Authors note: I re-wrote the dream sequence because people were curious about how Boromir and Celebrain met when elves and men usually don't talk much, so I explained it all. However, the dream also became a lot longer as a result so I decided to give it it's own chapter. The next chapter is almost what chapter 3 was before, with a few minor changes. Looking for help (keep it nice, I really don't appreciate nasty comments) and I probably need it so message on readers, message on!

PS: I tried to tie in some elvish, I'm not sure if I've got it entirely correct, but please feel free to check and correct me if I'm wrong. Thanks.

Celebrain sat under her favorite tree. The blossoms of the apple tree were in full bloom. As she sat there, she pondered what she should do. She was in trouble with her father again. Her parents were upset that she had helped one of the spiders who had broken leg. The spiders, who had shared mirkwood with the elves for as long as could be remembered, had always been at odds with the elves. Elves were forbidden from having any contact with them. Celebrain, however, had never thought they were nasty and had befriended one when they were both young. Azteres was her secret friend as a child, but her father had recently found out and put a stop to it. Azteres, in an attempt to see Celebrain, had fallen from a tree and broken one of his many legs. Celebrain found him before anyone else and was able to patch him up, but was caught in the act by her brother, Legolas, who told their father. Azteres was allowed to leave, but only under the conditions that he never return.

A noise in the undergrowth caused Celebrain to jump to her feet, a short sword in each hand. Suddenly a man tumbled through the trees. His face was dark with dried blood, and he shook form head to toe. His normally wavy brown hair was matted and contained twigs and leaf litter. He clutched in his left hand a long sword that looked as if it had seen many fights and his right arm hung uselessly by his side, blood flowing freely from and open wound around his shoulder.

"Help me…" he gasped before collapsing on the flower covered ground.

Celebrain went to his side, calling for help. The guards arrived almost immediately, closely followed by her brother. All had their bows strung, arrows ready to shoot whoever threatened the Princess.

"Stop!" she cried, using her own body to shield his from their weapons, "He's the one hurt, not me! Help me get him nor!"

"Nor?" Legolas asked, looking confused, "Why above? Shouldn't he be sent to the healers nuin?

"Haldir is nor, and this adan needs Haldir's powers to face fuin." Celebrain answered; she pulled out the handkerchief she always carried to try to stop the flow of blood from his shoulder.

Legolas nodded to the men who had just arrived with the willow branch stretcher. "Tri fenn nor en bar aran" he told them in elvish.

She followed the man with wonder in her heart and in her eyes. She had never seen a human before, for elves were very drawn back and did not interact with many, and she was fascinated by this mysterious man.

Once Haldir (another elf with the light of Valinor, whose strengths were focused in healing) had tended to the man's wounds, Celebrain was left to care for him. In the weeks that followed, the man, the Steward of Gondor's son, Boromir, and Celebrain became close friends. Legolas didn't approve, and told her so, but she never listened. Her father listened, and had one of his most trusted men follow them around for a day. When Diefocre gave his report, her father decided that he treated his only daughter with kindness and caring. Celebrain's father called a gathering in the great hall of his kingdom.

"Son of Gondor," He called, "and daughter of mine, come forward."

Celebrain and Boromir stepped forward cautiously, looking terrified.

"Boromir," he began, "What makes you worthy of my daughter? I see the way you are together, and I know you wish to be together, so tell me what makes you worthy?"

"Boromir stepped forward, "I believe I am worthy to wed your daughter because I am a kind and noble man. I am the son of the Steward of Gondor and I can provide a life of happiness for your daughter, and I… I love her very much, and I think she loves me as well." He added looking in Celebrain's direction.

Celebrain ran forward, "Of course I do love you Boromir!" She cried.

Celebrain's father looked between his daughter and the human who he knew little about, and then into the eyes of his angry son. "Father you cannot let this human take your daughter! He's a human, he will die and leave her broken hearted and she will have to live her life with that grief! Do you want that for your only daughter?"

"I think I can make my own choices, Legolas!" Celebrain cried out, "Just because you've never found true love doesn't mean that you should stop me from having mine!"

"I cannot watch my sister live a broken life!" he answered hotly, "I don't want you to have that pain, please reconsider Celebrain, for the love of your brother and the pride of your kind." He pleaded.

"He may not be an elf," Celebrain said, "but it is an honor of our kind to begin to have contact with others, maybe others can find the love I have found." She smiled at Boromir, who beamed back.

Legolas look to his father, who was as unreadable as ever and said, "I still don't approve, but there seems to be nothing more that I can do. Do not hate me sister, I said this only out of my love for you." And he turned and left.

"I understand." Celebrain whispered, so softly that only Boromir heard her.

"Very well," Celebrain's father said after several moments of silence, "My daughter has chosen a suitor, to whom she will be wed." Celebrain and Boromir beamed at each other. "The arrangements shall begin immediately-"

"Sir," Boromir interrupted, "May I return to Gondor to inform my family?" He asked, "I wish for my father and my brother to be present when I wed. Perhaps, they could accompany me here, so that we may all celebrate together?"

Celebrain felt herself becoming conscious again.