The next day Mertose found that he had another body, Kitbellwen. She had attached herself to him in the morning and never let go. The prince felt suffocated and irritated; even if he found an excuse to get away she would somehow be there! It was the first time in his life that he actually looked forward to the meeting he had to go to.

"My prince, I have only seen a small piece of your beautiful forest, will you please show me its magnificence?" she asked very sweetly as soon as he walked out of his meeting.

"Well I … "

Unfortunately, his father just so happened to be behind him, and gave him a nudge.

"Of course my lady," he answered.

So, they prepared then left, Mertose brought her to a well-used path into the forest, but Kitbellwen stopped him.

"My lord, I have been down these paths, will you not take me somewhere more exotic, more … isolated." She smirked.

Mertose was a bit confused.

"I thought you didn't like exotic places my lady."

"I will not deny that I am not very fond of them, but this is an exception. I really do want to see your home."

What I do for wealth, she thought bitterly.

"All right then, my lady."

He tried to think of a place to take her where she wouldn't be too uncomfortable. Then he decided to show her the western side of the forest. It wasn't too dreadful of a place, and it was the part of the forest farthest away from Vicara and her friends.

"My lady-"

"Please do call me Kitbellwen."

"Kitbellwen, I will take you to the western side of the forest. I think you will like it, but I will warn you, there are bugs and sticky plants that can attach to your clothes."

Kitbellwen, inside, really didn't want to go, but it was the only way she could get him alone with her. She forced on a smile and said.

"Thank you my lord, and besides, don't I need some excitement in my life?"

Mertose smiled somewhat and nodded.

"I suppose."

Mertose, still surprised in the sudden change of the Lady of Rivendell, led her into the forest. Kitbellwen was beaming with joy that her plan had finally started. For the moment, she decided to woo her little prince and draw him away from that ugly girl. She had no idea what Mertose saw in her. She seemed dirty, and even had a scar on her face. Her hair was frizzy, and her clothes a mess. She looked like a common human. Kitbellwen shook her head, and then put on a sweet smile.

"Please Mertose, I may call you Mertose now?" the prince nodded, finding no harm in it, "Mertose may we stop for a moment? I need a rest."

"All right," he said then looked for a place for them to sit.

He soon found a fallen over tree and took the weight off his feet, he gestured to a frowning Kitbellwen to sit down. Kitbellwen grimaced as she looked at the dirty, old tree.

"Something wrong?" Mertose asked, but she quickly put on a smile.

"No nothing is wrong," she then forced herself to sit. I am doing this it to be a princess, she kept reminding herself in her head.

Mertose felt very awkward, this was the first time they were alone together, and the prince had no idea what to say or do. But he was glad that Kitbellwen was becoming more adventurous. Suddenly he felt the heat of her body come closer to him, the prince cleared his throat.

"Mertose … what are you thinking?" she whispered.

"Well … um," he didn't have a clue as to how to answer. Finally, he settled on saying something generic, "I'm thinking about how much I really love this forest."

"It is stunning, like you," she smiled inching even closer.

Mertose blushed and turned to look at her. He almost jumped when he realized just how close she had got. One more inch and she would be touching his nose.

"K-Kitbellwen, you definitely flatter me, and don't misunderstand me, you are very beautiful and attractive," a smug smile came on the lady's face, "but it's just, we are very different, and it's hard for us to have conversations."

A frown suddenly found its way to Kitbellwen's lips.

"What are you saying Mertose? Am I not good enough for you?"

"No! No, Kitbellwen," he sighed.

His words weren't coming out the right way. Kitbellwen placed a hand on his shoulder.

"It's all right, I understand now. But is there not a saying, "differences make the best relationship"?"

Kitbellwen suddenly leaned in and tried to kiss him. The prince watched her, she was beautiful, he thought, but right before their lips touched a vision of Vicara flashed before his eyes. Mertose turned away, and Kitbellwen ended up kissing his cheek.

"What is it?" she asked softly into his ear.

"I'm very sorry, I … just need to think about this."

Kitbellwen sighed, might as well let him think, or he'll be on to you, she thought.

"Of course, lets go back."

Vicara looked out the small window in front of her she seemed to be daydreaming. But she snapped out of her trance once she heard a giggled coming from behind her. The girl quickly turned, red faced, to see Art with her hands over her mouth.

"And what are you so giddy about?" she asked putting a hand to her hot cheek.

"Nothing," Art shrugged, but when Vicara gave her look of 'I'll find out one way or another' she spoke, "I've never seen you daydream before."

Vicara raised an eyebrow.

"Daydream? You thought I was daydreaming?" she laughed nervously.

"Vic, you are a very bad lair when it comes to love, do you know that?" she laughed.

"Now we're talking about love! Art you … you got it all wrong!" she blushed pure maroon.

"I don't think she does," a rather irked voice entered the room followed by Drulas.

"How would you know?" Vicara huffed.

"I know because ever since that Merna –"

"Mertose!" she quickly interrupted.

"That elf, left this place you've been walking on air and looking off into oblivion whenever you get a chance!"

"That doesn't mean anything Drulas!"

"I didn't fall onto this Earth yesterday Vicara, I think I know the signs of someone in love!"

"And what's so wrong with me being in love?"

"The problem is that elf is not one of us! He's a palace guard who will betray us, and make you betray us as well!"

Vicara finally lost her last nerve with that. She stood up to her full height and screamed at her best friend.

"You're beginning to sound like one of those elves who wouldn't accept me! We are NOT some kind of alliance where only abandoned, different people are recognized! You don't know anything about Mertose, and yet you judge him! I'm starting to think you would have criticized me too if you hadn't known me for so long!"

"Vicara I –"

"And another thing!" she continued cutting him off, and not caring about the sad look in his eyes, "I am not the only one who is acting all in love Drulas! I'm so sorry that I just can't hide it as well as you!"

"Vicara no please!" he pleaded.

"Just because there is someone else in this house who has found someone doesn't mean you should be so jealous over it! I found Mertose, you found Art!" she took a breath, and then wished she had never ever said any of that.

Drulas look so betrayed, so angry, and sad it tore at Vicara's heart. Art just looked shocked, she had no idea that Drulas felt that way about her, she needed to sit down.

"I trusted you with that secret! You were my best friend, and this is how you treat me? By telling a secret I trusted you with! We were like brother and sister! That elf has changed you. I thought we were the ones you trusted and relied upon. Now Mertose is the better person? He's the one you depend on? Well, fine then! You have my blessing!" Drulas yelled and then ran out of the house and out into the forest. Vicara, with tears in her eyes, tried to follow him.

"Drulas wait please! I'm sorry, I take it all back, I didn't mean any of it!" she cried trying to find him, but was lost in the foliage. She then fell to her knees, "I'm sorry … I'm sorry," she whispered.

Author's note: Just wanted to give a huge Thank You to all my reviewers! You people have kept me writing this story. Sorry to say that I had a bit of a writers' block for a while there, that's why this one took some time, so it also may not be the greatest chapter either… I'll keep trying. Thanks for reading!