galadriel spoke, softly, like a mother. Yet there was a knowing in her brilliant eyes, and Coralynne blushed.

“Your heart may be free to choose of its own accord, but choose out of love, and choose well. Yet all this I say in vain for your heart has already
chosen…now you may go to him, and be at peace at last.” When Coralynne nodded, the Lady put out a hand and tipped the young woman’s chin up to stare into her eyes, the Elf spoke once more. “Love knows no borders, young one. His heart and soul seek yours even now. You will feel it soon.” Then she drew back.

“But first you must have food and rest, and time to think on what I have told you about yourself, and your past, and your future. A heavy burden it is to bear, but a noble and worthy one. Be not ashamed, and hold your head up high. Come now, there is a bath waiting, along with food and clothing for you. You will rest, and then you must choose.”

And now, Coralynne followed along behind the Lady, still too dazed to comprehend most of what she’d been told. She was almost two thousand years old! Who would have thought…but her Elven form was still masked, and it could be brought back only by an expression of love, and a pure one. Legolas…she thought, and shivered. Fear and anticipation warred inside her, so much so that she did not realize they had stopped until Galadriel turned on her once again those knowledgeable eyes.

“Now, slip into the bath, and ease your fatigue. A maid will help you dress, and once you’ve eaten, will escort you back to your companions.” And then she was gone, her white gown trailing along behind her, and her gray mantle flowing softly in the breeze.

Coralynne did as she was told, relishing the hot bath for nearly an hour, inhaling the calming scented oils therein. They soothed her body, and
comforted her mind, and she found herself able to sort out the things she now knew.

When she roused herself from the bath, immediately she was handed a thick soft piece of material to dry herself with, and she wrapped it round her shoulders while a young maid picked up a deep blue gown. It was indeed fair, and adorned with blue gems that glittered about the neck, long flared sleeves, and hem. Coralynne relished the solid weight as it slipped over her body, while the maid tightened the laces gently in the back. Soft slippers went on her feet, and she was led to a small table with two chairs, where a surprising array of food was set.

Cheese, bread, wine, meats that were still steaming, and wonderfully scented vegetables that made her stomach growl for more were there for the taking, and Coralynne found herself eating quite a bit more than she thought would ever be possible.

When she was finished, she was indeed led out of her room, and down another beautiful staircase to the forest floor. Already she could see the
Fellowship gathered near one another and talking casually near a bubbling brook. They all looked up as she approached, and two strange Elves bowed their heads to her. When they looked up she knew they must be the sons of Elrond: Elledan and Elrohir, for they were so alike in stature and stance that for an instant she thought Elrond had come to see her. Both were devastatingly handsome, and she knew at once that their dark good looks came from their father. Too bad she hadn’t known Celebrian, for she might also have seen her in the two.

Legolas was there, standing closely to Haldir, and at once the disturbing dream was brought back in vivid clarity. She shook her head to clear it, and turned her eyes to Legolas, who smiled at her more brightly than he had in quite some time. Her mouth turned upward at the corners, and she inclined her head in respect to the others. They all looked so relieved to finally be here that she wondered exactly what would have happened had they not reached their destination. Oh well, she supposed it did not matter anymore. They had indeed made it the Golden Wood, and without mishap.

And now she was free to choose of her own heart’s desire… For her, there was no choosing involved. She had already chosen, and there was not a hint of doubt in her about it. But when was the right time…and what exactly did this ‘expression of love’ involve? Everything was so confusing to her. She didn’t know what to do, or how to go about asking Legolas…whatever it was she was supposed to ask him.

Boromir approached her first, offering her hand to step down, his face concerned. “Are you alright, Lady Coralynne?” he asked softly, releasing her when she touched down to the soft forest floor. “I am well and truly fine, Boromir. Thank you.” He smiled and stepped away when Legolas left Haldir’s side and approached her.

The fair-haired Prince took her hand and bending over it, kissed the back. Then he gazed up at her from beneath his thick lashes, and there was so much love reflected in those crystalline depths that she was taken aback. Whatever had caused him such brooding and intense thought had been cleared away, and in an instant she knew that Galadriel had spoken to him. In her heart she could feel his acknowledgement of what was to be done… of what had to be done to regain herself.

“I have missed you,” he spoke, softly enough that none save Haldir, the only other Elf, could hear. “We must take a walk, you and I. There is much to speak on, and now I may speak freely in this place. Will you come with me?”

Coralynne studied the young Prince, his eyes intense and dark in the fading light of day. The others were already going about their business, and paid little heed to the couple that stood transfixed upon each other. She wanted very much to speak with Legolas of what she had learned, but she was afraid. This was where her life truly began, where her past and present converged at a turning point for her, a point where nothing would ever be the same. Everything she ever knew of her past had been a hoax, and she was still sorting it out.

“Yes, Legolas, I will walk with you.” He smiled and rested her hand in the crook of his arm, led her from the others and down a path to the deep of the beautiful trees. They walked in silence for some time, relishing the newly comfortable silence that sprang up between them. No words were needed. Almost, it felt as it had when they had first discovered their feelings for each other. Her heart was giddy with excitement, and the knowledge that something was going to happen soon, something wonderful and life changing. She couldn’t wait, for something that inspired such a happy feeling in her could not possibly be wrong.

“I have treated you badly these last days,” Legolas said, his voice barely above a whisper. When she looked into his eyes, startled, she saw anguish in them, and shame. Quick to relieve those sad emotions, she protested. “Nay, Legolas. Your heart was troubled. I do not blame you, and I understand. You love me,” she stated, and it was not a question.

“Aye, I do. But there are things that may not stay the same. Your destiny is great, sweet, and I cannot stand in the way of that. There may come a time when you must leave, and I know not if I am strong enough to let you go…”

Coralynne took in a harsh breath at his admission, and her heartbeat doubled. A sense of calm came over her, and she knew then that there was
something they must do. Something she must do.

“Legolas,” she said, taking his face in her hands and gazing directly into his eyes. “Make love to me…”

SIXTEEN:-
A Sowwrouful Good-Bye...

Legolas’ eyes widened, and he gazed intently at her for a long moments. In her eyes he saw absolute certainty, and pure love, and knew that he
was lost. Softly he took her in his arms, and cradled her to his chest. She relaxed against him, and her breathing was soft and slow as he swung
her up into his arms, pillowed her head against his chest. *Alright Galadriel* he thought with a smile *stop pushing…*

Coralynne’s heartbeat was rapid as Legolas carried her back to his quarters. Other Elves saw them as they went by, and Coralynne colored, laying
her cheek against Legolas’ chest and savoring the warmth of him so near to her. Many of the Elves nodded their heads in approval, for they knew
who this woman was, and why she was in Lorien. Soon a destiny would be fulfilled, and these two were a part of it.

High above their heads, Galadriel and Celeborn stood, not visible to the happy couple below. “She will be strong,” Celeborn said, his wife’s hand
on his arm. Galadriel nodded. “Many things are changing, love. This young one is a sign of that. I have seen much of what will come to pass should
she not take her place and fulfill her destiny. But she will go on, for she is indeed of strong stuff.”

“Her father and mother were noble and good,” he said, “and that has passed on to their daughter.”

“I only hope that she heeds my words, and understands them…”

“Do not fear, love. Look,” he said, pointing to Coralynne and Legolas as they entered his chambers. “It is begun.”

Legolas laid Coralynne down gently upon the soft pallet, and took her in his arms once more. “Do not be afraid, love…I would never hurt you.”

Coralynne smiled. “I know, Legolas. I love you…”

Legolas bent to her lips, and Coralynne surrendered to the colors around her, to the sweet passion, and the desire.

Above, Galadriel could feel the transformation beginning. An aura of color surrounded the place for long hours, glowing brighter and brighter, yet
never a single color. It shimmered like liquid silver, and wafted around and about. Then, suddenly, it was so bright that she shielded her eyes from
it, before it went out.

It was done.

Nodding with approval, Galadriel went back to join her husband for their meal.

Below, Coralynne lay with Legolas, stunned and contended beyond words. Her body felt different, new. Beside her, the young Prince slept, though
his eyes were open. A smile wove itself around his lips, which now knew her so intimately. Sighing, she snuggled deeper into his embrace, smiling
when his velvety arms tightened about her. He was sunlight and dusky desire all at once, and she had never been happier. It was as though she
could stay in his embrace for the rest of her days and never be touched by darkness or loneliness.

She did not feel tired, nor fatigued, and she didn’t fall asleep as she thought she might. Instead, she let her mind wander, her head upon Legolas’
breast and feeling his heartbeat strongly beneath her ears. It seemed so loud to her, so strong in the silence. In fact, everything seemed louder,
and her vision was so much clearer…

Coralynne sat bolt upright, and Legolas jumped with her. His touch was ultra-sensitive upon her skin, and his whispered words were crystal in the
dimness of the room.

“Love, what troubles you…I see…” He smiled brightly and gathered her to him. She was stunned, and unable to reciprocate. “Coralynne!” he
exclaimed. “You are an Elf! Come, look and see!”

Overjoyed, Legolas tugged her from the bed and, unashamed of her nakedness, he brought her before a large and beautiful mirror. Coralynne
gasped. Her ears, normally rounded and small, were elongated and somewhat pointed. Elf ears…And her hair had lightened considerably, all traces
of auburn gone out of it, leaving only a wheat blonde in its place, after the fashion of the Wood Elves of Lorien.

She turned into Legolas’ embrace, overcome with emotions and elation. “Legolas, it…it’s so strange… Everything is different. Sounds are so loud
and…and…”

“What is it, love?” he prompted, his chin resting on the top of her head.

“I can feel you…your thoughts…here.” She patted her chest just over her heart. “I can sense your feelings inside my head. It is as though we are
one, but apart.”

Legolas laughed. “As it is between two Elves in love. You will get used to these things. There are many other changes you have not noticed yet.
There is a fluidity of movement in you now, a gracefulness. Also, your sight and hearing is much improved compared to that of Men. How do you
feel otherwise?” he asked, pulling back to look in her eyes.

“I am fine. More than fine, really,” she said softly, and he pulled her back into his arms. “Come,” he said, turning away to retrieve her gown. He laid
it in her arms. “We must dress for dinner, for long moments have passed.”

And so they dressed and emerged from his chambers into the cool night air. Coralynne felt vibrant and alive, more than she could ever remember.

When they met the others for the evening meal, Galadriel motioned her aside and told her that, since her transformation was complete, they
would begin her teaching. Celeborn was to teach her many things as well, and she felt as though she already belonged in this place. The looked
on her with respect, yet they did not gawk. It would have been quite uncomfortable. It was as though she was suddenly aware of things from an
entirely new aspect, and so much attention made her uncomfortable.

So now she was an Elf. So what? Indeed, it was miraculous and honorable to belong to such a fair race, but she somewhat missed being of the
race of Men.

Men knew the true value of time, what it meant to have a limited number of days. Elves did not. They went on living with the knowledge that there
was always tomorrow, and another, and another after that. In nearly every sense of the word they were immortal, though death was certainly
possible. She did not want to lose her appreciation for life.

“They are intrigued by you, Lady,” Aragorn said, toasting his glass of wine to hers. Coralynne smiled and inclined her head. The four Hobbits were
seated at a table with Haldir and Gandalf, all laughing animatedly. She sat beside Legolas and Boromir at another table with Gimli, Elladan, Elrohir,
and Aragorn. The conversation was light and relaxed, and each related one tale or another to the group, while Galadriel and Celeborn looked on
from their seats upon the dais.

Soon the evening came to a close, and the song and dance began. Most of the Fellowship decided to stay, for hearing Elvish stories and song was
not a chance to be given up unwisely. Coralynne, who would normally have been tired, was wide awake as ever. It appeared she would no longer
have to envy the Elves their ability to be refreshed with very little sleep. The small nap she had taken earlier seemed to have fortified her, and
Legolas as well.

They danced, and listened to stories together for long hours. She danced with Elladan, and Elrohir, and even Haldir when he asked her, the
disturbing dream all but forgotten. They laughed and talked as they had before, and she found herself reminded a bit of Lanat in the Guard’s wry
demeanor and sardonic wit. Still, he treated her no differently than he had before. He gave no indication of knowing about her dream, for she still
did not know that he had been given the same vision. If she had known, she certainly would have excused herself.

Yet, she was no innocent. Not any longer at least, she thought, a smile tugging at her lips. There was so much for her to learn in the Wood, so
much to see and do. She wondered how long it would take her before she would be half as wise as Galadriel…

“Alas, Lady,” Aragorn said, stepping up to her side, “it would be wise to take your rest soon. The Company will depart in nine days.” Coralynne’s
eyes jerked up to his, and in their depths she found the answer to the question her heart was crying. Yes, Legolas would leave with them. His
place was with the Fellowship, and hers was here. She supposed it would have happened sooner or later, but now that he had spoken the words,
the small span of time she had left with them settled on her shoulders like a woolen blanket drenched with water; heavy, and a sorrowful burden.

“I see,” she said softly, turning away from the sympathy in his noble face. “I will take my rest now. Until the morning then,” she said, not trusting
her voice any farther than that. With no more words she left the beautiful hall, and Legolas’ eyes followed her, for he knew that she had learned
of their departure.

He remained with the others, for she would need time alone. There was much to sort out, and it would be sorrowful…but he would leave. He must
leave, for her sake. If he were to stay, he would distract her from the teachings of Galadriel and Celeborn, and all the other Elves of the Wood that
placed so much on her. As did Elrond.

It was strange that they should believe so much in a young woman- Elf, he corrected himself- despite the fact that they knew not what it was she
was supposed to do, nor the purpose she was to serve. They only knew she was special, for Galadriel and Elrond had vouched for her, and that
was enough.

But what destiny was held for her? he wondered. Part of him wished that it would be a great and wonderful thing, but another part of him
whispered of a noble death, perhaps a small tale being written. Heroes had gone with the Ages, it seemed. It was almost as if the People did not
need anymore noble and gallant soldiers, or Kings. Nor did they need beautiful Princesses or slain beasts. Perhaps the world had had its fill of fairy
tales, he thought.

Yet despite his dreary thoughts the dancing, singing, and story- telling went on, long into the night and nigh unto dawn. And he remained, feeling
that Coralynne was already sleeping, in the fashion that Elves do. Nine days they had left. Would it be the last time he saw her again? Perhaps.
But it was necessary. He would return with the Fellowship.

But what then, he wondered. What then…?
 
 

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The next few days passed in a blur of activity. Galadriel and Celeborn took turns teaching her about Middle-Earth, and its history. Coralynne was
fascinated by tales of the Numenorean Kings, and even more fascinated to learn that Aragorn was of their blood, and purely so. She learned of
Tinuviel, and her ill-fated love; of Sauron, and his deadly threat to all of Middle-earth. Celeborn taught her of the Nazgul, and she would have
sworn she saw him shudder at the mere mention of their terrible name.

She and Legolas walked together and talked together, but he did not touch her again. The closest she came to a caress was when he would take
her hand during one of their strolls, or brush her cheek before leaving her. It was during these times that she could feel the beginnings of sorrow
in her belly. He would leave, and soon.

Very soon.
 
 

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On the seventh day, Coralynne sat staring into the river, perched atop Dananir. The giant stallion snuffled softly in the early morning breeze but
remained still. All around her she could feel the life that flowed in every tree branch, and in the water before her. It hummed in the air, an unseen
energy that seeped into her very being. And life would go on living after Legolas left. That was the way of the world, naturally. Life had to go on,
and she knew that she would as well. There was simply nothing else for her to do but continue to grow, and to forge a bond between herself and
these people.

The Elves of Lorien seemed to like her enough, for they smiled brightly at her as she passed, and said hello, as was their way. She did not know
how much they saw in her, for if she did she would have colored quickly and been much humbled by their high opinion.

The Elves saw a bright, vibrant young woman, a woman who was kind and ready to lend a hand in even the hardest of labor tasks. She had
proved herself more than necessary in her short stay as far as Galadriel and Celeborn were concerned. Celeborn seemed to look on her as a
father already, and Galadriel never spoke to her in a harsh way. She was ever gentle, and her teachings remained with Coralynne throughout the
days and nights. In her dreams she saw the great battles as they were, and saw the faces of the great ones, the Valar, and the first Elves that
came unto Middle-earth.

Haldir spent time with her now, too. They had formed a bond that was not unlike that of she and Lanat. And he reminded her of him so. At times
he would smile, and it would take her breath away at their striking resemblance.

They walked together, spoke together, and nearly every moment that she was not with Legolas or one of her new mentors, she was with Haldir.
He explained his position in Lorien, and introduced her to each members of the Guard. They were all handsome Elves, their darker skin alluring,
and twice moreso with their larger, more muscular bodies. Were she a different kind of woman, or a different kind of Elf, she would have found her
emotions and her heart in turmoil over these gallant, noble Elf Lords.

There was, however, no more room in her heart for any man, nor Elf, save Legolas. They had not bound themselves to one another, and it did not
help that Galadriel gave many hints as to the fact that another may be the true owner of her heart and soul. It frightened her that Galadriel could
well and truly be right. What then? What would happen to Legolas? His destiny was not known. There could be another out there who would be
more right for him than she was? He had taken her body now, though, and she wondered if another would have her… There was so much that
was confusing to her. The only hope she had was that it would clear up before her love’s departure on the morrow.

No sooner had she thought the words than did Legolas come striding up to her. His elegant limbs made no sound on the grassy ground. His face
was serene, but she sensed inside him a sorrow. It was no different from the one she felt.

“Hello, Legolas,” she spoke brightly, determined to push the sad feelings away until he was gone. An answering smile was given back and she
caught her breath at how much she would miss that smile and those dark eyes. He was appealing to her senses in every sense of the word, no
pun intended, and she would never tire of seeing that face.

“Good morrow, love. Today is our last day together. There are things we must speak of, and they are not all pleasant in nature. Are you free for a
time?”

Her eyes misted, for she knew what was coming. “Of course. Let us go, then.”

Coralynne held out her hand, and Legolas slipped up behind her. His strong arms wrapped around her waist, and he pulled her gently against his
chest. This being the first close contact they had had in over a week, she caught her breath at the bands of steel encircling her. She felt Legolas’
pulse quicken despite the sad news she knew he was about to share with her, and was glad that she wasn’t the only one affected.

“You know that I could never hurt you, do you not?” he asked softly.

Coralynne nodded.

“Then there are things that I must speak of. I will leave with the rest tomorrow. It is not my wish but it is what must be done. Galadriel has spoken
to me of things, things that may cause us pain, that may take us apart. These things are almost certain to come to pass, but I wish for you to
know that no matter how far from you I find myself, my heart will always be upon your own.”

“And mine on yours,” she said, her voice surprisingly steady for the pain that filled her heart. “Legolas, all that you would say I have already been
told. Galadriel spoke to me also.” His eyebrows arched up. “Yes, she spoke to me. And…it’s alright…If that is what is meant to be, then I will
endure it, and so will you.”

“Wise words, love,” he said. “Then you will understand why I must release you from myself.” He continued on even when he felt her shoulders
hitch and tense before him. “Yes, I release you from me, Coralynne. You are free to follow your heart from this moment on. Experience life, my love.
I will be waiting for you if it is our destiny to be together. Take this now,” he said, reaching into a fold in his tunic. A delicate gold bracelet, wrought
with gems, lay inside a velvety cloth of emerald green. The gems, likewise, were emeralds, and they caught so much light that at first it stunned
her eyes.

“Legolas, what…?”

“It’s something to remember me by. It is not to bind you, nor is it to prevent you from accepting the love of another, should it come to you. It is
simply to remind you to not forget me.”

“I could sooner turn back time than forget you, Legolas.”

“As could I, sweet,” he whispered, his lips against her temple.

“As could I…”

SEVENTEEN:-
New Beginings...

The date of the Fellowships’ departure came and went. The day was bright, yet there was a somber mood upon them all. Aragorn was eager to
return to Rivendell to see Arwen, and the Hobbits to see Bilbo. Boromir seemed saddened by their departure, as he and Coralynne had become
quite good friends.

They kept their goodbyes short and brief, as they feared there was no room for anything more. Legolas embraced her with one arm, whispered
something in Elvish roughened with unshed weeping, and released her. She hoped it was not forever, but accepted the possibility that it may just
be. Hard as it was, everything happened for a reason, and she was no exception. She knew, for certain, that she would indeed never forget him.

Waving, she did not cease until the last head of the group disappeared from view, the sunlight striking fire off the emeralds that rode upon her
arm.

When they were gone, Coralynne excused herself quickly, needing space and fresh air rather than the curious glances sent to her by the other
Elves. It was too much. They felt her sorrow and her pain, and she could not bear their empathetic looks any longer.

Instead she walked, walked along the Anduin, felt the power in its gentle waters. It seemed she wandered for only minutes, but when she finally
turned her thoughts outward she found that she was far from Lorien, at least a mile if not more. This was a dangerous place to be, and shame
flooded her face for not paying better attention.

And yet, Coralynne was not disturbed. For the moment she realized she could be in trouble, she felt calming eyes upon her, watching her. A sigh
escaped her as she stopped in her tracks.

“Haldir of the Guard,” she called out, her voice steady and carrying to the tree line behind her. “Come out into the open so that I might see you.”

And he did, materializing from seemingly nowhere and everywhere at once. Arrogantly moving he came forward, as was his way, but there was a
compassion in his eyes for her that was not irritating. She found it calming, and so did not speak when he came to stand beside her, simply kept
moving, soaking up the companionship and the silent communication.

They continued on like that for miles, and still neither spoke. Haldir was content, for he was doing his duty as he promised Legolas he would, and
Coralynne was comforted for the moment. Her feelings swarmed around her like a flock of birds, and he wished he could not read her so well. Hurt,
anger, pain, grief, and something else, something akin to shame…but for what he could not tell. Perhaps she felt guilty for being glad of his
company. He shrugged inwardly. It did not matter.

Soon the sun began to set, and Haldir knew they should return. There was much to be done, and it would do her no good to miss dinner. “Come,
Coralynne. The sun is setting, and it is a long walk back. We should return.”

“Yes, of course,” she replied, walking to the river’s edge. She sank down and folded her knees to her chest. “I would rather sit for a moment, just
a moment. Am I not safe with you?” she asked, her eyes confirming the seriousness of her question.

“Of course. But there are dangers in the night, Lady. Do not forget them,” he said, even as he sank down beside her, uncaring if the white of his
garb was soiled. She didn’t respond, but rested her chin upon her knees and wrapped her arms around them, and was silent.

The sun set, and darkness descended. When Haldir looked over at her again, she was asleep, or sleeping in the fashion of the Elves as it were.
Her long hair cascaded over her arms and blocked out her face, which was turned toward the ground. The sound of the river seemed to have lulled
her mind to rest, and it was likely for the better.

Sighing, he stood and gathered her into his arms, turning back for the safest course home, skirting the tree line as he had when he’d followed her.
Coralynne never stirred during the long hours’ walk back, and when he handed her over to the young woman at her quarters she was barely
stirring. He bid the young Elf woman good night, and went back to his watch.

It was going to be a long night.
 
 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
 
 

Coralynne awoke the next morning better refreshed and rested; pulling her mind from the travels it had taken. There was so much to see she
found it hard to let go of the beautiful visions.

She bathed and dressed, thankful to be rid of the past days’ strain and tension. Haldir had carried her all the way back…oh no! What must he
think? She couldn’t believe she’d fallen into exhaustion the way she had. One minute she had been fine, or as close to fine as could be expected
under the circumstances, and then she remembered sitting down, and that was it. She had woken up in her own room, in her own bed, and in her
own dressing gown. She assumed he’d handed her over to one of the young ones to assist, but that could be possibly a feeble one at best.

And the part the unnerved her the most was that it didn’t immediately mortify her to think that he… No.

Huffing impatiently, she hurried about her morning tasks as quickly as possible, plaiting two small braids to hang from the side of her face and
leaving the rest of her hair long and unbound.

Satisfied, she stood up and left the room, following the winding path down through the trees to the forest floor. Inhaling a deep breath, she
smiled.

This would be the first day of the new chapter in her life…
 
 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
 
 

One Year Later…
 
 

“Haldir, do not push me. I am going as fast as I can,” Coralynne complained, moving her horse along the rocky pass through the Misty Mountains.
Her heart was racing and anticipation quickened her breathing. Still, she forced herself to keep the pace calm as they traversed the dangerous
passages that led the way, but it was not an easy task.

They were going back to Rivendell! Galadriel and Celeborn had released her from her teachings, stating that there was no more they could teach
her that time would not grant by itself, and she was free to go. Naturally, she wanted to go home, to see Elrond and the others. If they were still
there, that was.

She had not seen nor heard from them since their departure two years prior, and though rumors and news had come to Lorien, Legolas had sent
no word, no tidings. Of course, that was how things were meant to be, how they had been when he’d left. She hadn’t had any qualms then, and
she would not allow herself to feel hurt or abandoned now. Not when Legolas’ bracelet still gleamed fire from her arm where it rode, nor when her
heart still spoke of his care for her.

Behind her, Haldir could sense her excitement, and smiled. In the two long years she’d spent under his Lord and Lady’s teachings, she had truly
blossomed. Her knowledge and understanding of the ways of the world made her burn with a fire, though it could not be seen. She was gentle
and kind, and all the young ones flocked to her for her praise, for she had taken up some of the tutelage of the younger children. They worshiped
her, and knew no higher power, save Galadriel and Celeborn.

He could not be more proud of her than he was. It was almost as if he had a sister to protect, as well as tease.

“Then pray, Lady, nudge that mule so that we might be on our way!” His laugh cut across the gray sky, and Coralynne turned back to raise an
eyebrow. Dananir’s ears were flat to his skull.

“You see, Haldir? You’ve hurt his feelings.” She stroked the horse’s neck gently and whispered encouraging words. “There, there, now. Don’t let
him taunt you, sweetling, you know you could outrun that old nag of his any day…”

“Is that so?” he asked, pinning her with an indignant stare.

Coralynne tossed her head flippantly and stared right back. “Why yes, I believe it is so.”

“Would you care to prove that?”

“Certainly, but I’m afraid it will have to wait. This terrain is not fit for racing, wouldn’t you agree?”

He thought for a moment. “These passes end not a mile ahead. The starting point lies there. First to make it within sight of Rivendell is the victor.”

Coralynne’s eyebrows shot up. Haldir? Racing? “Haldir, this does not seem like you. Are you quite alright? Or perhaps, you have had too much cold
air in your lungs? I hear the healers speaking of it doing strange things to the mind…”

“Nay, Lady. I wish only to stop that incessant chatterbox they have the nerve to call wise. Now, on with you!”

Coralynne started into silence, throwing him a rebellious look. She kept her focus on the movements of Dananir, but her heart was already in
Rivendell. Elrond was waiting for her. She could feel his mind trying to touch her own, and lowered her defenses momentarily. Immediately she
was shrouded in warmth, and Elrond’s voice was in her head. “So, young one, you return to me at last. We have missed you. I trust that you are
well and anxious to arrive, and you will find your old room awaiting you, just as you left it.” She barely noticed the slip in his demeanor as she felt
his mind linger on hers, and then he was gone.

Coralynne smiled, seeing the end of the rocky pass and the beginning of the grassy hills and trails filled with trees, which would carry them on into
Rivendell.

She did not even give Haldir the chance to catch up. The minute she came onto safe ground she whispered to Dananir in Elvish, and he turned to
fire beneath her. The long strides he made ate up the ground, and though she felt him to be flying she knew that Haldir was not far behind. He
was a superb rider, and moreso than most all the Elves. Still, her confidence did not waver, not even when he edged closer, their mounts nose and
nose as they sprinted.

His horse was already beginning to breathe heavily, and Rivendell would be within view in short minutes. It was alarming that they had been
racing for so long… Yet she did not lessen the pace, rather squeezed her knees a bit tighter, feeling a burst of power from Dananir as he hurried to
do her bidding. Haldir fought hard, but he could feel his mount tiring, and knew the race for lost.

Coralynne did win, and she did so gracefully, reining in at the top of a hill, the first and last that gave a clear, beautiful panoramic view of the
House of Elrond.

Her home.

Taking in a deep breath, she spoke to Haldir, though she did not look at him. “It has been but two years that I have been absent, and still it takes
my breath away.” Her voice was soft and carried gently to him on the breeze that buffeted her hair about her shoulders. He nudged his mare
alongside her and nodded. “There is no place, save perhaps Lorien, that is more beautiful than this.”

Sharing one last look, they rode together down into the trees, emerging onto a paved opening, where a tall Elf waited to take the reins. When he
saw that it was Coralynne, his eyes widened and he backed away from Dananir. She smiled to the young boy and assured him that he was
gentled. Warily, he took the reins and gingerly led the horse away, Dananir snorting, while another took Haldir’s mount.

Brushing off her clothing, she found herself in awe once again. Nothing had changed; everything was still as beautiful as it ever had been. The
statues commanded attention and respect, as did the woven trees and vines, with their golden leaves and sturdy boughs.

“Do you intend to stand and gawk all day, or shall we go inside?” Haldir demanded, in his usual sarcastic, wry demeanor. She raised an eyebrow
and moved in front of him. She knew her way, and before she knew it found herself before the Great Hall. Elrond wouldn’t be in there, though, not
on a day like this.

Instead, she continued around to the back, where a large deck overlooked most of the city and the large waterfall that flowed into the small
branch of the Bruinen. Here she found Lord Elrond, sitting silently in a chair, alone.

He sensed her presence before she came upon him, but let her come rather than meeting her. His heart swelled with pride as he felt the changes
in her, and yet he was saddened for her as well, for he knew things that she did not.

Standing at last as she came toward him, he smiled and held out his hands to her. “Lady, it is good to see you. It has been too long, young one.”

Coralynne smiled at Elrond, seeing in him the Lord she’d left what seemed like so long before. “Well met, well met, my Lord. It had been too long
indeed.” Unable to help herself, she embraced him, relieved that he reciprocated her tender greeting. It was like coming home again, just as she’d
thought it would be.

Elrond led her to an ornately carved chair and seated her. He noticed Haldir in the back, and greeted him. “Good to see you as well, Haldir o
Lorien. You look well. May I speak with you later, in the Hall of Fire? Perhaps at dinner?”

Haldir inclined his head. “Of course, Lord Elrond. I must go and attend to a few things, then.” He bowed his head and left the patio, leaving the
two of them to speak privately.

Elrond seated himself next to Coralynne and studied her for long moments. She in turn studied him back, and each took in the differences in the
other. “You have changed, young one,” he said, and then thought better of it. “But you are not so young anymore, are you not?”

Coralynne shook her head. She didn’t need to point out that she was now of her true Elvin descent. He had known the moment it had happened
those two years ago. But now, seeing her in her true form, and seeing how truly breathtaking she was, it was hard to remain impartial to the
news he held for her.

“You truly have blossomed, Lady. I could not be more proud of you than I have been and remain. My heart is warmed at your presence. And yet,
there is news to give.”

Coralynne sat up straight in her chair, knowing what was coming and afraid that it was true. “Yes, Elrond? Please, whatever your news, please
issue it quickly.”

He sighed. “Legolas is not here.” He continued as he watched her fight to keep her face from falling. “He has returned to his home in Mirkwood. He
said he had been away from home long enough, and he departed two days ago.”

Coralynne’s heart was shattered. Two days ago he would have known of her arrival, yet he did not wait. “Did something happen, something
urgent, perhaps?” she questioned. Certainly he would not just leave…

“No, Coralynne, I’m afraid not.” He knew he was hurting her by telling her, and yet he knew he must tell her the rest. “He took the north route,
passing by Ered Mithrin, intending to follow the Forest River from there to his home.”

“But why would he go so far north when he could simply go through the pass…Oh. I see.” He had gone so far out of his way so as to avoid
meeting them on the road, as he likely would have done had he gone the way through Lorien. He had left this time, and it seemed for good. He
had taken pains to avoid meeting her, hadn’t sent word to her in two years. And yet, in her heart, she knew this was how it would end. Galadriel
had told her as much, but she had not expected their parting to be the result of a simple change of heart. Perhaps a twist of fate, or something
tragic, but not this… Callous, it was callous.

And while her mind and heart fought over the possibility that perhaps Legolas had only been meant to love her for a short time, Elrond watched
Coralynne’s face and the emotions that crossed it. Anger, betrayal, hurt, but above all there was pain, a heart-wrenching pain that was too deep
for words or tears. And more, as he sat there, attuned to her every breath, he felt her shut it away. Coralynne took the pain and shoved it deep
into her heart, locked it in a cold dark room, and threw away the key.

He saw her then again, and she seemed to him now to be encased in a cruel frost. Legolas did not know what he had done, for if he did, he would
never forgive himself. At once, her heart erected walls, walls perhaps that she didn’t know were being built, and blocked off any further access to
her deepest self. She was wounded, and the wound went deep.

Elrond closed his eyes in sorrow. He longed to comfort her, but if she would not come to him then he would not offer it. She was strong enough, he
hoped, to handle such a blow. Physical blows could be easily healed, but a wound of the heart was not something to take lightly.

She sat there, silent, for long moments, and when she finally spoke the sun was low in the sky. Elrond still remained at her side, weary at what
she would say.

“Lord Elrond, would you permit me to remain here? To…to live here? I love Lorien for certain, but this place is the only one that ever felt like
home…” She trailed off, and for a moment he thought he saw tears in her eyes before she fought them back.

He was shocked that she felt the need to ask, yet honored that she wished to stay. “Coralynne, you have always had a home here. You need not
even ask it, and it is yours. It is an honor for you to wish Rivendell your home, though it has always been so.”

She bowed her head, relieved. “Many thanks, Lord Elrond. I can teach the young ones, if you’d like. I…I can also heal, for I know much of the herb
lore. I’m certain I could be useful somehow to you, to help.”

Elrond shook his head. “You may do these things if that is what pleases you, but only if that is so. The children are always curious to learn new
things, and there is always a need for healers. But here you need not feel you must work to earn your stay. This is your home, and you are as a
part of us. We will speak no more on it.” He smiled as a young girl Elf came out with a tray. “They read my mind now, it seems,” he said, graciously
accepting the tea and meat sandwiches that were offered. He thanked the young girl before pouring Coralynne a cup of the strong tea. He did not
ask if she wanted it or not, for he knew she did.

Fatigue showed all up and down her face, and he was still perturbed by the frozen countenance she carried. Ice was threatening to flow in her
veins if she did not safely and quickly square away the pain in her heart.

Coralynne sipped the tea gratefully, taking a bit of time to nibble on a small meat sandwich. Her stomach, however, had other ideas, and the idea
of eating was quickly cast aside.

At long last, Elrond spoke from his heart instead of his head. “Coralynne, I must tell you something. If you need anything at all…” he trailed off,
realizing that she was watching him intently, then forged ahead. “Heartache is a terrible injury. If the pain isn’t dealt with, it leaves ugly scars that
may never heal. All I ask is that if you need to talk, or be comforted, I am here.” There, he’d said it. Now he could be at peace with himself tonight.

Coralynne sat and watched him, stunned. Such an emotional and heartfelt invitation she would find impossible to deny, and yet she didn’t want to
talk about Legolas with him, nor with anyone else. The hurt went too deep, and it was easier to bury it and have done with it.

“Hiding it away will change nothing,” Elrond said softly, and she gasped, feeling as though he’d read her mind.

He gave her no chance to reply, for he stood, his olive robes flowing about his feet. “You need rest, young one, good food, and a bath. I must
speak with Haldir before I take my own reprieve. However, your room is ready, and I trust you know the way.” He smiled down at her, and she
was struck by how little his face had changed. Still strong, still handsome and chiseled, yet fierce. She could imagine him in battle, issuing orders
with a calming sort of assurance. It was no wonder people would go to their deaths for him.

She smiled back at him quickly as she realized she had drifted off for a second. “Yes, of course. Good night,” she called, as he exited the patio,
raising his hand in farewell before entering the now-candlelit hall.

Coralynne sat for some minutes more, sipping her tea and willing her body to relax. She was home. Safe. That alone should have been enough to
make her feel happy, and yet her heart was still heavy, no prizes as to why.

But she would not think of it. Not tonight. Tonight she needed rest, food, and a bath, just as Elrond had said. Her stomach growled again then,
and she thought that perhaps food could wait until morning.

It took her scant minutes to make her way to her own quarters; the light meshy drapes swaying softly in the cool breeze. Candles were lit all
around, beautiful to look upon from their intricately woven holders. Fresh flowers were all around, lending a bright atmosphere, along with an
underlying need for relaxation and peace. She took it all in, the scents, the light, the soft flow of air, and realized just how exhausted she truly
was.

Not for her this evening was the sleep of the Elves, but the sleep of Men, all too human, and only due to her overpowering exhaustion. She
struggled sleepily out of her gown, and draped it over a nearby chair. At the foot of the bed was an elegantly carved chaise that looked out over
most of Rivendell. It sat, as the bed did, directly in front of the modest patio off her private room, where the wispy panels of white fluttered in the
breeze from the open area.

This was new, she realized, new and special, just for her. Unable to resist, she sank down on it, relished the silky material against her bare skin,
and reclined for but a moment. Then she remembered that she was in plain view of all of Rivendell, and hurriedly moved back from the patio.

Her sleeping gown was folded atop the coverlet, and it was luxuriously beautiful; white, silky, and with long flowing sleeves that would barely
whisper against her skin. It slipped over her head with a graceful flow, and she sighed as the fabric settled against her.

She could keep her eyes open no longer, and dragged herself to the bedside, folding back the light fluffy quilt and crawling in between the sheets.
Within minutes, she was drifting off in the sleep of Men; deep, dark, and full of dreams.
 
 

~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~ ~*~
 
 

Elrond was reclined back in his bed, arms crossed behind his head, when he heard her cry. Not verbally, but in his mind. It was a cry for help, to
fight a darkness, and it could not be disobeyed. Coralynne had chosen to turn to him for comfort as he’d hoped, and yet it didn’t make him feel as
good as he thought it might. She was in pain and suffering, and he had to help her.

It had occurred to him many times that Coralynne was not a child anymore. She had blossomed into a grown woman, and carried her many years
with grace. But a woman with a broken heart was a fragile thing indeed, and he knew now that she needed care and patience to heal. That was
what he must give her.

He slid from the bed quickly, pulling on only his robe in his haste, and hurried from his room. His Elvin feet made barely a sound on the stone floors
as he made his way to Coralynne’s room. When he entered, he checked his pace, slowed his breathing, forced himself to be calm.

What he saw nearly broke his heart.

Coralynne sat, stiff-backed, on the chaise he’d brought for her. In both hands she clasped a bracelet, wrought with emeralds the glinted in the
moonlight. He knew the jewelry of Mirkwood well, and knew then that it had been a gift from Legolas. Likely, a parting gift, or…

“Something to remember him by,” she said softly, turning it round and round in her fingers.

Elrond didn’t speak, but sat beside her quietly in front of the patio.

“I tried to sleep, but I kept seeing him,” she confided. “He was in my dreams, telling me...” Her breath hitched a bit, but she kept on. “Telling me
that he didn’t love me, that meeting me was a mistake. Maybe it’s true,” she continued, as if speaking to everyone and no one in particular.
“Maybe it’s not my destiny to be loved. Perhaps my faith and devotion will be better served elsewhere. But not for him…not for him…”

It was then that she broke, and he could swear he heard the crack of her heart. Her face fell, and her head dropped. Her weeping was silent, yet
her body shuddered with every breath she took. All he could hear was the inhale and exhale of her breath, and forever would that sound be
etched into his memory. Her sobs were torn from her heart, from her very soul, and in this way did she choose to work out her grief and despair.

Unable to stand the sight any longer, Elrond gathered her into his arms, pillowed her head on his shoulder. Still, her weeping continued as he
stroked her back and arms, trying to comfort her in the best way he could. Her hair was golden silk beneath his hands, and he brushed it out of
the way, feeling her shudders clear to his inner being.

It appeared Galadriel’s warnings hadn’t been as useful as she had thought they might. Coralynne was still heartbroken and Legolas was a fool. He
wished he could blame the young Prince for his fickle heart, but he could not, for if that was the way the stars had been laid there was naught to
be done. Yet here, in his arms, was the one he could help, and he meant to with all that he had. She would know no grief during her stay in his
home he vowed, and if it was within his will he would have her stay for always, and never leave.

Yet things were not always as wished at the end of days. This he knew, and this he accepted.

Eventually, the weeping subsided, leaving only Coralynne, wrung out and exhausted, in his arms. She sniffed occasionally, but made no move to
extricate herself from his tender embrace. Touched and encouraged, he placed a kiss upon her temple, felt her pulse pounding heavily there. Her
weeping had triggered a bit of head pain, and he sought to ease it. He placed his hands on either side of the base of her skull and touched his
forehead to hers, opened his mind to her, perhaps a bit too much.

Coralynne saw so much in that split instant. She saw his care for her, his concern, his anger at Legolas, and his grief that he could do no more to
help her than he already was. There were so many underlying emotions that she was not skilled enough to read, and yet she could feel them all,
emanating from him in waves. His feelings were raw, and he made no move to conceal them as he healed her pain.

He removed his hands from her neck and leaned back scant inches so that he could see her face. She tried to duck her head, but gently he tipped
her eyes to meet his own. Tear tracks were still evident, and her eyes were red, swollen from her sobs. Her cheeks were wet, and he brushed
them dry with the sleeve of his robe.

Coralynne felt tired and drowsy, but at the same time something inside her ignited. She didn’t know what it was, but she knew how to ease it, and
so she did. Her senses having momentarily deserted her, she turned her face to his and nuzzled his mouth, finally taking the heart-stopping leap
to touch her lips to his.

Lightning sparked between them, and Elrond shivered. He felt like he was under a spell, compelled by forces not his own. He sat motionless in
shock for what seemed like eternity, his mind struggling to comprehend what his body was already telling him. When he caught on, his hands
gripped her upper arms firmly, and he returned her kiss, unable to stop himself. More claps of thunder sounded, followed by more lightning as she
submitted to his will. His large hand curved about her neck and held her close, while the other snaked around her shoulders. He was a man
possessed, and thinking was no longer an option. There was life in her, in this young woman so grief-stricken and strong; life that was being
offered freely and of her own will.

But then reality dawned, and he pulled back from her quickly. Lightning was, in fact, still flashing outside, and the thunder was booming as loudly
as before. His breathing was harsh, while hers came in soft puffs to match. He felt as though he should feel ashamed, but at the same time knew
something had happened, something wonderful. Coralynne’s eyes were wide, her face ashen despite her already pale skin. He cursed himself,
thinking he’d shocked her or worse, hurt her. He immediately loosened his grip on her arms, trying to think of words to apologize for his behavior,
but she beat him to it.

“I…I’m sorry, Lord Elrond. I don’t know what came over me. I…please go…” her voice was soft, and she dropped her face, ashamed. Elrond tipped
her chin up and looked into her eyes. “Do not apologize. Something is telling me that both of us were more than a trifle beyond control.” He
embraced her again in reassurance, and then the torrent of rain came.

Shocked, they sprang apart as one to close the doors to the patio and noted as they did so that everyone else was doing the same. Cries rent the
air, and were drowned in the sound of more thunder. “A storm?” she called to Elrond. “During this season?”

“It hasn’t happened in quite some time,” he called back, “but these do occasionally occur. Don’t worry, everything will be fine in the morning.”

They finally managed to get the doors latched and shut, and collapsed back onto the chaise, soaked and exhausted.

“Coralynne,” Elrond said softly, turning to face her. “I apologize if I upset you or…if I hurt you.” He took her arm in his and slid the sleeve of her
gown upwards, biting back curses at the slight sign of bruises on her upper arm.

“I bruise easily,” she explained, trying to ease his guilt. But he would have none of it. “I was too rough with you. I’m sorry.”

When he moved to leave she placed a gentle but restraining hand on his forearm. “No. Please, don’t be sorry. I…it was enjoyable,” she put in
softly, her cheeks flaming as she said the words. Elrond’s mouth nearly dropped to the floor, but he held his poise quite well as he sat back down
beside her. As he did so, he felt some of the ice around her heart melt away, and was heartened.

“You must change out of this wet gown,” he said at last, drawing her to stand as he did and wrapping her robe about her shoulders. She still
made no move to do so, so he opened a door in the wall and slipped another gown off a post. Nudging her toward the bathing area he bade her
change into it, and then come get into bed and go to sleep. While she did so he hurried back to his own quarters for fresh clothing, not bothering
to change into them but rather concealing them beneath his robes as he dashed back to Coralynne’s room.

When he entered she had already slid into the bed, and her eyes were closed. Elrond quietly slipped into the bathing area as well, shed his
drenched and heavy robes, and slipped on another. She was watching him now as he came back out, this time in a robe of deep blue, and she
 smiled as he approached her bedside. “How do you feel?” he asked her, brushing a lock of hair from her face.

“As well as can be expected, my Lord, when one’s heart is knocked for a loop twice in one day. And you? I see the storm didn’t swallow you
whole.” Coralynne managed a smile along with her tease, then her body jerked as another crack of thunder rolled through the valley.

“No, it did not. But I needed to be certain you were alright. If you are, I’ll return to my quarters…”

“No. Please…please stay. I don’t want to be left alone again…” And in her voice he heard the measure of the small child she had once been, and
he saw how she must see things. When she had been a small child the bloodthirsty Orcs had murdered her ‘parents’, Lanat had died and left her
alone, and now Legolas had, it seemed, abandoned her, along with their chance for happiness. Many cruel things had happened to this young
woman, and he hoped they would be among the last.

“Alright, then, I’ll stay here with you. You don’t have to be afraid. I’ll be right here,” he said, pulling a spare blanket from another wall closet and
spreading it out upon the chaise. He pillowed his head on the backrest and took a deep breath.

“I’ll be right here…”

EIGHTEEN:-
Mysteries Solved...

When Coralynne awoke the next morning, the sun was not out as brightly as anticipated the night before. Rain still fell in sheets, and the sky was
a deep gray. Grateful that the rooms maintained a steady and comfortable warmth, she sighed and let her head fall back against the pillow once
more. She jumped when she glanced over and laid eyes upon Elrond, watching her intently. So silent had he been that she had no notion he was
even still sharing the same space with her.

“Good morning, Lord Elrond,” she said softly, unsure of how he would react to her or wish to proceed due to the events of the previous evening.
She had, after all, kissed him. Openly, boldly, and without remorse…well, almost without remorse. But it had been so wonderful, so thorough and
intense. She wondered if she would ever feel such passion again.

More rational now, she could compare and be circumspect about things. Legolas’ kisses had never held that much fire or intensity as Elrond’s had.
Perhaps it was the span of Ages that Elrond had endured that gave him such a passion. He was very much older than she, though he did not look
it, and there was no doubt that he would be very much more experienced in these matters. While at the same time he’d made her feel special, in
those few moments when they had been so close. It was as if he could read her, knew what she wanted before she could even think it.

“Good morrow, Coralynne. Did you sleep well?” Elrond asked, reading her at that very moment. She was nervous, uncertain of him or his reaction
to her. He could feel her want, her need to be close to him, though he doubted she was even aware of it herself. It took much restraint not to tug
her into his arms, more restraint than he possessed. In the end, the need won out, and he reached out, tentatively, extending the invitation.

Wholeheartedly, and relieved, Coralynne accepted, very nearly throwing herself into his arms, burrowing deeply into the refuge of his big, hard
body, sculpted with Ages of warfare and training. He was so much power and strength that it would have been intimidating but for the fact that
she knew he would never hurt her; knew it with a certainty that left her shaken, as it was

.

Elrond sighed, closed his eyes against a wave of relief as he felt her relax against him. He had feared that she would be regretting their shared
moment of passion from the evening before; that she would wish him to leave and let her be. But she had not. She had opened herself to him, and
to that connection, despite her already wounded heart.

And he had been so alone. With Celebrian gone there had been no one to fill the empty aching places of his heart, and he had been in despair
since then. Until now. Until this golden-haired wonder had found her way into his life all those thousands of years ago. He hadn’t known then what
she would become, or what her destiny would be, but he had done all in his power to save her and keep her whole. He had succeeded, but now
the wondering was reserved for the knowledge of just what he had saved her for. If only he could find some clue as to how it would end…but no.
That was not the way of things. He would know all he needed in due time, and until then he would enjoy the moments as they came and not be
distracted by the thought of whatever might befall the courageous young woman.

“Coralynne,” he said softly, “are you awake?”

“Yes.”

“I would very much love to kiss you again.”

That got her attention. She jerked her head up, eyes wide, face pale. “You…you want to…to kiss me? Again?”

Elrond smiled, almost shocked by his own honesty. “Yes. Very much.”

“Oh,” she said, blushing. “Well, alright then.”

He wasted no time for her to rethink her response, and descended upon her lips like a starving man would a feast, and sipped at them for long
moments at a time. Coralynne shivered and held on, kissing him back with as much intensity as came to her, shocking his heart and soul with the
unwavering honesty of her passion.

This was truly a gift, and he intended to enjoy it while it lasted, for he knew not when it would be taken away.

Coralynne was in shock. Her body didn’t seem to be under her own control, for she had not the knowledge or experience with which she
responded to the caress of his lips. They were soft, and silky, and she gave them full reign over her as she submitted to the liquid pleasure- filled
mush that was her brain.

Finally, they moved back from each other, shocked and out of breath, puffing slightly while their locked eyes spoke volumes. This was only the
beginning, it seemed, and a new one indeed.

“You should sleep a while longer,” Elrond suggested, pushing her head back down into her pillow. “I will stay with you, here, if you will permit it…”

Coralynne nodded her head, a sparkle in her eyes. “But you must stay close, else I might be plagued with nightmares, or worse…some fiend might
attack me in my slumber and carry me off.”

Elrond drew her closer and spoke in a conspiratorial voice. “Now, if he were to do that, where exactly would be a good place to hide?”

The only answer he got was a thump in the chest before Coralynne settled against it, and closed her eyes.
 
 

~*~*~*~*~*~
 
 

She blinked, allowing her eyes to adjust to the light that nearly blinded her. So bright was it that the sun seemed to touch the land, yet the heat
was missing. Surreal colors enveloped her in a pale mist, just out of reach of her fingertips. Another vision, she decided, and turned her head,
encountering Galadriel just as she’d known she would.

“Greetings, Lady,” she voiced, bowing her head to the bright vision before her.

Galadriel smiled, knowing that Coralynne was ever more receptive of the visits she bestowed. Yet her news this time was not for the best.
Somehow her sight had gotten mingled, and the path Coralynne now chose was not the one intended by the Fates. But perhaps it was. Even
Galadriel was uncertain of the meaning of the sudden change of events. At length she spoke.

“Young one, I have sensed the connection between yourself and the Lord of Imladris.” Coralynne colored a bit upon the delicate words, yet
Galadriel continued. “In my mirror, child, I have seen much, and as have you. But there is a disturbance.

Something is wrong, for the visions are becoming ever more vague. This path is not right. Many things are set off balance by these things that
have come to pass. Lord Elrond feels much for you it is certain, yet this is not your destiny. It has been nearly two passings of the seasons since
your Prince has sent word, has it not?”

Coralynne nodded, sadness paling her skin.

“Have you not considered the source of such a callous disregard?”

“Nay, my Lady, I have not. I simply thought that he had made a decision. I had not, truthfully, considered all the possibilities…” For the first time,
Coralynne felt shamed. She had not considered anything at all. Her heart had simply been hurt and offended at being so thoughtlessly discarded.

Any number of things could have caused such a lapse. Perhaps his father was ill, or his homeland was in distress. A death in the family… No. No, he
was not dead. She would feel it if he was. He was alive. Her head felt light as she breathed her relief at the knowledge.

“My Lady, do you know something? Has ill befallen him? Please, I must know.”

Galadriel searched the heart and soul of the young Elf maiden before her, and was pleased to learn that her love for the Prince of Mirkwood had
not changed or lessened. Her heart was twisted with anxiety and grief over what possibilities lay before her. It was with this last that convinced
Galadriel to reveal her knowledge.

“He has fallen ill, child. Mirkwood slips ever more into the shadow, and your Prince, in his haste to save his kingdom, took flight to his homeland,
and his father. He was wounded in a fierce battle with many Orcs, and their poisoned arrows have rent his flesh.” As she spoke, Coralynne’s eyes
filled with bright moisture, becoming pools of pain. Galadriel continued. “He sent no word prior for your sake, as he had no wish to distress you or
interrupt your learning, your change. Nine moons has he fought off the dreadful poison, yet he is slowly fading. Mirkwood is without the skilled
hands of a healer. But you, young one…you know how to save him.”

“Me, Lady? I am…I am not a healer.” Coralynne was having trouble speaking past the growing thicket of tears that threatened.

Galadriel smiled reassuringly. “Yes, child, you know how to save the young Prince. You will see. But you must go to him now, and with all haste.
Mirkwood can be treacherous at best to a rider, so I pray thee take Haldir, for he is the most trusted of all. And he cares for you, child. He cares for
you greatly. So go, now, and know that I shall be watching over you.”

With that, Galadriel vanished in the mist, holding her hand up in silent farewell, her solemn beautiful face full of serenity and peace despite the
grave situation.

Shortly after, Coralynne awoke with a start, sitting bolt upright. Elrond was nowhere in the room. Sighing her thanks, she slipped quickly from the
bed. The beautiful gray gown remained where it was, for Coralynne was dressing in her riding habit. She would depart on the afternoon.

Thanks to Celeborn’s patient teachings, she knew the way to Mirkwood, though she had never traveled it. Haldir would guide her and protect her
from harm, and Valar knew she was capable of protecting herself.

Her haste saw her buttoning and clasping the light blue material to her body, then slipping on her hose, then the tunic. She strapped her sword to
her waist, slipped the delicate and deadly throwing knives into her boots, and buckled on her quiver and bow. There was no time to waste, for
every minute was precious to Legolas’ life.

Seeing it all now, immense guilt for what she had done with Lord Elrond filled her. The kiss they had shared had indeed been passionate, but she
realized then that, while there had been passion, there had been no soul-stirring love; no blending of souls that Legolas had stirred between
them. How foolish she had been.

And now she might not get a chance to set that right.

She did not bother to bind her hair, as it would take up too much valuable time. It hung loose in a golden waterfall to her waist, yet she paid it no
heed.

They would take the High Pass through the Misty Mountains, and cross into the forest of Mirkwood by way of the Old Ford, following the Forest
Road to the Celduin. Then they would proceed northward, continuing along its banks, until they reached the home of Thranduil, Legolas’ father.
That was, if they survived the journey. In these days the way was in shadow, and much evil waited to rend and plunder. However, it was a risk
that must be taken. Galadriel had seemed so certain that Coralynne could save Legolas’ life. It must be so.

She rushed from her room, her long strides eating up the distance between her quarters and the room Haldir had been given. The sun had not yet
dawned, and a deep mist had settled in the valley. She would not find Haldir in his quarters, this she knew. So, she continued on to the large
trees, seeking him among the branches. She sat upon the bench that she and Legolas had shared, knowing that Haldir would come to her.

She had no more than touched on the tender memories than a shadow

distinguished itself from among the trees. “Hello, Haldir,” she spoke, as the Guard came to stand before her. “We must leave Rivendell. Today.
Legolas has taken many Orc arrows, and their poison is destroying him. Galadriel came to me…she said I must make all haste to Mirkwood, for I am
the one who knows how to heal him.” Now she was talking, it seemed, more to herself than to Haldir, who stood watching her with much concern.
He knew of the connection between Coralynne and Elrond, had felt it, though he did not know how. Yet it seemed her love for his friend had not
changed.

There was too much to be thought on just then. Their journey was very urgent, and he would go to collect what provisions they would need for
the long journey.

“I do not know how to save him, Haldir,” Coralynne whispered, her voice broken on a wave of unshed tears. “I do not…” She hugged her middle
and hung her head, the wave of golden silk covering her face and the tears that slipped from her anguished eyes.

Unable to stand her pain, Haldir sat beside her and drew her into his arms, stroking her back. “It’s alright, Lady. We will reach him in time. Cry. It
will heal you…” He did not have to ask again. Coralynne sobbed, the sound so broken and raw that it shook his heart in his chest. Long moments
passed as she continued to weep, all the while stroking her back and cradling her neck to his shoulder. And somewhere far in the distance a figure
gleamed, that of an Elf Lord, tall and proud of bearing. His hair was long and flaxen, and Haldir knew instantly who it was:

Lanat…once more watching over his precious charge.

The noble Lord raised a hand in thanks and farewell, and Haldir raised his own in return, their eyes locking in a silent message. Haldir was
responsible for her safety now, more than ever, and he knew it. The very idea that he had been permitted to leave the Halls of Mandos was clue
enough to the strong devotion he had for the young woman. Not once had Lanat failed in his promise to watch over her, adding a measure of
security to her life that was much appreciated.

Eventually, Coralynne’s whimpers subsided, leaving only the young woman in his protective embrace. Lanat vanished as quickly as he’d appeared,
and Haldir turned his attention back to her. “Feel better?” he asked, smiling. He brushed away the last traces of her tears, and set her away from
him. Sniffling a bit, she nodded and smiled back. “We should be going, my friend. Our journey is of the utmost urgency and under the gravest of
circumstances. Come, let us make haste.”

They moved along at a fast pace, reaching Elrond’s quarters and entering without requesting an audience. Coralynne knew that he would not
mind.

Elrond hurried out to greet them, sensing the tension that preceded them. “What is it?” he questioned, and knew instantly upon looking into
Coralynne’s eyes. “You must go to him now, and without delay,” he responded, once she had finished telling him of Galadriel’s visit. His heart hurt
at the thought of her departure when he had been blessed with her for so short a time, but it was not to be. He knew this, and it made him ache
all the more for her. It was not his place to dictate the winds of fate, and so would he let her go. Those brief kisses would warm his heart for all
the rest of his days, and that was enough.

The arrangements were made, and the two determined Elves were ready for departure a scant two hours later. Dananir pranced and tossed his
head, anxious to be off once more. Haldir’s mount, too, sensed the need for speed, and could hardly be restrained. Mounted, the two bade Lord
Elrond farewell.

He approached Coralynne’s side, and extended a hand. She took it without reluctance, and immediately felt an energy flowing between them. His
gray eyes were steady and reassuring, yet a lingering pain flamed in their depths. “It is not meant to be, My Lord,” she whispered, gazing down
upon his strong and noble face. He nodded, and squeezed her hand. “May the stars shine down on you, young one. I shall be vigilant until your
safe return.”

“My thanks, my friend. Until then, be well.” She looked to Haldir, who nodded and turned his mount in the direction of the High Pass. With one last
look at Elrond, who stood, his hand raised in farewell, she nodded and rode away from the path that was not meant for her.

Once they reached the borders of Rivendell, they gave the horses their lead, and set out across the land with a great speed…
 
 

~*~*~*~*~*~
 
 

Nineteen days later…
 
 

Coralynne sighed, standing up from the place she had taken her rest in. The long journey, it seemed, had taken its tool, despite her now-Elven
form. Today was the last leg of their journey, and she would be in Mirkwood come evening.

The way had indeed been perilous, as Galadriel said. Thrice had they been attacked by beings of the Shadow, and thrice had they managed to
escape unscathed. Once, an arrow had nearly found its mark in Haldir’s throat, but Coralynne, seeing Legolas once again, had lashed out with her
long sword, knocking the poison-tipped instrument of death from the very air. Nodding his thanks, the skirmish had continued, until the Orcs fled
back into the bushes. Praise the Valar there had only been small bands each time, or else they may not have fared so well.

As a rule, the nastier beings stayed inland of the forest, disdaining the road and the travelers. But the moment one strayed off into the brush was
when they made their grave, and likely final, mistake.

Now, as she looked on Haldir putting out the last tiny remains of their campfire, her heart filled with dread. She did not know what to expect when
she came to him. Never before had she seen the victim of an Orc’s arrow. Even then, Galadriel had said they had rent his flesh. Did that mean
there had been several arrows? If so, how had he managed to cling to his life for so long? Nine moons!

“Haldir, my friend. Please, let us make haste. Now more than ever do I sense the need to make time.”

Haldir nodded, sensing the growing anticipation in her. She was close now, and her heart was filled with fear; fear for Legolas and his life. That
kind of love pierced his heart with envy, but he shook it off. Those were feelings for later, not now.

At long last, they mounted up and set their heels to the animals’ sides.

The leagues stretched on and on, and the day lengthened, until at last the palace loomed before them. Coralynne’s breath nearly stopped.
Somehow, despite all the ill shadow that crept around, Legolas’ home had retained its majesty and splendor.

They were detained at the gates, and their identities questioned. They didn’t know Coralynne, but Haldir was a familiar face, and anyone with him
was trusted as well. He spoke for her, and they were permitted entrance.

Coralynne was now lost, and she didn’t know which way to turn. It was now that Haldir’s experience came in, and he guided her along to the
palace gates. Once more they were delayed, until Coralynne’s urgency was such that she simply pushed past the guard and inside. Haldir warned
them to stay in their place, informing them that if they laid a single fingertip upon her they would suffer the consequences with him.

That seemed to do the trick, and he raced along the hall to Legolas’ quarters, certain that was where the young Prince would be. At last outside
his door, he turned to Coralynne, intending to warn her that Orc poison had a devastating effect on the body of an Elf, and that she should be
prepared, but there was no chance for it. She slipped past him and inside, stopping dead in her tracks.

Legolas lay there, his face ghostly white, his lips tinged blue with the slowed blood flow through his body. Bandages were placed in six different
spots on his front, and she knew instantly they were all of the arrows that had violated such flawless flesh. A sob built up in her throat but she
ignored it.

Bent over the bedside was another Elf, and despite his appearance she knew it had to be Thranduil, his father. He stood now and set his hand to
his scabbard. “Who are you, and what have you come for? What is your business here?” he demanded, his eyes lined with grief and ringed with
dark circles.

Coralynne stepped forward, flanked by a protective Haldir. “My Lord, my name is Coralynne. Lady Galadriel has sent me…I…I am…”

“-his betrothed,” Haldir interrupted, causing both heads to swivel towards him instantaneously. “She has learned of his illness and has come to
provide what aid she can. Surely you would not deny her that.” The challenge in his tone brooked no argument, even to the elder Elf Lord.

Thranduil gazed long upon the stony face of the Guardsman. He remembered this one. Haldir, a friend of his son, and the most trusted of Galadriel’
s Guard. He trusted him, and knew that his words must have some truth in them. “I care not for what Galadriel sees in her wicked mirror, but my
son…” he said, his voice breaking somewhat. “My son is dying. If you can help him, I beg of you, please…please do so.” With that, he nodded to
Coralynne and left the room, looking every bit his many Ages. Haldir sent her a reassuring look and exited behind, shutting the door firmly.

Coralynne took a step toward the bed, not knowing what to do; wanting to run but needing to stay. She choked back a sob at the angry color of
his skin, and knelt beside him. Her eyes brimmed with tears as she gazed upon his flesh, perfect to her even now as it was, rent with the livid and
ghastly wounds from many arrows.

“Oh, love…” she whispered, trailing her fingertips from shoulder to waist, a tear slipping down her cheek. “What could have caused such a
travesty?” Gently, she peeled the bandages off, seeing that they needed to be changed, already plumped with the blood that ever oozed from the
deep wounds. Still the Prince made no sign of consciousness. His noble face stayed solemn in sleep, his breathing shallow and labored.
Methodically she cleaned them, and rewrapped them with the finest linen after coating them with a healing salve she had brought from Lorien.

Overcome with her despair at knowing nothing else to do, she traced his beloved flesh, gripped his hand in hers and pressed it to the side of her
face. Only now did she let go, her tears spilling with the solemnity of one who knows no hope. Her weeping was silent, yet her body was wracked
with her grief.

She felt a slight tingling in her palm, and opened her eyes. A frosty shimmer had begun there, and now it spread, covering her fingertips, her wrist,
up her arm and over her chest. An intense energy swelled inside her, and she gasped at the unfamiliar sensation. Something was happening to
her…she cried out as the tingling became a throb, though not a painful one. It felt as though her heart were swelling and thundering in her chest.
Her entire body began to tremble, and phrases of an unknown language whispered around her; a female voice, in a language that sounded
something close to Sindarin, but still unintelligible to Coralynne’s unaccustomed ears.

She slipped her hands up to cup Legolas’ face, her body feeling as though it were beyond her control. Someone else had taken up the reins inside
her, and now Coralynne was but a passenger. She watched through her own eyes as her forehead tipped down to touch his. The ball of energy
moved from her chest up through her forehead, and the whispering grew louder, more intense.

She jerked as she felt it grow even steadier, a pulse that throbbed. She placed her lips to his, and breathed into him, the healing energy entering
the Prince’s body. Coralynne shook and felt strength leaving her, but paid it no heed. Color had begun to come back into his lean pale cheeks, and
his breathing grew steady.

At length the energy dispersed, and she collapsed beside the bed, unconscious.

Above her, Legolas sat up and shook his head, dizzy and disoriented. “Coralynne?” he said tentatively, looking around the room. He saw no one.
Confused, he went to slip from the bed, and his foot encountered flesh. Startled, he looked down, and his heart leapt into his throat. He’d thought
he was dreaming, but she’d really been there, with him, healing him. “Coralynne!” he exclaimed, sliding from the bed and gathering her into his
arms. He tipped her head up to look at him, but she was unconscious, her breathing soft. He tightened his hold on her and buried his face in the
heavy silk of her hair, fighting to hold back the tears of joy that came.

He knew she had healed him, or some spirit had taken her and healed him of the poison that flowed in his veins. Six Orcish arrows had pierced his
flesh in that battle that seemed so recent, yet he knew it could not be. How had she known? He hadn’t sent word to her before the attack for fear
of causing her distress or worry, and after he had been wounded and unable.

Galadriel. He knew it instantly. It had been she who’d given Coralynne the information, told her to come here to heal him. He owed his life to them
both…but his heart, he decided…his heart he owed to none but the one in his arms now. She had come through great danger to reach him,
forsaking her own life for the hope of saving his.

They sat that way for long moments that stretched into hours, and finally her eyes fluttered open. “Legolas?” she whispered, not wanting to hope
too much. Had it worked? Whatever had come upon her, had it worked?

“Yes, sweet, I am here. You healed me…”

She flung herself against him. “Oh, yes…thank you Galadriel,” she whispered, burrowing into his embrace. “I thought…I thought you had changed
your mind, that you didn’t wish to see me. When I reached Rivendell, Lord Elrond said you had gone…”

Legolas grimaced, his foolishness a sting. “I dared not wait. My home had come under attack by the Shadow once again, and my father needed
me. The creatures that…” He trailed off, shivering. “They were things you would never want to see. Yet we prevailed once again, and I have won
an even more important battle. You are here, with me. That is all that matters.”

For long moments eyes met and held, and the love that passed between them was a tangible thing. If any other had been present they could
have reached out and touched it.

Legolas pressed a kiss to her forehead, slipping down so that he could capture her lips with his own. That kiss breathed more life into him than he
had felt in many turns of the moon, and he shuddered against her, helpless to do anything more than hold on to the love and passion that flared
between them.

Breathless, he gently set her back from him so that he could look at her. “You have changed,” he said softly, taking in the color in her cheeks and
the lithe fullness of her frame. Her hair had grown long since last he parted from her, nearly hanging to her waist in a silken waterfall.

There were other changes as well. There was a wisdom about her now, a knowledge that emanated from her. She had benefited from the tutoring
of Celeborn and Galadriel, it seemed, just as he had known she would.

“I have not changed so much, my love,” she said, smiling. He stroked her hair and placed yet another kiss against her skin, this time just in front of
her ear. Already she felt a need stirring in her, but she tamped it down quickly. He was just healed, and his strength would not be fully restored
until he had rested properly.

She settled herself in his arms, her back to his front, and told him what had taken place. She spoke of the three encounters they’d had with the
bloodthirsty Orcs, and how Haldir had nearly been shot through the throat. She spoke of their hasty ride on the Forest Road, and their arrival at
the palace.

“I’m afraid Haldir told your father that…that I was your betrothed,” she said, staring straight ahead. She dared not look at him for fear of his
reaction. Silly as it was, her heart was still hurt from the seasons without word, and she didn’t know his true feelings for certain.

Legolas smiled, then froze. The word betrothed sent warm flickers throughout his body, and he realized that he really did wish it were true. He
could imagine wedding this wonderful woman, could see her standing before him in a ceremonial gown, her long hair shining and her eyes full of
love. He could see her in the light of the moon, breathless in his arms from a night of loving, yet perfectly content to simply lie with him. He saw her
with child, glowing and beautiful as a flower in the sunlight, and his heart constricted with longing.

Coralynne felt Legolas tense, and mistook his reaction for one of dislike. She made to get up. “I’m sorry. I’ll explain to your father right now.
Excuse me.” When she tried to stand up and get away from him he caught her wrist, held it when she struggled. She had to get out before he saw
the tears that brimmed her lashes.

“Wait,” Legolas said, standing before her. “Why would you leave me so soon?” he queried, his soft voice caressing her like a warm breeze.

Coralynne turned her face away, but he molded his hand to the back of her neck. “I understand that you would never consider marrying me,
Legolas. It was just a way to convince your father to let me help heal you.”

Legolas was shocked. “Not want to marry you? Oh, love, how wrong you are…” he said, shaking his head. Coralynne’s eyes widened. “Don’t look
so surprised.” He tugged her to the edge of the bed, and pulled her down with him as he sat. Taking her hands in his, he kissed each palm, and
held them to the sides of his face. “I was seeing things; pictures of you…of our wedding, of you and I together, of you with a child. My child,” he
said, reflexively spreading his palm over her soft stomach. Coralynne gasped at such tender words, her breath momentarily caught in her throat.

Legolas felt something firm beneath the sleeve of her tunic and slid it up,

revealing the emerald bracelet he’d given her those two long years before. “You are still wearing this,” he said, almost reverently tracing the
curves of her arm. “I never take it off,” she replied, watching the emotions flutter across his handsome face.

He could stand no more of this torture. “Coralynne,” he whispered, pulling her to him, encasing her in his bow-strengthened arms. Their lips met
once more, and she complied with his every wish, opening for him both her lips and her soul. She could feel him invade her very being with his
nearness, and the strength of her feelings nearly overwhelmed her.

He kissed her, and continued kissing her, for what seemed like eternity. It had been so long since he’d tasted her sweet lips, or felt her soft skin
beneath his fingertips. For a long while before she had come to him he’d decided he would never again see her face. But here she was, safe in his
arms, loving him as he’d loved her ever since he’d taken his leave.

“Enough,” he said, dragging his lips from hers. “I have missed you for so long, and now that you are near, I fear that I have not the strength to
maintain myself.”

Coralynne smiled, toying with a loose lock of her love’s hair. She kissed him again, then trailed butterflies down his cheek, across his nose, and
down to the base of his neck. When he gasped at her bold touch she smiled and pulled back.

He gripped her forearms in his hands and pulled her near to him. “Coralynne,” he said, his tone urgent and serious. “Marry me. Be my betrothed,
so we can make it not a lie.” His endless eyes devoured her soul, and Coralynne was taken aback by the serious request. “Legolas, I…” She gazed
into his eyes and saw everything there she had missed. Care, hope, and desire…love… “Do you love me?” she asked earnestly, her gaze holding
his own steady.
 
 

It took him less than the span of a heartbeat to respond. “I love you more than my next breath,” he said, and Coralynne smiled, blinking back
those tears that seemed ever-present in the recent future. Legolas saw them and kissed both the corners of her eyes, brushing the tears away.
“Marry me, be my wife, not because we are good together, or because that’s what is meant to be. Be my wife because I love you…”

“Yes, Legolas,” she said softly, kissing his cheek and cuddling against his neck. “Yes, I will marry you.” Her smile grew bigger the more she
thought, and the more she thought the more excited she became.

It seemed that Lanat’s stories of her being carried away by a Prince with a white steed had been more than just tales. They had come true…

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