Dûrhilwen dropped her head into her hands and wept. She had lost everything she had: her father, her power, her strength was all gone. She felt broken and lost, and she had no clue what to do. As she silently cried, she felt a hand touch her shoulder.

"I am sorry Dûrhilwen," a voice whispered behind her. She wiped her tears and whipped around to see the blonde elf. Up close she saw that his eyes were a beautiful deep blue. This was the elf she wanted to kill and he knew that, so why was he being comforting?

"Who are you?" she asked cautiously, eyeing the elf.

"I am Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. Do you not remember me?" he asked with hurt in his eyes. Dûrhilwen looked at the elf and slowly shook her head. Legolas sighed, "Dûrhilwen, you were my prisoner when you attacked us at Amon Hen. You told me about your life in Mordor. Then you escaped in Edoras and ended up being abused by that wizard Saruman. I luckily found you and you were different elleth. That night, we washed your hair and gave you a new dress and we danced the night away. That night was the best night of my life, because I fell for you. Yes I fell for you, the Dark Lady. It crushed me when your mind was poisoned by the Palantír and you ran off. Ever since that night I would think about you and hope to find you again, and I did. I found you, and I am the happiest elf in all of Middle Earth right now."

"But I do not remember any of that. I remember you from Pelennor Fields and that is all. How can you fall for me when I do not even know you?" Dûrhilwen asked suspiciously.

"Please remember Dûrhilwen. Look at me and try to remember," Legolas begged. Dûrhilwen stared in his eyes, but nothing clicked. If her father had not just died, she would have just killed this elf instead of listening to him. But something about his tone made her try to remember. She looked his up and down but she had no memory of him. She looked down to the ground and shook her head in defeat. But Legolas did not accept her answer. He kneeled down next to her and cupped her cheek in his hand. She looked to him with eyes filled with sorrow. He leaned closer to her, close enough to share each other's breath. He felt her catch her breath and he looked into her eyes. "Do you remember me? Remember everything we have been through?"

"No, I am sorry but I cannot remember," she whispered. Legolas could not accept this answer. He crushed his lips to hers, hoping it would help her remember, but also because he has wanted to do that ever since that one night. He felt a spark as they touched and as they slowly parted, Dûrhilwen smiled. "Legolas, it is you!" she exclaimed and jumped into his arms. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her.

"I am so glad you are back, Dûrhilwen. I have missed you so much," he sighed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed the top of her head and tried not to gag when he tasted the Orc blood. "Come on; let us go back to Minas Tirith. I am sure there will a celebration for the victory and we must get ready," he said as he helped her up and led her to his horse. They both mounted and they rode to Minas Tirith. Legolas smiled as he felt the arms of Dûrhilwen wrap around him as they rode. He was so happy to have her back.

Dûrhilwen was quickly rushed to the wash room to get the blood washed out of her hair. It did take a while for the maidens to scrub the blood out, but after all the work her hair finally had its normal blonde color. After the long bath, they led her to what was to be her bedroom. In her room there was a beautiful dress that lay on her bed. The under layer was a light green that shimmered in the light. The outer layer was a darker green with big trumpet sleeves. Dûrhilwen gasped at the beauty of the dress and gently stroked the soft material. After she was dressed, the ladies added a golden belt around her waist along with some jewelry and a golden circlet lay on her head. She spun around and laughed. She never felt like this before. She felt pretty and she was excited for the night. Then it hit her. Legolas would see her in this. What if he did not like it? She shook her head. He kissed her when she was in armor and her hair was stained with Orc blood, he would like her in this. She sighed and walked out the door to the feast.

Legolas sat next to Gimli and an empty seat at the table. He kept glancing at the doorway, waiting for Dûrhilwen to appear. Gimli was talking to him when he saw her. He stood up and walked over to her. Her green dress made her look like the Queen of Mirkwood, and the fire in her eyes had died and cooled to that beautiful blue that he has missed so much. He tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and smiled.

"You look beautiful, Dûrhilwen," he whispered as he let his hand linger on her cheek. She blushed and looked down to the ground. Legolas gently lifted her chin so her eyes met his. "Do not be nervous, you are with me," he whispered as he kissed her cheek. He took her hand and led her to their seats. All throughout dinner, he would take her hand whenever she seemed nervous. He saw the looks that others gave her and he knew that she saw it too. "Do not worry about what they think Dûrhilwen, you are special and I care about you, and that is all that matters," he whispered into her ear. She looked at him with sad, hurt eyes and it hurt him to see her that way. He heard others whispering about her and they wondered why he would talk to her and why she was there at the feast instead of locked away where she would never be able to escape. Legolas was done with hearing these things, and he was Dûrhilwen was sick of it too, so he took her hand and led her out of the room.

"Thank you," Dûrhilwen said quietly, avoiding his glance. They walked outside and sat on a bench by the White Tree of Gondor. "They are right you know? I should be locked up, not here at this celebration. I helped lead the armies of Mordor to destroy Middle Earth. I should not be here," Dûrhilwen muttered.

"Do not say that Dûrhilwen. You are not the same elf you used to be. And you are my guest to this feast and celebration. They do not see what I see in you," Legolas insisted.

"What is it that you see in me?" Dûrhilwen whispered and looked at him.

"I see beautiful blue eyes that have witnessed a lot of pain and torture in her life. I see a beauty that was hidden and covered for years. I see a strong spirit that did not give up. I see a beautiful elleth that I love."

"What did you say?" Dûrhilwen gasped.

"I love you." Legolas repeated and quickly closed the space between their lips.

Yay love and happiness! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!