A/N Well here it is, part 4 enjoy and review.

Chapter 1: Ulnot Ihk vi Darastrix

Dragon Year 1732 July 9

Legolas POV

“And then your girls hexed me so that every time I spoke it had to be in rhymes and every time I tried to walk I had to do a different silly dance. I never wanted to kill them as much as that year of pranking hell. It gets harder and harder not to sail meleth, I promised you much but I fear I cannot keep this promise. It’s been seven years my love and this gets harder to do every year. I want you more than ever, it’s not fair. You promised me forever and you broke that. I love our children but they need a full life outside of Valinor. It’s too difficult to speak meleth I need you now.” I look at the statue and down to the plaque

HERE LIES DARLA DRACONIC GREENLEAF

NEE DARKWIELDER.

DY 1700-1725

LOVING DAUGHTER, WIFE, MOTHER

(NEVER FORGET LOVE AND IT WILL NEVER FORGET YOU)

“I’ll send in Dani and Dana now.” I walk outside the room and look back and whisper “I miss you now, more than ever before.” I walk out and see both my 12 year old children, dressed all in black and body armor similar to their mother. Both my girls had sworn vengeance at their mother’s death and began emulating her more and more. At seven years old the girls could best most great wyrms with swords and thousands of years experience on them. At nine both girls could ward a full outpost single handedly, at 11 both girls became qualified to fight in war with both blade and spell. I was so proud of my girls who received their war qualification certificate earlier than anyone in Dragon Haunt history, both girls had also earned their Elven braids after exterminating a colony of 235 Orcs at eight. Dani and Dana were very dangerous and most Drow underestimated them because of their age, by Dragon Haunt law and my sneaky girls used this rule as a loophole around me; anybody who is qualified for battle or war by proven tests and certificate cannot be denied entrance to battle or war unless they have a debilitating condition. I retire early and smell Darla’s scent which I preserved on her pillow, tears falling down as I force myself to remember the worst night in my entire life aside from my naneth’s death.

Flashback

In battle I watch both Xanroth and Darla close on Lloth’s avatar, Darla in her human form and Xanroth in his true form. As Darla springs on Lloth the spider queen removes her avatar at the last second and Darla ends up impaled fully on her father’s claw.

“MELETH NIN.” I scream as Darla pulls off the claw

“NO.” Xanroth roars and I race to hold Darla in my arms

“Meleth.” I gasp with tears starting to run down my cheeks

“Lego…las.” Darla chokes on her blood

“Don’t talk, save your strength, stay with me.” I plead

“It’s… useless, promise me… raise Dani and Dana, stay strong for them, they’ll need you. I go now to rest under Tiamat’s wings. I’m… so sorry.”

“Please stay with me, I need you, Dani and Dana need you.”

“Good…bye Lego…las I love yo…u.” Darla gasps out. (Call this scene cheesy or sue like I will hate you all). As Darla died I could feel the soul bond snap with tears streaming down my face I sob

“Meleth tolo dan… good bye Darla.” I gently close her eyes and hold her, wishing she was alive.

End flashback

I toss and turn, dreaming that Darla was still with me. Hearing her voice, smelling her scent and feeling her near me in my arms and mind. I feel empty after this day, her birthday ironically and sadly became her death day. It’s the same over and over again, our lives together and I always wake crying at her death. She should not have died in my arms, she should have been here with me forever as she had promised.

“I want you back Darla, my soul is fractured, my heart torn. You were so full of life, our children

renewed you. You saw yourself as a broken husk, but you were never tarnished in my eyes. It’s not fair… Tiamat, oh great mother please, please give her back to me. I need her. I never prayed for anything before but please bring my heart and soul back to me, bring back what we all lost. I beg of you, bring back the simaril of my heart. Give me a bolster for my failing faith.” I send out and tomorrow I hope and pray that the Dragon Mother heeds my call.

A/N: Well I am sorry for the small chapter but it’s late and I am starting school again tomorrow. Geez I almost cried for Legolas several times writing and planning this chapter. Don’t worry I have great plans for this story. Now you Wyrmlings tell me what you think.