The next morning, Ithilwen rolled over in bed, not feeling particularly like getting up. It wasn't because of the naughty elf-dreams she had that kept her there wishing she could go back to sleep. No, there was a whole other reason for the desire to sleep the day away.

In her foggy-headed daze, the elleth sat up in bed abruptly. 'Tell me it's not that! Tell me it's not that! Tell me it's- SHIT!'

Bedcovers took flight as Ithilwen rushed to the bathroom, confirming her worst fears. She peaked into the room across from hers from the bathroom doorway, making sure the elf was still asleep before going through her monthly routine. Find bucket, fill with water, soak clothes, and wait to die.

After filling the bucket and toting it to her room to change, Ithilwen cringed and realized that not only were her clothes stained, but so were her bedsheets. She stripped down quickly, tossing each soiled garment into the bucket as she pulled on an overly large tank top, a makeshift sports bra, fresh underwear and big, baggy sweatpants. There was no way in hell that she was going out today. The Four Horsemen could come down the street and everyone and their dog could get Raptured but she was staying put as she was. Then came the process of tossing her pillows and thicker blankets off the bed, intent on getting the bottom sheet removed from the mattress before that became stained.

Ithilwen's nose wrinkled. The smell of menstrual blood didn't bother her overly, but it seemed this month decided to be particularly heavy, or at least that's what it felt like. She tossed the bloodied sheet into a ball at the foot of her bed, turning on bare heels to go downstairs.

"Morning, Ithilwen," her mother greeted from the kitchen. Only receiving a mumbled reply, she turned to see her daughter go into the laundry room. "You alright?"

"Just peachy," Ithilwen said sarcastically, reaching overhead for an extra bottom sheet and an old towel.

Morwen saw the items she reached for and knew immediately. "That bad, huh?"

"Like you can't smell it, Nana." Ithilwen dumped the fabrics on a free space of the counter. "Do we have any medicine?"

"Not unless you bought any." At Ithilwen's head shake, Morwen frowned. "I'll have someone go out and get some, then. Would a heating pad work?" She went back into the laundry room and returned with a wrapped device with a cord. "Just don't set it too high; I don't want you to burn yourself."

Ithilwen stacked the heating pad on top of the towel and sheet, and was about to leave before Morwen stopped her. Her mother handed her a travel mug filled with coffee. "Maybe it'll warm you up from the inside while the heating pad takes care of the outside." She smiled in thanks, leaving Morwen in the kitchen to continue breakfast.

Morwen watched her daughter leave the room and sighed. If there was anything that would keep Ithilwen from eating breakfast, it was this. She made a mental note to see if Fiona would be willing to make a drugstore run when she got up.

Normally, when Ithilwen left her room, she would shut the door, or at the very least mostly shut. Today, since she felt like utter crap, she didn't care if the Pope were to see the disaster she had turned it into, but as she entered the doorway she wished it had been the Pope standing in her room. Legolas was standing there, holding up her bloodied bottom sheet, looking around the room in a panic until his gaze settled on Ithilwen.

"Oh...my...god..." she whispered, wishing it was some nightmare Pitch had created.

"Are you alright, Ithilwen?" Legolas crossed the room in quick strides, noticing the paleness of her face, the unkempt hair, and the unmistakable scent of...blood. "You're hurt," he said, taking the items from her and setting them on the desk. "Where are you injured, I will go tell Lord Elrond-"

"No!" As if it wasn't bad enough that Legolas was physically checking her for wounds, the mention of dragging her uncle into this was worse. Even if he was a healer, he was still her uncle! Ithilwen put up her hands to catch his before he began to poke and prod her. "Uncle Elrond can't help me with this," she told him slowly.

"But you're...blee...ding..." As soon as the words left his mouth, Legolas felt his face warm considerably. In all his haste to make sure she was well, he had failed to think of the one thing that he had first-hand experience with back in Dunharrow. "Forgive me," Legolas nearly squeaked, finding it hard to speak.

Ithilwen was blushing as well, embarrassed for the both of them. "It's fine."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yes, Legolas."

"Why is there a bucket of water in your room?"

Was it possible to blush redder than she was bleeding? "It's to soak the blood out of my clothes. That's why I went downstairs to get a clean sheet and a towel-"

"You went downstairs?! Why didn't you ask me? I would have gone and fetched whatever you needed!" When Ithilwen reached for the pile on her desk, Legolas took the bottom sheet from her hands and moved to cover the mattress.

"It's not your problem, Legolas, it's mine. I've been taking care of this since I first started my period, so I don't expect anyone to come in and do it for me. I'm a grown elleth, in case you've forgotten!"

"Yes, but you are also in pain. And I haven't forgotten, just as I haven't forgotten the pain that you are currently in."

Ithilwen froze. "You mean you're still getting my cramps?" He nodded. "I am so sorry." She took a sip from her mug. "If it makes you feel better, these cramps aren't anything compared to birthing contractions, from what Nana says. Contractions in labor are supposed to be infinitely worse."

"How would that make me feel better if you ever become with child?" he asked sarcastically.

The elleth shrugged, setting the mug down and grabbing the towel to lay just so in the middle of the mattress. "In case of any more accidents," she explained, "old towels are my best friend right now." Ithilwen brought the covers and pillows back to their places on the bed, then turned and retrieved the heating pad to plug in by the night stand. "We don't have any medicine, so I'm using this to ignore the pain," she told Legolas as he reached out to touch its surface.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked, watching her hold the pad to her midsection as she leaned back into her pillows.

"Find a way to kill me," she said with sarcasm, wincing as another wave of cramps bared down. Legolas had cupped her cheek, stroking the skin with the pad of his thumb. "Just go down to breakfast, Legolas. I know you're hungry." When he didn't move, she added, "I'll be fine."

It took her a few more convincing-sounding 'I'm fine's' before Legolas finally rose up from the edge of her bed and left the room. Ithilwen turned over on her side, looking out the window. She felt bad for sending him away, but there wasn't anything he could do, and he needed to eat. There was also the matter of her heavy bleeding. She could smell it, so surely he could have, and that thought mortified her. So what if this was a natural female body's function, it was embarrassing! Until her flow subsided some, she'd have to remain in the bathtub with a case of Mr. Bubbles to try and mask the scent, and even that might not have worked.

Ithilwen groaned, burying her head in her pillow. 'It's times like this that I wonder if I would have been better off being born with a penis.'

Legolas had made it down the stairs and stood at the doorway to the dining room, when he froze in shock. What was that? That sounded like Ithilwen's voice, but... He turned to look back upstairs. She was in no position to get out of bed, and if she had shouted, the others would have heard her. Besides the fact that he he had inadvertently heard Ithilwen's thoughts -were they her thoughts- she was contemplating being born of the opposite gender? As amusing as the idea was, he didn't think that a male Ithilwen would have filled out the dress from the reunion as nicely.

Morwen saw him enter before anyone else. "She's not coming down for breakfast." It wasn't a question, but a statement.

The prince shook his head. "Wouldn't it be better if she were to eat, Lady Morwen?"

"What's wrong?" Haldir asked, looking around. "Where is Ithilwen?"

"She's not joining us for breakfast, dear. She doesn't feel well."

"If she isn't feeling well, she needs to eat to gain her strength back."

"That's what he said," Morwen nodded to Legolas with a grin. "This isn't that kind of 'unwell' we're talking about. She'll eat, but it won't be for a while. Which reminds me, Fiona-" she caught her youngest by the shoulder and brought her to the group. "Would you be able to run to the store to get some medicine for Ithilwen?"

"That time?"

"That time."

Fiona nodded. "Sure thing, Mom. I'll make a list right after breakfast. Legolas, you want to go with me?"

Morwen could tell that the poor elf looked torn between wanting to stay by Ithilwen's side and spending some time with Fiona. "If it'll make you feel better, go up there and tell her where you'll be, but I can guarantee that if you were to stay and wait with her she'd tie you to the ceiling."

As they began to take their seats, Fiona couldn't help but comment. "I don't know if Ithilwen's feeling good enough to handle that kink. Gagging is a possibility."

"Ball gag or a makeshift one with a scarf?"

"Ball gag, obviously. I get the feeling this one would chew through a scarf, and those would be better suited for restraints."

Haldir and Legolas looked back and forth between mother and daughter, trying to figure out what the hell was going on. From what they could gather, the conversation was going into an intimate area, but they spoke about it so casually...

"Although," Morwen tried to restrain a smirk, "who would be the dominant one?"

"In the fight to secure the gag or in the end?" Fiona leaned back in her chair. "In the fight, well Ithilwen obviously. She's got the PMS-rage thing going on, but in the end... Legolas how hard would you fight to win?"

Unfortunately Legolas had just taken a drink of his orange juice, and the sudden question made him very near spit the drink across the table. Instead, it came back up though his nose, leaving an unpleasant burning sensation that almost made his eyes water. "I don't even know what you're referring to!" He got out at last.

Fiona grinned. She had already messed with his head by giving him those pictures, if that morning after was any indication. She hadn't missed the tiniest blush when he bade Ithilwen a good morning. Just as she was about to explain herself, Morwen had set down a plate of bacon, distracting her.

"Look, bacon. Now start eating, you lot. Fiona, you've got to get to the store, don't forget." Morwen turned to pour herself some coffee, when she added, "And let's keep the bondage talk away from the breakfast table, it seems your father doesn't like it. You're getting way too much enjoyment this early in the morning."

"Aw come on, Mom! Don't act like you haven't read Sunstone as well!"

"What is Sunstone?" Arwen asked, reaching for the orange juice pitcher.

"A kinky bondage comic we - or should I say Ithilwen - ran across online," she answered. "Dad, Ithilwen's been on the internet looking up naughty comics." Fiona snorted.

Haldir put his head in his hands, now lost more than ever. Part of him was dearly looking forward to returning to middle-earth, where things made sense to him.

Ithilwen was somewhere between a hazy awake state and falling back to sleep when she felt a new weight press on her mattress. She didn't have to turn to guess who it was; it seemed he was the only one crazy enough to be around her right now.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked.

Ithilwen shook her head slowly. On top of the cannon explosion-like cramps in her uterus, she was also having to contend with the sore breasts and splitting headache with no cure, all at the same time.

"Fiona has asked me to go with her to the store," Legolas began uncertainly. "Will you be alright?"

The elleth had to turn over to better see his face, to know for sure that he looked like he sounded. "You're serious," she whispered, cracking a smile. "Go on and have fun. I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

Reaching a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose, hoping to allievate any of the stress in her head, she replied, "Positive. It's not like I'm going to Mars today."

"I've got to say I'm impressed," Fiona commented as she drove through town. "Ithilwen doesn't normally want anyone around her when she's like this. The fact that she hasn't tossed you out of her room is astounding in itself."

Legolas looked confused. "Ithilwen doesn't look as if she can move comfortably."

"Trust me, I know from experience. Ithilwen can - and will - chuck you out of her room quicker than you can say The Face of Boe."

"...The what?"

"Face of Boe, it's a Doctor Who reference. Big, giant living head. Really old and wrinkly." Fiona turned into the parking lot of Walgreens. As they entered the sliding doors, she considered a shopping basket, but opted for a buggy instead, knowing what lay in wait back home. "Okay, first thing we need to do is get some painkillers," she said, fishing her list out of her jeans pocket.

"I assume altheas is not a medicinal here," Legolas commented, staring at the shelves of pain relievers.

"Unless there's a similar herb that those New Age people boast about, I don't think so." Fiona selected a large bottle of ibuprofen and dropped it in the buggy. "Okay Legolas, since you're in Ithilwen's life now, there's a procedure Mom and I have gone through when Ithilwen falls prey to Monthly Mandy and is in the shape she's in, and you're about to be privy to this knowledge. Are you ready to accept this task?" She spoke in such a serious manner, it was almost funny.

"Of course," he replied.

"Good, cause I don't know what the hell she's gonna do when y'all go back to middle-earth," Fiona tried not to look down at the mention, and quickly shook it off. "Alright, the first thing to know is that Ithilwen loves sweets. Especially right now, and chocolate is a biggie."

Fiona led Legolas and the buggy over to the grocery section and stopped before the racks of junk food. "I've seen that girl inhale a regular sized candy bar, so we get her these giant ones." She placed two in the buggy. "Ithilwen also likes salty, so it's imperative to have something easy to get to and in. Pringles are a good go-to for salty." Seeing that there was a sale, Fiona placed several cans in the buggy, along with a large plastic tub that contained puffed cheese balls. At Legolas' inquiring look, she said, "These are good to eat while watching TV."

Before they left the grocery section, Fiona added a few twelve pack boxes of soft drinks to the buggy when she spotted the refrigerated cabinets against the wall. "Oh we can't leave without that!" Legolas didn't get a chance to ask before Fiona shoved a small round container in his face. "Ithilwen absolutely loves this flavor of Ben and Jerry's! It's ice cream, you know, like what we had back on the fourth?" At his nod, Fiona placed a pair of the containers in the buggy as well.

"I believe that we've acquired mostly of what you call...junk food?"

"I call it arming ourselves against a great and powerful evil," Fiona shrugged. "And speaking of, I have no idea if she's low on..." She didn't finish her sentence, instead took off towards the hygiene section of the store.

"Low on what?" Legolas asked, curious to know. Perhaps Ithilwen had mentioned it to him, and if Fiona would say, then he might know for certain.

"Tampons," the strawberry blond said. At his blank look, she felt embarrassed all of a sudden. "You know...protection?"

It was so hard not to laugh when the concept dawned on him. His eyes just sort of widened and he nodded quickly, not needing to know the mechanics. "Like the towel," he muttered.

"Yeah, like the towel." Fiona couldn't help but laugh at herself. Never in her wildest dreams would she have seen herself standing in the women's hygiene section of a Walgreen's talking about tampons with an elven archer prince from a world so unlike her own. You couldn't make stuff like that up.

It was closer to noon now, and Ithilwen was wide awake, still victim to the shredding cramps, headache, and boob pain. Could it get much worse?

It could and it did. See, during the time since Fiona and Legolas left, Ithilwen had drifted off back to sleep. In that short amount of fitful rest, Ithilwen had dreamt of soft lips, blond hair, lean muscle, and everything in between doing inappropriate things to make her call out his name. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't woken up calling his name out in a low moan. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't felt like she was on fire from her dream lover's touch. It wouldn't have been so bad if she hadn't nearly "frozen her tits off" when she had to take a cold shower to cool off from the dream.

So now Ithilwen lay in bed, fresh from her shower with slightly damp hair, still sporting her migraine, her boob pain, and her slasher-flick cramps. And on top of all that, she was highly aroused.

She knew that Fiona had gone to the store at their mother's request, but she really wished the girl would bring her back some medicine. A knock on the door brought her back to the present, and after bidding the person to enter, she saw it was her parents.

"How are you?" Haldir asked. Morwen rolled her eyes, knowing the answer.

"Like hell," Ithilwen replied as they came to sit, Haldir in the desk chair and Morwen on the edge of the bed.

"Fiona called not too long ago. She and Legolas will be home shortly. Do you feel up for eating some lunch?" At Ithilwen's nod, Morwen left the room to return with a large tray, on which sat a plate of spaghetti and toasted bread. "Eat it all, you hear me? You're feeling bad enough, and I don't want nausea added to that if the medicine starts eating at your stomach lining because you weren't full."

"Do you mind if I ask you a personal question?" Fiona had just hung up the phone after talking with Morwen, letting her know they were on their way.

"Not at all."

"What do you think about Ithilwen? Do you like her, like, enough to court her?" She glanced out of the corner of her eye to see that she had left him speechless. "I'll take your silence as an 'I'm not sure', but that's okay. What about this; has she found out that I gave you those pictures?"

Legolas blushed slightly. "You could say that."

"Did she get upset?" She asked, confused by the answer.

"At first, but I assured her that she was beautiful and that there was nothing wrong in having them taken once she explained their origin."

Fiona sighed, partly relieved, but knowing there was still hell to pay from her sister, she couldn't relax. "What did you think of them?"

"I thought they were beautiful."

"But what about their purpose? Does that bother you?"

"Do you mean the significance of Ithilwen's pictures, or of the general idea?"

"General."

"I see nothing wrong with it. It is more advanced than the letters our warriors send home to their lovers, though. Why do you ask?"

"What do you think about making a get-well gift for Ithilwen?" Fiona was pretty sure that she was on a one-way ticket to hell, but damn if she wasn't going to go without an interesting story to tell!

Ithilwen was just finishing her plate of food when she received a knock on her door. She threw out a half-hearted "Enter if you dare" threat as she set her plate with untouched toast on the side table.

Behind the open door stood Legolas. "I see you're feeling about as pleasant as the Uruk I slayed at Helm's Deep."

"They didn't have a nuclear bomb going off in their uterus, so they got off lucky." She stretched her legs out on the bed. "What are you doing here? I thought you were hanging out with Fiona?"

"I did," Legolas held up the bags he was carrying, "but now I've come to make you feel better." Before Ithilwen could protest, he had crossed the room and sat at the edge of her bed with the bags, removing the contents and setting them in the discarded desk chair by the table.

Ithilwen was shocked. She saw a box of painkillers, over-sized candy bars, chips... not to mention a large box of tampons. "Please, please, please tell me that Fiona didn't explain what those were to you," she pleaded, dropping her hand on the box.

Legolas' ears turned pink. "She mentioned that they are a form of...protection for women in this world. I assured her that I didn't need to know how they functioned, though from the diagram on the box, there isn't much need for an explanation." He stared at the box for a few moments, collecting his thoughts. Back home, this talk wasn't taboo, but it wasn't exactly a conversation held over tea either. Still, he had to know. "Ithilwen, what is a Trojan?"

"A what?!" Did she hear him right? From the serious yet confused look on his face, it appeared that she had, and that it was something her sister left for her to explain. Great, now her face was starting to heat up again. "It's a...uh...well...it's a form of birth control that guys here use. What brought this up?"

"I saw these...Trojans...near where we found these," he indicated the tampons. "How does a male use one of these to control pregnancy? Is it an herb of sorts?"

Ithilwen wanted to die right there. Not because of the a-bomb cramps, but because of the embarrassment of Legolas' questions, which were perfectly innocent. It was as if a child were asking her these questions, but that didn't make it easier. "It's not an herb. Think of it as...um...a sleeve."

"A sleeve?"

Damn, she was making him more confused. "Yeah, or a second skin...of sorts. The guy slips it on his...gentleman bits..to catch...things." Okay, so apparently her brain decided to turn into a child-appropriate sex talk filter, making everything sound more ridiculous. Thankfully, for both of their sakes, Legolas was quick to catch onto her terrible definition.

Silence fell between them again as Ithilwen tried to pry open the bottle of medicine, only for Legolas to take it from her. He gave her two of the tiny pills, which she downed with her glass of sweet tea by the bed. Ithilwen set the glass back and reclined against the pillows, watching him.

Finally, Legolas couldn't help himself. "You could have just said it was similar to a glove. We may not have these in middle-earth, but we do have gloves." He grinned triumphantly as Ithilwen fell into a laughing fit.

Hours had passed, and while the medicine had entered her bloodstream long before, Ithilwen still didn't have the energy to move around the house. Legolas remained by her side, offering her his company, and the two spent the afternoon watching some of the dvds she had on hand.

Ithilwen had moved over, insisting that if Legolas were to stay he could sit up in bed with her. It took some convincing on her part, but it was his turn to get her to lean against him as she rested. The current movie selection was Kill Bill Volume 1, and Legolas could no more tell a stranger what this story was about than Gimli could walk on snow. The scenes were erratic, and it seemed that everyone wanted to kill the blond woman in the yellow tunic and pants. The movie had drifted into background noise, as Ithilwen began to explain the story to him, but they later began to talk of other things.

"What are we?" she asked him suddenly.

"Elves. Firstborn." Legolas wasn't sure where Ithilwen was going with this.

He felt her head move against his chest. "No, I mean us. You and me. Are we friends?"

"Of course we are," he replied. "What has made you think otherwise?"

Ithilwen shrugged. "I dunno. I guess it's just what's happened between us recently that has me confused." She looked up at him to see he was looking at her expectantly. "You know, the kissing...and butt groping? Don't get me wrong, Legolas. The kisses are great, and I like you as a friend, but..."

"You are not sure of anything else?" he offered. Truth was, he was feeling the same way. "I understand. There is no reason to worry over it, as I am unsure myself."

"I don't know where that puts us though," Ithilwen muttered. It wasn't that she preferred to have a label over them, but she liked to have an idea of a destination. With Legolas, she had no idea where that road could turn, and it both thrilled her and scared her. "I don't want to take back what I said that day at Sonic, but I know if everyone finds out, we'll never live it down after saying for months that we're just friends when all we know is that's what we still are. Does that make sense?"

"I think. Is it your wish to keep our...whatever we may be in private...in private, until we come to a decision?"

"Does that bother you?" Ithilwen had reached across him for one of the giant candy bars and unwrapped it hastily. She began to break it apart into pieces, holding one up for him to take.

Legolas took the chocolate with a smile. "Not at all, Ithilwen. You haven't been the only one to fight that battle with friends and family these past months." His arm around her tightened, and he heard her sigh lightly as she snuggled back into him. "Regardless of what everyone believes, I think taking things as they come is a good plan. No sense rushing anything; we are immortal, after all." He smiled again as Ithilwen laughed. "I must admit that it is nice to be so open with you, Ithilwen. Besides my naneth and Tauriel, I don't think I've been as open with an elleth as I have with you."

"Not even Arwen?"

"You have met her brothers, have you not?"

Ithilwen grinned up at him. "Good point." She stretched against him, resting her head on his shoulder. "You know how we're so open about things? Well, I've got something I gotta say, and please don't judge me for it."

Legolas looked down at her, "I wouldn't dream of it."

She averted her eyes, knowing she'd never get it out if she was looking directly at him. "Well, you know how during this cycle I bleed like a stuck pig and have cramps like thunder? That's not the whole story. My emotions are a wreck, so I can be happy, then murderous, and bawl over an empty cup the next. Not to mention that I am hornier than a teenage boy right now-"

A hard rumble shook the elleth, and Ithilwen looked up to see that Legolas had lost all composure.

"It's not funny, Legolas!"

That evening, everyone had turned in earlier than normal. The dramatics of so much taking place had finally caught up, leaving many exhausted while others wished to reacquaint themselves with their long-missed lovers for a new record. Ithilwen had fallen asleep with Legolas by her side, his arm still wrapped around her back to use him as a body pillow. Morwen had come in to check on her before she retired to her room, finding the pair sound asleep. She turned the television and DVD player off, collected the dirtied dishes and empty wrappers, and covered the two elves with Ithilwen's woven throw blanket before leaving quietly.

Haldir was sitting at the edge of the bed he shared with Morwen, removing his boots when she entered. "She's using the Prince of Mirkwood as a body pillow," she grinned in passing, going to the desk in the room and sitting down.

"I assume that the medicine Fiona has retrieved has served its purpose?"

"Having Legolas for company probably helped take her mind off of things, too." Morwen opened her laptop and began to compile a list of things that needed to be done. Since Haldir's arrival, there hasn't been much time to take into consideration all of the things that needed to be done before they left this world. People needed to be contacted, loose ends tied up, and then the matter of their belongings they'd leave behind, as well as- "Fiona."

"What?" Haldir asked.

"When we go back to middle-earth, what will Fiona do?" Morwen turned to look at Haldir with panic in her eyes. "I don't know if I can do this, Haldir. Fiona's my child as well...what kind of mother would I be if I left her behind?"

Haldir rose from the bed and crossed the room to the desk, kneeling down before his wife. He took her hands in his and began to kiss each knuckle lightly. "Tonight is not the night for such talk, melleth. I do not wish to leave her either, even though I haven't known her as long as you and Ithilwen have, but she is my child as well. There is time to sort your affairs before we depart, and we can form a council well before then to discuss these matters."

Morwen sniffled. "You think so?"

"I do," Haldir kissed the inside of each wrist. "We have more than enough to be considered a council. Surely we can find solutions to each obstacle. For now," Haldir rocked forward on his heels and began to nibble on his wife's collar bone, smirking when he heard her sigh. Morwen slipped her arms around his neck, falling into him as he lifted her up and carried her to bed. Tonight, he intended to make sure that his beloved forgot about everything but each caress that he made on her body, determined to make sure that the last words she spoke before exhaustion took her was his name in breathless moans.

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A/N: Edit (8/12):After two reviewers pointed out a HUGE f-up I made, I had to correct my mistake; the 'Face of Boad' is now 'the Face of Boe'. :) Terribly sorry about that, and as a Doctor Who fan myself I should have checked before this went online. In Fiona's defense, she hadn't seen the show in years and remembered it as she heard it.

Sort of filler, but it does bring up a couple of good points that haven't really been addressed. Ithilwen and Legolas have a modified-friends-with-benefits thing going on in secret, and Morwen's fretting about leaving. Think your last move involved a lot of work? Going from one world to another has a lot more involved than I think some believe, and it's a topic I'd like to explore. And a new development in the connection between Ithilwen and Legolas, a possible mind link? That's gonna be fun!

Also, credit goes to animepercystyle for suggesting to add Brigid as a cameo in the previous chapter. She may have been mentioned only in conversation, but it's sort of like pulling a Stephen King, right? ;)

Fiona's mention of the webcomic 'Sunstone' can be found on Deviantart by the user shiniez. Gotta warn you though, it's not work safe, but it's a really interesting read with BDSM thrown in. The characters are engaging, the art is a fun style, the page strips are loooong, and the out of time art pieces uploaded keep you guessing as to what leads up to them. It's only four chapters, but it's hard not to get hooked on them! If you're mature enough, go check it out; if you're not...well I can't stop you, but I won't be taking responsibility! lol

Let me know what y'all think! I've also added some more art to my tumblr - link's still on my profile - with more to come. One of the latest is from the reunion *winkwink*