A/N- Here is another Chapter for all you my lovelies! I love that you are all so responsive to this story and that encourages me to keep writing! I still have the poll up on my profile, only one person has voted so far. This story is going to cover all three of the books, so we still have a ways to go even if the Fellowship is destined to split up soon. Again, thank you all for your feedback, and read on! As always, I don't own Lord of the Rings or Harry Potter.

Chapter 20

Floating on the Water

That day was horrible for Mya. Legolas and Gimli didn't talk to her at all while they were in the boats. The journey was beginning to become tedious and repetitive for Mya. Legolas also looked horrible, like he hadn't been sleeping properly. Mya knew he had misunderstood what she'd been trying to say, but he didn't even acknowledge her attempts to fix his mistake in assuming what she was going to say.

As the day progressed, Mya became quieter and quieter. She didn't know why Legolas was so quick to believe she didn't want him around, but she felt there was nothing she could do to stop him from distancing himself. Everyone else in the group noticed they were slowly torturing themselves, but no one knew what to say to get them to realize what was so plain for the rest of them to see.

That night, after they landed, Mya volunteered to go hunt, while Gimli and Harry said they would gather wood. Legolas built a fire then gazed into it, tuning out the world around him. The Hobbits set up a sleeping area and the bedrolls while Fred and George talked quietly, away from the group.

While she was out hunting, Mya was able to calm herself and focus. She knew that she loved Legolas, as stubborn as he could be. She also knew that he wanted to keep his distance for some reason. As she moved quietly through the forest, she came to a conclusion that until he chose to say something to her, she would not force her attention or affection on him. As the calm of making a decision washed over her, Mya spotted a deer that would feed all twelve of them that night. She slowly drew her bow and fired, killing it instantly.

After cleaning the animal, she carried it back to the camp so that it could be roasted over the fire. Sam was glad to cook it for them and even went out and found some herbs and vegetables that would go well with the venison. That night, as they sat around the fire talking, Mya noticed a sadness coming from Legolas that she knew was caused by their misunderstanding.

She also noticed that he didn't really eat much, like her he had just picked at his dinner. She was worried that he was thinking that she was rejecting their bond, but didn't know how to fix what was wrong.

That evening, Mya and Harry had first watch. They sat there, guarding those that slept in a comfortable silence that they had developed while running from Voldemort in England. She was gazing at the stars when Harry decided he had to talk to her.

"Mya," he began hesitantly. "What's going on with you and Legolas, it's obvious you two love each other, but you're not really together."

"I'm not sure, Harry." Mya answered, "Before we set out on this journey, Arwen told me that he thought I was in love with someone else, which is preposterous to me. I could never love anyone else." The sadness in her voice was clear. Harry heard movement from the sleeping area and looked up to see Legolas watching them, in silence.

"Yeah, he told me he overheard you crying to Gandalf about having loved someone before you came home." Harry said, hoping that Legolas would hear the truth before it was too late for either of them.

"The only time I cried to Gandalf was when I was telling him about Fred's death." She answered, looking at Harry. "I've never loved Fred in the way that Legolas thinks I do, and I never will. Fred is like a brother to me, same as you and George, but we do have a connection that was forged when he stopped the bullies from calling me Mudblood in second year.

You and he were the only ones who came to visit when I was petrified and it was strengthened over years of friendship and solid enough for Fred to die in my place during the final battle. Of course I love him, I would be crazy not to, but I'm not in love with him.

My heart only belongs to one person in that sense, and right now, he's too stupid to know what he's throwing away." She started sobbing, and Harry wrapped his arms around her, knowing that Legolas had heard enough.

The next morning, Mya looked drawn and tired. She hadn't slept well after telling Harry everything that was in her heart. She also didn't look forward to being ignored again all day. Sighing, she climbed into the boat and took her place in front of Gimli. As they pushed off, she took solace that they should reach the lake by that afternoon. Mya was so tired that the slow rocking of the boat soon lulled her into a sleep, using Gimli as a pillow with the gruff Dwarf's permission.

As she slept, Legolas gazed down at her, thinking about what he'd overheard her and Harry talking about. He was beginning to realize how badly he'd misjudged the situation.

They hit some rough water, causing Mya to stir and wake up. She sat up thanking Gimli for his service. The Dwarf grunted and fell asleep, leaving Mya and Legoas basically alone in the boat.

"Mya, can I ask you a question?" He asked her, hesitantly. She looked at him in surprise that he initiated a conversation with her. She nodded, before swallowing and answering him.

"Yes, what is it?" Her voice was still slightly hoarse from sleep.

"What does being petrified mean?" He asked, embarrassed to admit that he'd been eavesdropping.

"It's what happens when you see the reflection of a very large snake called a basilisk." Mya explained, "I'm guessing you overheard Harry and I talking last night?" He nodded and she smirked.

"I think that we need to talk tonight, after we make camp." He said to her. "I never asked you about your time in England. I want to hear all about it." She looked at him with joy shining in her eyes. He smiled back at her and they fell into a companionable silence as they drifted down the river to their destination.