So I'm feeling super dooper nice so here's another chapter a whole day early! Go me! :D Enjoy and please comment and do that kinda stuff! The music video was suggested to me by Happyhungryhippos! Now Read on!

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The first thing Sabrielle noticed was the cold. She was frozen to her core, something she only ever really associated with long trips through the mountains in her early days of youthful venturing. Her hair had come loose of any tie that had been and cascaded down her back like a waterfall of rich black ink. Her clothes had changed too. No longer was she wearing the heavy nightgown given to her so kindly by the dwarves of Erebor to fight the chill that emanated from the stone of the Mountain. Now she was clad in an elegant white sleeveless dress with the back cut away in a triangle to about the bottom of her shoulder blades. It fell effortlessly to the floor and streamed out behind her like the soft foaming wake of one of the ships to Valinor. And her feet were bare.

Then it came to her attention that she was standing on what seemed to be a beam of pure silver starlight. To either side of her, Sabrielle could see great trees with bark as white and pure as the first fall of snow in the mountains lining her path. Upon the trees grew a multitude of snowy flowers that the elf recognised as Simbelmyne a bloom that grew at all times of the year but most commonly on the burial mounds of those who had gone before. Scattered throughout the trees were thousands of tiny bright gems bursting with white fire.

'Stars,' she realised with a start, 'They're stars. I am walking amongst the stars.'

Her eyes were then drawn to what lay ahead. In the distance Sabrielle could see a magnificent archway hewn of silver and marble to which the starlight path seemed to lead to and from the arch the chorus of a million souls sang praises to the Valar and Eru Ilúvatar who was the creator of all. Her feet began to move her towards the arch, slowly creeping her forward of their own accord and the elf did nothing to stop herself from nearing the end of the path. As the gap between her and the end was closed warmth began to seeping into her being; a light and brilliant warmth that started in her heart and worked outwards to the very tips of her fingers and toes. She was staring into the white expanse that filled the space between the silver and marble frame.

'What is it made of?' she wondered silently, 'Where does it lead to? What would happen if I passed through it?' But before she passed under the glittering arch to what lay beyond she halted for but a moment and just as she had looked forward, the elf also felt the compelling urge to look behind.

Behind her lay her life, a path of lesser light trailing dimly after her. As she gazed upon it she could see all that had been from the time she entered the world to the time that was now. And she sighed. A deep sigh filled with the weight of the many long years she had dwelt upon the earth.

At the beginning of the path that was her life, Sabrielle could see the mother that had so tenderly born her and brought her up and the father who had always thought the less of her for not being the heir he so terribly desired. She could see the other children she played with under the falls of Imladris and the many suitors that her father presented her with in the plan to marry her off as quickly as possible. She could see her mother's joyous tears that her daughter was going out into the world and her father's disapproving glares as if he knew what was to follow as she began her journey to the Greenwood.

And then there was a younger Legolas standing proudly by his father as the entourage from Rivendell bowed and scraped before the King of the Greenwood and soon after the princeling was slipping away to play with her and show her his special places within the many gardens of King Thranduil's Palace. She saw how the Elf Prince had aided her in her attempt to run away from all she had known and had helped her build the beginnings of her little cottage by the foot of the Misty Mountains. She watched all the travellers come and go once again and meeting the dwarf brothers for the first time on that blustery winters evening. She saw the quaint adventures that ensued in the years that followed and the quest to find Kili after his capture by the orcs. She saw herself trip after rescuing him and the pain that shot up her leg. Ah, if only she had realised then and perhaps this would not have happened. Then she saw the company riding away until they finally came to rest at Erebor. Safe and welcome and the young prince asleep in his bed as the healers worked their magic. Alas in her heart she could feel him drawing ever further from the land of the living.

Finally she saw her thin and delicate body lying limp in her bed whilst healers buzzed about with panicked frenzy. In the corner of the room huddled the King of Erebor looking small and helpless, visions of terror and fear racing through his mind. He was already losing his brother to a fever that should have been long broken and here he was about to lose his closest friend.

"How cruel of me," she whispered her voice carried away by the nothingness that surrounded the path, "To leave him now. Did I not tell him many times of how I would be there to council and console him for all days? But what will be, will be. What the master commands I will obey."

In that instant she knew where she was and so too she knew it was the time to make her final choice.

"How many times have I dreamed of this day," she sighed, "When all has been dark and lightless? How many times have I dreamed?"

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So I found this chapter at times dull so what can I do to make it better. Oh and don't forget to comment and please tell me if I made you cry (probs not but I wish) Until next we meet!

~SpanishFox