"This is what my faith has purchased! I have crossed the chasm of time and space for this? To find my wife in the arms of this cur!" Legolas pressed his blade closer to Brom's throat drawing a thin line of blood. He would have given anything and everything for Willow. He never dreamed that she would betray their vows. The thought alone cut deep but witnessing the deed, cut to the bone. A wound he feared would never heal. This was a crueler punishment than death. For this insult, only blood would suffice. Legolas kicked the back of Brom's legs, dropping him to his knees. Brom's face remained impassable, and his eyes stayed fixed on Willow's horror-struck face. 

Willow's mind raced as she watched on in horror. She'd been a fool and disloyal to the one person she loved. She allowed herself to fall prey to the temptation of another and now she risked losing them both. If Legolas harmed Brom she knew she would never see him again. She would not risk harm to either of them.

"Have you any last words before I dispatch you?" Legolas asked practically spitting the words out, tugging back on Brom's hair with a hard jerk.

"I regret nothing. I love Willow and I know she loves me," Brom said, shutting his eyes, a solitary tear rolled down the stubble of his cheek. Willow's eyes darted between the men with trepidation. Legolas would kill Brom unless she intervened but if she did, he may loathe her all the more and she would lose him forever. She refused to let Brom die at his hand. Both scenarios were unacceptable. 

 Legolas raised the blade ready to strike, "No!" Willow screamed placing herself between Brom and blade. Reactively her power ignited. The blade seemed to fling itself from Legolas' grasp, causing it to sheath in a nearby stone. Legolas' scowl deepened. 

"How dare you, Willow!" He bellowed, grabbing her by the wrist, hauling her to his body as he breathed down at her furiously, "I will have satisfaction for this affront. You will not deny me this." The tenor of his voice breathed violence. He was drunk with it. Legolas would not see reason in his current state, and she knew it. He shoved her away hotly. The action triggered a falling sensation caused panic to paint her features, but she was caught suddenly in Gimli's sturdy arms. He'd been observing silently. She looked at him startled to see him in this world.

"Aye, lass, tis good to see you too, although I must say, we were in for a shock when we first set eyes on ye. Given the position, we found ye in." Gimli offered a sympathetic smile. "He'll not kill the lad, so, don't fret" but it was exactly what Willow feared. She couldn't reach his mind nor read his thoughts. Legolas' barriers were firmly erected against her. 

Legolas watched the blade as it protruded from stone. It mattered not, he would resort to using his hands and feet as weapons. A sword might have made the man's death too quick and clean. A skilled fighter, Legolas gave a short leap, launched his feet like an arrow in mid-flight, landing a sturdy kick to Brom's chest.

 Brom fell backward landing in a heap on the ground. clenching his fist, Legolas approached the man. He was human and so his body would crumble after only a few blows. Beating him to death would take only moments. 

"Legolas don't! Leave him alone!" Willow shouted. Gimli clutched her waist keeping her from placing herself between Legolas and his prey. 

"Ye must leave men to sort their disagreements, lass, didnae get involved. Will only make matters worse," Gimli pleaded. Willow would not hear him. Legolas' barbaric tactics would only make their lives in this world miserable. She would stop him from harming Brom if she could.

Legolas collared Brom, landing fist after fist against his face and head. Brom's head recoiled bouncing between Legolas' iron-hardened fist and the unforgiving ground. Willow knew if Legolas put enough effort into a single strike, he could punch cleanly through Brom's skull. It was likely that the man would die with a single well place blow if he weren't brain damaged already.

With her vision clouded by tears, Willow wiped furiously at her face. She reached out her hand for Legolas and pulled him to her. Like metal to a magnet his body obeyed but not without a fight. When he stood next to her, he leveled a glower on her that sent ice through her veins. She was more frightened of what he would do when they were alone, but she couldn't think on that now. She pulled out her phone and dialed Amber.

"Amber, I need your help, please. Brom is hurt." She said into the small rectangular box at her ear. "No, he's alive. My... husband arrived and there was a misunderstanding between them. Brom is ok...I think. Can you please come get him, we're at the park. Take him to urgent care, please. Thanks." She pressed the end button and turned to go glare at Legolas. 

He was finally with her, the husband she had waited almost a year to see. Even with all his fury directed at her a part of her was turned on by his highhandedness. His stunning handsomeness shone in a different light through the lens of his anger. He squared his shoulders to face her and Gimli acting as his second stood on his side, leaving no doubt where his allegiances lay. 

"Will you continue to defy me, even after you have violated the sacred bonds of our marriage!"

"It isn't what you're thinking Legolas. It was a mistake!"

He clenched her arm in a painful grip, "It is exactly what I'm thinking Willow. You have turned the woman I love into some whore, who would open her legs to any man with a hard cock." A sound slap cut across his cheek, Gimli winced, but he hardly flinched. He turned and strode away from her indignantly. He could hardly stand to look at her without his stomach turning nauseatingly. He made the mistake, he thought to himself, in coming to find a woman that was clearly moving on without him. He watched with a cross look on his face as she ran to Brom. 

The cad sat up, smiling, with nary a scratch. Something was strange at work there. Legolas could not quite put his finger on it, but he would wager, that Brom was not human. He watched as the man stood and leaned on his wife for support. His anger swelled anew. The day would come when nothing stood between them, and he would beat Brom to death. This day, he learned the face of his enemy and his name was Brom.

A redheaded woman approached them not long after, pushing a child in a small colorful cart. The child had Willow's nose but his features and a mass of chestnut-brown hair with blonde streaks. Absentmindedly, he ambled towards the babe. She looked up at him, her dark blue eyes catching his own. He saw himself in her and could not deny that she was his daughter. Tears pricked the corners of his eyes. She was more beautiful than he had ever imagined. He fell to his knees in front of her.

"Willow, who is this." Amber took an eye full of the man and gave him a suspicious look. 

"Amber, that is Legolas my husband and that, uh, man there is Gimli his best friend. Is it alright that they stay with us?" Willow felt ashamed to impose on Amber further, but she had little choice. 

"Yeah, no problem, babe. Let me help, Brom." She said taking over in assisting Brom. "You guys make yourselves at home. It was nice to meet you Legolas and Gimli." She turned and headed toward the park exit with Brom. 

Brom stopped very suddenly, turning to Willow he said, "This isn't over, not by a long shot," and he turned to limp away.

"Maybe now isn't the time, Brom. Your mouth just keeps writing checks your ass can't cash. Learn to read a situation and for once, shut the fuck up, " Amber chastised as they walked away.

Willow finally breathed a sigh of relief, with Brom gone perhaps Legolas' wrath would cool. She turned to see him kneeling in front of Maia. Maia eyed him with a strange sort of astonishment, then threw her arms up so that he may carry her. Willow slid between them and released her stroller straps. 

Legolas picked up the child in his arms. She was heavier than she looked with an intelligent look about her that ran beyond her years. Hidden behind her curls were the pointed ears of a Sindarin elf. The mark of royalty. She placed a palm on the flat of his cheek and called him "Dada". The tears that were held back in anger, came in joy. He finally held his baby in his arms. He kissed her cheeks and then her forehead. "My daughter, it is I, your Adar."