My hands slightly shaked when I was removing the bandages. Thankfully Legolas was too distracted to notice, I'm not sure of what but I'm grateful to that reason. Then it hit me, I probably wasn't grateful because he might be thinking about the elf that he loves...

I frowned.

"What troubles you?"

I glanced up and saw him looking intently at me.

I unconsciencely raised an eyebrow. Was he looking at me all this time?

"Vera?"

I snapped out of it and looked at him."Oh, uh nothing. I was just thinking."

"What about?"

"Love." I mentally slapped myself. Stupid! Stupid!

I looked away, afraid of how he might be looking at me, and continued to put the new bandage on.

"And might I ask why?"

I shrugged,"I'm not sure."

"Are you in love?"

This caught me off guard. My head shot up, only to find him leaning closer to me.

"I might be..."

"You don't say...?"

Leaning... Leaning...

NO! What am I doing? I pulled away immediately.

"I'm finished. Lay down. Y-You need the rest." I said quietly, wincing when my voice failed.

I stood up and walked to the door, stopping only to unbolt it. When I was about to close it I heard him.

"Vera, I'm sorry. I should have realized you didn't feel the same way towards me."

I froze and tensed. What is he talking about?

"P-Pardon?" I said not daring to turn.

"Look at me."

I closed my eyes, his voice was right behind me.

I sighed,"Goodbye, Legolas. I will see you at dinner and do not be unloyal to your love because of me."

I walked away, closing the door behind me.

As I walked down the halls I could feel the silent tears on my cheeks. I violently rubbed them away. Stupid Legolas. Why must he do this to me... Why?

Legolas' POV:

I stood there, frozen, watching the door she left threw. I could still hear her words ringing through my head. Her soft melodic voice, replaced to a dark and depressing tone.

...do not be unloyal to your love because of me...

She thought I love another. She is sadly mistaken. Through everything we've been through, I have fallen in love. I have fallen in love with the only elven female in a war of males.

Before if anyone told me that a delicate, kind, and funny female of my kind was to fight in Helm's Deep, I would merely laugh and take it as a joke. I am not being sexist it's just that it is unheard of in Mirkwood.

I sighed, regretting it when my wound burned. She said I was to rest and see her at dinner, well that is what I intend to do.

I closed my eyes and drifted to sleep.

Vera's POV:

I don't know. I don't know. I don't, I repeat, know what he said.

I kept replaying his words in my head but nothing! I have nothing! It can't possibly mean he loves me! That's absurd!

I sighed and continued to brush my hair. I was going to dinner.