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She moaned in her sleep, tossing slightly before tensing up further when the movement induced pain to her drugged and feverish mind. Legolas looked at her, remembering clear green eyes that had stared at him when she first looked at him, how strange and oddly familiar they had seemed. "Castiel, I wonder what the light is that fills your eyes and when I can see them once more."

He rested his hands in his lap, shifting slightly in the chair as he kept watch over her, sending Aragorn to a well deserved rest. She was one of the few surviving elves and when Legolas thought what would have happened if she had died. He shook his head to clear the imagine of the normally stoic Glorfindel crying bitter tears over his daughter.

He wondered if she would be well again. He would like to thank her for saving him. He reached for the cup of water and nearly dropped it when she cried out. "Seas Adar, do not leave me."

Looking at her, he realized she had not yet awoken and relaxed. He took a sip of water as she shifted restless again. She must be caught up in a nightmare. He did not dare to touch her so instead he began to sing. It was an old lullaby his mother had sung to him before she departed to the undying lands.

He closed his eyes as he released the pain this night of fighting had caused him. When he opened his eyes at first he smiled when two green eyes met his and he said softly in the grey speech. "I am glad to see the light is returning to your eyes."

She looked at him incomprehensively and he cocked his head to the side, wondering if she could understand him. "My name is Legolas. I am one of the members of the company of the Nine Walkers and I am the only elf in this Fellowship."

The only movement she made was as her eyes shifted to the glass of water and Legolas leaned forward as he asked eagerly in the common tongue this time. "Are you thirsty?"

She only gave a nod as he took the glass and filled it with the clear liquid as he moved to the bed. "I will help you drink. If you have enough just move your head." She gave a nod as he helped to raise her head just a little so she could drink.

That some of the water ran down her chin did not seem to bother her as she drank greedily. He held the cup back, saying. "Do not drink to fast. You will choke." Her eyes moved to meet his own and Legolas gave her a gentle smile before she nodded her head, telling him she had enough.

He held back the cup and wiped the water of her chin as she gave him a small smile. He felt his heart skip but busied himself with putting the glass away. "Do you understand the Grey Tongue?" He asked softly, hoping to speak his own tongue with one of his own race.

"I do, Legolas." She whispered softly as he could see the tensing of her face muscles at the unexpected pain. He breathed a sigh of relief inside; it would make speaking much easier. "Where am I?" She asked, looking around.

"You are in the Helms Deep. The battle has ended and we have won but we paid a heavy price. We lost a lot of good warriors today and the elven population suffered a lot. Today we lost Haldir, March warden of Lorien. You were one of the fortunate ones to have survived the night." Legolas settled back into the chair as she raised her arm, inspecting the small cuts.

"What wound did I suffer?" Her voice gained in strength with each passing word she spoke.

"I do not know precisely because I did not tend you. I am not a healer. Mithrandir and lord Aragorn tended you. I think you suffered from a big gash in your side but I cannot be to sure. Are you in pain now?"

"No not at this moment. You are not a healer but a prince and a warrior." Her eyes were fixed on his face as he felt himself blushing by the intensity of her gaze.

"I need not ask how you know this. It seems my reputation precedes me." He said, slightly bitter.

"It is hard not to overhear these things when a council is held in my home. My name is Castiel, my lord Legolas and I would bow before you if I had but the steadiness for it." She said softly.

"I would not have it, even if you were well enough to bow before me. I am not a prince in these quarters, merely somebody who is watching over you." Legolas leaned in closer, resting his elbows on his knees.

"Then I believe you have overheard my name then. It would be a real surprise to me to know that Mithrandir would not know my name. Even if he would be the only one to recognize me." She smiled at him, shifting in the bed slightly.

"Yes, Gandalf mentioned you after I asked him who you were. You seemed quite familiar to me and so he told me…who your sire was…" Legolas was surprised; this was unlike him to stumble over words and not being able to form a correct sentence.

"I did not realize I resembled my father so much." She said coldly and for a moment Legolas wondered if she did not like the fact that she was Glorfindel's daughter.

"You do not, well I mean to really. I think if somebody looked at you they would not realize you were Glorfindel's daughter, which is what I mean. Perhaps if one saw you and lord Glorfindel together, it might be different but I would not know that. I do not know lord Glorfindel all that well." Legolas found his voice again.

"I did not mean to appear to cold, lord Legolas. You must realize I love my father dearly but certain events have made it impossible for me to remain in his protection any longer. I cannot seem to get rid of this anger I have towards him." She cast her eyes down for a moment until she met his gaze boldly again.

"Might I ask what happen between you and lord Glorfindel? It might make you feel better to speak to a stranger. I am curious about you." Legolas softly confessed.

"I will tell you all that you wish to know unless they are too personal for me to reveal to a stranger. My name is Castiel and I am the only daughter of lord Glorfindel of Rivendell. My mother is in Valinor and my father took me back with him when he left the undying lands in the second era. I was a small child then, no more then perhaps 10 summers old. I begged him to take me with him for I longed for adventure. His bonded mate, my mother finally agreed to the idea but he had to promise to keep me safe, which he did." She paused to stare at the glass of water again and Legolas rushed forward to help her.

When she had drunk again, she resumed her tale. "I grew up in a loving family. Only Elrond knew whose daughter I truly was for Glorfindel could not give his affection to me in public for it would surely result in any pain caused to him by his enemies. He raised me completely and trained me in the art of battle. I assumed the role of a foster child in the house of Elrond, even before the lord had become one of the last defences against evil. When I became of age, it was not Glorfindel who acted as my father but Elrond yet I could see him watching from the shadows, knowing he was proud." She stopped there and cast a look at him, knowing this was getting more personal then she might have wanted to be.

"Glorfindel was a loving father but he was angry at me when I asked him a few days ago to fight at Helms Deep. He said it was not place for a maiden so I think he will be quite furious with me when he learns I left without his permission." She fell silent and Legolas could almost hear what she was going to say next. "I cannot return to him now…"

"You can stay in Rohan perhaps until the war is over… Or perhaps you can travel with us to Rohan. We are not sure yet where to go after that. Through at this moment we go first to confront Saruman about his treachery." Legolas placed a hand on his own knee, wondering what she would decide.

"I think I will need to discuss it with Mithrandir. I thank you for keeping me company, lord Legolas. I would very much like to go to sleep now." She smiled tiredly at him and he nodded, saying.

"I will come as soon as I can, I promise you this, Castiel. Sleep well and please call me Legolas next time we meet." He gave her another nod and left the room, closing the door softly behind him. He knew more about her but still she seemed a mystery to him and he was wondering if she would allow him to come closer, it was a challenge he welcomed.

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