1Mae Govannen nin mellons! Yup, I'm back! The first chapter to the sequel... Wow...

Okay, now, about the picture that everyone is having trouble with. I've come up with a solution! Go to:

Then, go to images. Type in Uruviel Maiden of Lorien

This will give you some pictures of what Tari looks like. The elf will be wearing a periwinkle blue dress, and will have a silver circlet thingy on her head.

Now, to the sequel. A couple of notes... I have a feeling that the sequel is going to be longer than the initial story. I won't bet my life on it though. The chapters won't be posted with as much frequency, due to the fact that the plot bunnies hopping in my head aren't giving me all the details.

Secondly, there is going to be some angst. Just a warning. And I'm sorry to have to hit you with so much of it in the first chapter. Don't forget to review!

Chapter One

A Dangerous Secret...

Tariathon Estellia stood upon her balcony, gazing out over the Sea, her arms wrapped around herself as she breathed in the fresh morning air. For ten years she had now dwelt in Valinor, among her people and with her beloved husband, Legolas Greenleaf. Yet it was now becoming very hard to keep a certain secret from him. A secret that she had kept from everyone since she returned to Middle Earth twenty odd years ago. She retreated inside, closing the balcony doors behind her, and going over to the table where her unfinished letter to her sister, Arwen, lay. With some trepidation, she signed her signature.

There was a knock on the door. She hastily shoved the unsealed letter under a cloak, not completely concealing it from view. "The door is open." she called, going over to her and Legolas's bed to begin making up the sheets and comforter.

Legolas walked in, smiling serenely at his wife, and kissing her on the cheek. "How is my dearest today?" he asked, placing a white rose from Galadriel's gardens into her golden hair.

Tari laughed softly. "I am as well as can be expected, melamin." (My love) she answered evasively as she folded the last of the blankets and straightened the pillows.

"Your mother calls for you. I believe she and Galadriel, along with my own mother, are having some sort of 'tea party' in the gazebo." Legolas said with disgust.

Tari laughed again, turning to look at him. "A tea party you say?" she asked with feigned curiosity, "Well, that does sound like fun. I should very much like to attend. Perhaps they might have even brought along their favorite dolls and fake scones and biscuits." Legolas still had the same look of utter disgust on his face. Tari swept it away with a tender kiss. "I'll be back soon then." She left their room to go and enjoy the 'tea party' with her family.

Legolas watched her until the door closed. He looked to the table, and saw that she had forgotten her cloak. 'It is slightly chilly...' he thought with concern, walking over to the table, 'Perhaps I should bring - What's this?' As he picked up the cloak, a letter fluttered to the floor, falling open before his eyes. He bent down to pick it up, wondering why it had been hidden under her cloak in the first place. Despite his normal sense not to read his love's personal thoughts in a letter, there were a few choice words that had immediately caught his eyes. Eyes that widened with each passing line...

My dearest sister,

Long has it been since I last wrote to you, and I regret it. Valinor is lovely, though your heart could not be swayed from Aragorn compared to it.

As your sister, I am obliged to never keep secrets from you... Yet I have. Secrets that, I suppose, would make everyone act and feel differently towards me if I told them. I have carried something with me, since I was in the 'other world' to where Galadriel has sent me. I did not even tell Archiwen or Aralon (her friends, if you remember) about it.

I know you would not know what this is, but I feel that if I do not tell someone soon, I will regret it. Sister, I have what people in the other world call 'Cancer'. I know what you must think; 'Elves are immune to sickness, disease, and every pestilence!' But, my dear sister, I was not an immortal in the other world, which caused me to contract this disease. I have fought it for twenty three years now, and I am still alive; despite the fact that I should have died many years ago.

Recently, my illness has worsened. I have run 'tests' on myself, which conclude that my Cancer has metastasized, or spread. In which case, it is now running through my blood stream, carrying it into other parts of my body. Originally, it was a nasal tumor (mass of infected tissue), which was inoperable. The healers there said that if the tumor pushed back any farther, I would die. Though of course, it was already inevitable. Perhaps you remember my numerous nose-bleeds? To which there was no certain cause? This was it. The nose-bleeds have become more frequent, and I am much fatigued. I only pray that Legolas has not noticed.

My dear, dear sister. How much it pains me to write such words, as grievous and saddening as they may be, they are the truth. I am dying.

I beg of you not to breathe a word of this to anyone; not even Aragorn. Least of all, Adar and Legolas. The shock would surely kill them both. Remember, my confidant, that no matter what happens to me, we both shall share the same fate. We shall meet in Mandos, and be together again. I am not afraid to die.

All my love to you and your children,

Tari

...Legolas couldn't believe his eyes... How could this have happened? Why had this happened? And why had she kept this from him for all these years?

How ever many hours passed that Legolas sat on the bed, reading and re-reading the letter over and over again, he did not know. It wasn't until the door opened, that he came out of his reverie.

Tari had returned.