((Author's Note)) this chapter is almost solely for the purpose of leading up to the sequel and the fact that I thought it would be cool to end the same way I began. The sequel will be forthcoming.  When exactly is in question, though. I hoped you enjoyed this little tale as much as I did.  I am sorry this last chapter was so long in coming but real life was a bear.  Hope you enjoy it!!

Disclaimer:  I own nothing. Except: the cool elvish dagger (ok…it's not elvish, but it looks elvish) and the Polish LOTR magazine that Peter Woo got me…


Goodbye. Goodbye. The word kept ringing through my head. I had just said goodbye to everything that I considered dear.  I had turned my back on my best friend, on the lady that I loved.  I was riding fast into the night away from it all.  Blackness pressed heavily on my soul, feeling me with remorse, dread, and hurt. I could not see the course in front of me.  The paths were all lost in the forest and I was without a map.

When the dark would have fell before me

And all the paths were overgrown

When the breezes of the pride say there is no other way

And all the sorrows have come

The stars glowed and twinkled above me, trying to comfort me with their familiar song. It was not working this dark night.

Arod knew the way. I had murmured it in his ear as we fled from our home, our life.  I had nothing to do but think. Think of my past life. My past sins.

Everyone remembers their first love.  Mine came when I was only 100 years old.  A beautiful elf maiden, the daughter of one of the officials of my father's court.  That summer of my life contains memories of kissing beneath spruce trees and taking long walks by clear streams.  Then came the day when she said goodbye.  Said that another elf had stolen her heart.  I did not take it well. But time heals all wounds.

I did not believe because I could not see

Though it came to me in the night

When the dawn seemed forever lost

You showed me your love in the light of the stars

I could name every single maiden I had ever felt attracted too. Their names were all written on my mind in clear, white letters.  Every single name.

But Eowyn…Eowyn was on a separate list. A separate page.  For some reason the mortal woman I had just left behind did not fit with those elf maidens.  She was different. What I felt for her was different. Different than anything I had ever felt in my life.

And now I was riding away from it all.  Some men might call it crazy, some might say I was heartless for leaving the one I loved right as she confessed her love in return. Maybe I am.  But somehow I think the elves would understand what compelled me to leave even after she had told me.  It was fear. Fear of time. Fear of death. Fear of a broken heart. Fear of being alone.  Fear of the human's fickle heart.

Cast your eyes on the ocean

Cast your soul to the sea

When the dark night seems endless

Please remember me

Human's were known as a changing race.  Their emotions, their desires, were as changing as the sea in storming weather.  One day they might believe passionately in something and the next day, it might be lost with yesterday's cares. Maybe her heart yearned for me today but who can tell what it would call tomorrow or the next.  If her heart did not betray her, then her body would as time crept in upon it. Could I deal with the heart break?

When the shadows come upon it

How fragile is the bird

Oh give these clay feet wings to fly

To touch the face of the stars

So now I am fleeing.  I am running from my fears.  I am going somewhere where no man will know my name.  Know how much of a coward I really am.  Know the life that I am running from.  I should not know this fear.  It is unbefitting of the elves to feel this way, they should fall in love with a elven maiden and live the rest of their immortal lives in peace.

My own heart betrays me. And I do not know what to do.

If my father happened to know of this situation, I surely know what he would say.  He would command me to return to Mirkwood and forbid me from seeing Eowyn. He would tell me it was for my own good, that loving a mortal can only lead to more heartbreak.  He would tell me to stop being a foolish child and to abandon all silly notions of loving Eowyn.  I cannot do that.

Breathe life into this feeble heart

Lift this mortal veil of fear

Take these crumbled hopes etched with tears

And rise above these earthly cares

I will return to her. Because I know in my heart of hearts that I love her and I would not be able to live long with at least seeing her.  I love her.  And nothing in the world can change that. Not my father. Or myself. Or Aragorn. Or even the Valar, themselves. I love her.

I just hope that she will wait for me.

Cast your eyes to the ocean

Cast your soul to the sea

When the dark night seems endless

Please remember me


 Gondor, many months later:

If Legolas had happened looked into the gardens of the House of Healing on the 27th of March, he would have seen a sight that probably would have sent him into seclusion forever. For there in the garden stood Lord Faramir and Lady Eowyn as they conversed with intent expressions. 

In the days to come, they would converse much more, for Fate had decreed many of the events to come…