Chapter 3!!! (Disclaimer, I don't own anyone except for Rebecca, she's my creation, She's my very own Mary Sue ( But she's not JUST a Mary Sue to me, She's a lot more. Anyways, don't sue me, I mean no harm. Enjoy!)

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"What did you say?" Legolas asked, still returning from his surprised stupor.

"I said I do not plan on marrying you, nor do I want to. We may still be able to unite Northern and Southern Mirkwood, it will merely take time and intelligence." She said, standing up to look at him.

"You do not wish to marry Me?" He asked, still in disbelief.

"Yes, that is what I said, could you please move on? Are you willing to help me unite our kingdoms?" She took a few steps over to a fallen log, and sat down, curling her legs under her. "or do you wish to just drool over the contemplation that someone does not want you for once?"

"And to think I would've taken you for a pleasant person." He said, pacing back and fourth slowly.

"Oh I was planning on being a pleasant person.. but as you know, I cannot marry you. This marriage is unacceptable. I will not tolerate being married to someone who refuses to let me travel with him, and then calls me timid." She said, throwing her words right back at him.

Legolas let out an exasperated sigh and ran his hand over his hair. "About that.. I want to apologize, what I said was rude, and uncalled for, and I'm sorry."

She took pity on him, she noticed that he looked very ragged because he didn't want this marriage anymore than she did.

"Apology accepted. Now, do you plan to work with me on this? If we are able to unite Northern and Southern Mirkwood, our fathers may just dismiss the betrothal and we will be able to marry who we wish." She was relieved when he came to sit next to her, granted he was a foot away, which was perfectly fine with her, but she was glad that he was becoming more comfortable with her already.

"You do have spirit, I'll give you that. But who says our people will surely want this union? If the marriage went though, they would have no choice, but if we are not married then they can rebel against this."

"Don't tell me you've changed your mind that quickly about marrying me?"

"Lord, no!" He flustered. "It's not you though, it's the fact that I just don't want to marry at all, a wife would hinder me. I wish to continue my training."

"Training? Training for what? You are remarkable archer, and everyone knows it."

"Well, I've always trained for sword fighting and archery, I've never had time with anything else, so Elrond and Arwen have granted my wish to train me a bit in the Elven arts of magic."

"I could easily do that. But Elven magic can be tricky sometimes. It is difficult to learn."

"And you actually know it? Ha, everyone knows your father does not know the last thing about Elven magic."

"You do not believe me? Must I show you proof?" She looked at him as he nodded slowly. "Very well."

Rebecca stood, pushing her long hair over her shoulder. She pointed towards a limp tree across the small lake.

"That tree is dying, because it is not recieving the water it needs because half of it's roots are above the ground."

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and muttered a few words, then her magical song reached him, she opened her mouth and simple words, so sweet and light flowed from her body. The tree was soon re-rooted. She stopped her music and opened her eyes.

"Uh.. You.. wow… where did you learn that." Legolas stammered

"Someday possibly, I will tell you. I do hope you learned your lesson though. I will not always prove myself just because you think I should. I do my own bidding, not a mans'. Goodnight Legolas, Prince of Northern Mirkwood."

And with that, she was off in the shadows and on the way back to her chambers.