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"It's okay Aragorn."

Aragorn breathed a sigh of relief.

"I was afraid you would hate me, Legolas."

Legolas smiled at his friend, then motioned at the bartender to bring them another drink.

"Here ya are..." the bartender said, then paused. "Are you the elf who is in love with that hot she-elf?"

Legolas nodded, then turned red.

"Yes," he answered.

"That's what I thought. I heard that you gave the little missy quite a ride."

Legolas scowled.

"No. I did not. I would not risk her honor."

"I would," the bartender replied.

Legolas frowned and walked up to the room. When he entered, Nimbus sat at the mirror, running a brush threw her golden hair. She was clad in a white sleeping gown that came down to the middle of her thighs. Legolas felt his jaw drop at the sight of her. Even though her top half was covered, her bottom was bearly.

"You look amazing," Legolas said.

Nimbus turned around and smiled. Her blue eyes smiled with joy, and she ran and jumped into his arms. He held her close to him, not daring to disturb her perfect looks.

"What is it?" Nimbus asked.

"You look so perfect, I don't want to ruin it."

Nimbus smiled happily.

"I don't care," she said. "It's not like I plan on seeing anyone else tonight."

Legolas felt a grin tug at the corners of him mouth. Nimbus was beautiful, and she knew that he thought that.

"You never really answered me," Legolas said abruptly.

"Answered what?"

"Will you be mine forever?"

Nimbus sat down on the bed and started to think.

"You're not answering me," Legolas said, worried.

"I'm thinking," Nimbus replied. "It's just the thought of spending me life with someone..."

"What's there to think about? You love me, don't you?" Legolas asked.

"Yeah. Yes, well, at least I think I do."

Nimbus held her head and started to cry.

"Nimbus!"

Legolas ran up to her and held her in his arms. She was shaking and sobbing, Legolas couldn't stop her.

"Please Nimbus, don't cry."

Legolas started to sing softly, and Nimbus quieted. He was not singing in elvish, but in English. It was a beautiful song. Nimbus felt herself relax, and she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

"Who would have known that singing would put her to sleep," Legolas said to no one.

He laid Nimbus down softly into the bed, and kissed her forhead softly. Then, he climbed under the sheets and fell asleep. Nimbus's soft sighs were his music, and her body warmth was his heater. Niether woke up during the long cold night.

Aragorn did pass by the room and took a peak inside. Seeing that both were fully dressed, he knew that everything would be okay. He kind of laughed, seeing Legolas so happy when he was getting so little from this mysterious princess.

"Well, on to Rivendell."