Cool winds blew through her hair as she ran, through the seemingly endless fields of emerald green. He saw her as a blur at first, her hair the only part of her he could discern. But he knew it was her, running towards him, running light.

He felt as if he had not seen her for ages, though it had only been a few days. His heart ached to hold her, to hide her from the world so that she could not be taken by it, so that she could be his own little secret. He did not know why he did not run towards her, to meet her, to receive her. He seemed rooted where he stood.

She raised her eyes to the sky as she ran. It was blue, a calm sweet blue, perfect blue. Everything here was perfect, for it was a dream. She could always tell, and now that the power was manifesting inside of her, she knew that she must make the most of this time.

He was standing on the slope. He wore no weapons, nor did she. There was no need for weapons here, of course there wasn’t. They did not know peril nor pain here.

She ran up the slope and he outstretched his arms for her, and they embraced fiercely. They did not speak for several minutes, there was no need. There was only him, and her, his crystal blue eyes and her glittering amber ones, locked together.

When they finally released one another, they began to walk, hand in hand, down to the small body of water that ran through this land.

"I feel as though I have not seen you for years," she said, smiling at him as she kissed his hand that was in hers.

"It is the same for me." He replied, grasping her hand tighter. Her hair was blowing a bit in the wind, and it gave off the scent of jasmine. "How do you fare?" he asked her, as they reached a small log and sat on it.

"I am well, despite the circumstances. My heart yearns for you, to be with you, for all of this to be over. But I know what I must do for it to be so." She smiled at him again, and looked out at the water. "and you?" she said. "how do you fare?"

"It has been three days," he said. "Though we have not found what we are looking for, we remain hopeful."

"No, Legolas," she said. She touched his chest, where his heart was, "I mean how do YOU fare?" She looked up at him as she asked the question.

He smiled at her. "I fare the same as you. These small meetings keep my spirits light."

"It makes it easier to go on, knowing that in dreams we will be together. I did not want to leave you, Legolas." She said, tears in her eyes. "But it is what I must do."

He took her hand that still rested by his heart. "I know." He said.

No more words were spoken, as she turned and heard her name being called. "Jairah….. Jairah…" the voice came on the wind.

She looked at him tenderly. "I must go now." She leaned over and kissed his forehead, and with a flash of light, she was gone.

*****

Jairah awoke to the sound of Sam’s voice calling her name. She sat up and blinked. It was her turn to keep watch. They had been travelling for three days now, on to Mordor, with Frodo. She struggled to bring herself into the present, to forget the dream she’d just had.

Jairah nodded at Sam, and he went to rest. She stood up and walked over to the fire, and put another piece of firewood on it, then sat back down. She wondered if Legolas was still locked in the dream. She believed that they had been sharing the dreams, because every other night or so, they met in the same place, and they talked of how the other fared. These meetings, though brief, sustained her.

She believed that they were sharing the dreams because they shared blood, they shared part of eachother souls. But she could not be certain. She sighed, and listened to the woods around her whisper. She heard the footsteps of what stalked them, but dared not come near to them, not yet. It was far off enough to where it could not find them for the night.

It would be light soon, and then they would continue through the woods, towards that dark spot in the sky. Jairah sighed again and turned her attention to sharpening her sword.

Chapter 2: Gollum

At first light, Jairah woke the hobbits from sleep and they started off again. For three days they'd been picking their way through Emyn Muil, sometimes having to retrace their steps, though going ever eastward.

Through a gully they went, Frodo falling down a gulch and them having to haul him up. They travelled ever onward.

Jairah sensed the presence that stalked them, but said nothing. She was waiting for it to come closer to them. The hobbits heard its
voice, speaking to itself.

"Gollum!" Frodo exclaimed. The creature was crawling down a wall towards them.

"Against the wall!" whispered Jairah. They all flattened themselves against the wall, as Gollum neared them. When he was about twenty feet away, she flew out and snatched him.

"ARGGH!" he hissed. "Nasty, nasty elf with the bright eyes! Come to kill poor Smeagol, gollum!" He tried to bite her, and spat in her face.

Jairah had wrestled him down to the ground. "Hold him, Sam!" she ordered, as she pulled out her bow and arrow, and aimed it at him.

"Hold still, you foul creature!" Sam yelled at him. Gollum struggled more and more, finally getting his horribly strong arms and legs round Sam's, pinning Sam to the ground.

"Let go, Gollum!" Frodo ordered. He pulled out his sword. "This is Sting! You have seen it before. Let him go or I'll slit your throat."

Gollum released Sam, and went limp. Gollum looked at Frodo, and then at Jairah, who still had an arrow aimed at him.

"Don't hurt us!" Gollum cried. "Don't let them hurt us, precious. Nice little hobbits." He turned his gaze on Jairah again. "Nasty! Nasty elf with the arrows, wants to kill us, precious! Don't let them."

Jairah narrowed her eyes at Gollum. "Tell me why I shouldn't kill him, right now? He has been stalking us for days."

Frodo motioned for her to put her arrow down, but she did not. "He has been following us since Moria. If we kill him, we should kill him outright."

"Well then, move aside." Jairah said. "I'll shoot him right between his eyes."

Gollum spat at Jairah again. "Vile elf, she wants to kill us, precious! Please, nice hobbits, do not let them kill us! Please! We will be nice to you, yes! And you will be nice to us!"

Frodo looked at Gollum more closely. "We will not kill you, but we will not let you free either. We are going to Mordor, you know that, don't you, Gollum?"

"We guessed, sir, we guessed. But we didn't want the nice hobbits to go. Ashes and Ashes, dust, and thirst there is. And thousands of Orcses." Gollum hid his face in his hands.

"You are being drawn back there, arent you, Gollum?" Frodo asked.

"Aye! But us is not wanting to go, was once, by accident! But we do not know the way, we don't want to show you, no no no, gollum" Gollum fixed his eyes on Jairah, who had lowered her bow. "Not for nasty elves, they are always awake, they will always watch!"

"Gollum, you have a choice. Either we kill you, and leave you here," Frodo said. "Or you show us the way to Mordor, and we let you live."

"Nice hobbits, nice nice hobbits. Sparing poor smeagol. Us will show you the way, wont we, precious? But not for the nasty elf! Nasty elf goes back." Gollum hissed at Jairah again.

"Either you show all of us, or you die." Jairah said to him calmly. "We do not need you to go to Mordor. And I have not a problem with striking you dead with one of my arrows, you rotten creature."

Gollum relented. "Us will show you the way."

"Sam, tie him up." Jairah ordered. "He must not get away from us. For he would surely throttle us all in our sleep, though I would have an arrow on him before he could."

Sam tied Gollum up with the rope he'd gotten in Lothlorien. Gollum screamed with pain when it touched his skin, as it was made by elves.

Jairah took Frodo aside. "Frodo, are you sure you want to do this? We can find our way to Mordor without that sallow creature."

"He knows the way," Frodo said. "He is being led there. All we need do is follow."

"I do not agree with this, young hobbit." Jairah said to him. "But I will trust your judgement. For the quicker this task is completed, the better."

Chapter 3: To The Dead Marshes

And so they set off, the two hobbits, and the elf, following the poor wretched creature Gollum. Every so often he would
stop, and sneer at Jairah, who looked right back at him, and put one hand on her sword.

He led them through and out of Emyn Muil, over the next two days. When they stopped, Jairah allowed the hobbits to
sleep, but dared not. She kept an eye on Gollum, ever ready for him to betray them. Even when he seemed to be
sleeping, she did not take rest. This troubled her heart, for she longed to see Legolas, if only for a few moments.

At the end of the third night, Frodo noticed that Jairah seemed tired, but she said nothing. They made their way along to
the Dead Marshes, and stopped to rest just before them.

Frodo begged Jairah to take some rest. She confided in him that she did not entirely trust Gollum, though he had sworn
on the "Precious", to lead them to Mordor, and allegiance to his "master", Frodo.

"Yes. But I am an elf, and he hates elves." She said. "What if he decides to harm me while I am taking rest? Though I
know he would be dead before he tried."

Gollum heard what she said. "Nasty, vicious elf! Thinking we wants to hurt it. We hates elves, yes we do, but we have
promised not to harm the Precious, nor the people who are with it. The nasty elf would hurt poor Smeagol before we
could be hurting it!" he said, hopping at Frodo's feet.

Jairah looked at him again, and he looked at her, with his wide bright eyes. He was a pitiful creature. She sighed.

"Alright, Frodo. But if he so much as lays a finger on me, I will shoot him!" she said.

"Nasty elf!" Gollum said again. "Us is not wanting to touch you, no we isn't. You reek of the woods, when we climbed in
those trees, we could not wash the stink off, no, gollum."

Jairah turned in disgust, towards Sam, who shared her feelings about Gollum. He did not think it wise for Frodo to trust
the creature.

They sat down and made to eat. Frodo looked at Gollum and asked him if he was hungry. Gollum's eyes lit up.

"Oh, nice hobbits, nice hobbits," he said, coming near to Frodo. "What have they got? Is it a nice fissh?"

"No fish," said Sam. "Just these Lembas.."

"Is it tasty? Is it crunchable?" he asked, hopping up and down. Frodo handed him some lembas and Gollum took it into
his mouth, and spat it out.

"Nasty! Nasty elf food! Us cant eat that, no we cant! Its all dust and ash!"

"Well it's all we have," Jairah said. "We can't give you anything else."

She finished hers, and then sat back against a rock, and nodded at Frodo. She was ready for rest.

He nodded back, and that meant that Jairah was free to let her mind rest, and Frodo would keep watch.

She closed her eyes and in an instant was in the dream place.

The sun wasn't shining this time, but the large moon cast a shadowy gloom, and the wind made the long grass whisper
to Jairah as she walked slowly to the summit. But he did not wait for her there.

She waited for him to arrive. It seemed like hours, before she heard a rustling behind her. She turned, and smiled. He
came through the long grass, his hair shining in the moonlight, and swept her up in his arms.

"Jairah!" he whispered, as he kissed her hard. "It has been many days!" he sat them down on the grassy bank.

She kissed his nose, as she was sitting in his lap, her arms wound around his neck. "I am sorry, my love," she said.
"Things are very unpredictable. I have not been able to rest."

He looked at her with those blue eyes of his. "What has come to pass?" he asked.

She told him of the creature Gollum, and that soon they would be crossing the Dead Marshes. Then he told her of their
run in with the Riders of Rohan.

Then all words were silenced as they sat there, just quiet, in eachothers embrace. Legolas stroked Jairah's long hair,
and she closed her eyes and leaned her head upon his shoulder. Their hearts beat in time, and things were just, quiet
and safe.

Their time was short, and they knew it. For the voice of Aragorn came into the air, winding its way on the wind towards
them, calling out Legolas' name.

Sadly, Legolas moved Jairah back so that her head was now upright, though her eyes were still closed. He touched her
face gently. "Jairah…" he called softly. She opened her eyes dreamily.

"It is time, love." He said quietly. Her eyes shone with tears, illuminated by the moonlight, and he brushed them aside,
and kissed her gently. Then there was the flash of light and Jairah was left, alone.

CHapter Four: Small Confusing Interludes
 

He had been called out indeed, by Aragorn, for it was his turn to keep watch. He turned his gaze to Aragorn as he came back
to his body, he saw the man smiling at him gently.

"What is it?" he asked, rising to his feet and stretching.

"You were speaking, in your sleep, my friend." Aragorn said. "You are lucky the dwarf does not speak Elvish, and that I only
understand a few words in the dialect you were using."

Legolas didn't say anything, just look away from Aragorn in a bit of embarrassment.

"You were dreaming of her, weren't you?" Aragorn said. "I heard her name upon your lips."

Legolas looked at Aragorn. "Indeed I was," he said. "Indeed I was."

But that was all he said, he did not tell Aragorn of Jairah and the hobbits, or how they were travelling with the creature Gollum.
He did not even know if his suspicions were correct, that they were sharing the dreams. But he didn't care if they weren't or
not.

Far away on the other side of the Anduin, Jairah was still locked in her dream state. Sam had taken watch after Frodo, they
had decided to give her more time to slumber. Gollum was fast asleep, so it seemed.

She remained, sitting on the grass, after her lover had left her. She felt tired for the first time, in a long time. Her heart felt heavy.
 

Moonlight glimmered off the small pool of water in front of her, and she stared into it, with almost a sort of gloom upon her
face. She closed her eyes, she missed him. It was hard to believe that just a few moments ago, she was sitting here, locked in
his embrace, and now she was utterly alone. She did not like this feeling.

She shuddered, and started to get to her feet, deciding to leave this dream place before she let her heart get too full of pain and
toil. She had to keep her thoughts set on the task before her, because if she did not, all that she lived for would become
nothing.

She turned towards the long grass again, and walked towards it, when she was stopped by a noise, coming from the
whispering grasses. She heard footsteps, and she hoped it was Legolas, come back for her, just for a short time. She stopped,
and waited.

It was not him. It was a bent figure, clad in white. An old man, one she'd never seen before. He came closer, and closer, untill
she could see that his beard was also very white, and he leaned on a staff as he walked.

"Saruman!" she thought frantically, and she turned every which way, looking for an escape. She did not have any weapons
here, she never did. But she did not know if he could harm her here, he was a wizard after all, and now he swore allegiance to
the Dark Lord.

The old man stopped about ten feet from her, and raised his hand. She was frozen, to the spot.

"Jairah…." A voice came inside her head. It was strangely familiar to her, and she could not imagine why.

"Saruman!" she said. "Let me be, I have nothing you want!"

The old man didn't move. She stared at him, hard, as if she could make him go away with thought.

"Jairah…" the voice came again. "That is not the truth, and you know it. You do have something Saruman would want, if I in
fact were he. Take a closer look at what is in front of you…"

Jairah opened her eyes wide. The old man had raised his head, his face now visible. It was Gandalf.

She moved to speak his name, when he vanished. She stood there, bewildered, not sure if she had seen what she had. She had
no time to think on it, as Sam was calling her name again, and it was her turn for watch

CHapter 4: Small Confusing Interlude

He had been called out indeed, by Aragorn, for it was his turn to keep watch. He turned his gaze to Aragorn as he
came back to his body, he saw the man smiling at him gently.

"What is it?" he asked, rising to his feet and stretching.

"You were speaking, in your sleep, my friend." Aragorn said. "You are lucky the dwarf does not speak Elvish, and
that I only understand a few words in the dialect you were using."

Legolas didn't say anything, just look away from Aragorn in a bit of embarrassment.

"You were dreaming of her, weren't you?" Aragorn said. "I heard her name upon your lips."

Legolas looked at Aragorn. "Indeed I was," he said. "Indeed I was."

But that was all he said, he did not tell Aragorn of Jairah and the hobbits, or how they were travelling with the
creature Gollum. He did not even know if his suspicions were correct, that they were sharing the dreams. But he
didn't care if they weren't or not.

Far away on the other side of the Anduin, Jairah was still locked in her dream state. Sam had taken watch after
Frodo, they had decided to give her more time to slumber. Gollum was fast asleep, so it seemed.

She remained, sitting on the grass, after her lover had left her. She felt tired for the first time, in a long time. Her
heart felt heavy.

Moonlight glimmered off the small pool of water in front of her, and she stared into it, with almost a sort of gloom
upon her face. She closed her eyes, she missed him. It was hard to believe that just a few moments ago, she was
sitting here, locked in his embrace, and now she was utterly alone. She did not like this feeling.

She shuddered, and started to get to her feet, deciding to leave this dream place before she let her heart get too
full of pain and toil. She had to keep her thoughts set on the task before her, because if she did not, all that she
lived for would become nothing.

She turned towards the long grass again, and walked towards it, when she was stopped by a noise, coming from
the whispering grasses. She heard footsteps, and she hoped it was Legolas, come back for her, just for a short
time. She stopped, and waited.

It was not him. It was a bent figure, clad in white. An old man, one she'd never seen before. He came closer, and
closer, untill she could see that his beard was also very white, and he leaned on a staff as he walked.

"Saruman!" she thought frantically, and she turned every which way, looking for an escape. She did not have any
weapons here, she never did. But she did not know if he could harm her here, he was a wizard after all, and now
he swore allegiance to the Dark Lord.

The old man stopped about ten feet from her, and raised his hand. She was frozen, to the spot.

"Jairah…." A voice came inside her head. It was strangely familiar to her, and she could not imagine why.

"Saruman!" she said. "Let me be, I have nothing you want!"

The old man didn't move. She stared at him, hard, as if she could make him go away with thought.

"Jairah…" the voice came again. "That is not the truth, and you know it. You do have something Saruman would
want, if I in fact were he. Take a closer look at what is in front of you…"

Jairah opened her eyes wide. The old man had raised his head, his face now visible. It was Gandalf.

She moved to speak his name, when he vanished. She stood there, bewildered, not sure if she had seen what she
had. She had no time to think on it, as Sam was calling her name again, and it was her turn for watch