Chapter Thirteen

"Arwen?" I asked, seeing if she was awake. She actually had the bed closest to me.

"Amriell? You're still up too?" she asked after a moment.

"Yeah. Couldn't sleep," I replied.

"Oh," she said back.

"Can I ask you something?"

"You just did," she replied dryly. "But, ask away."

"How did you ever find out about – about, well you know?"

"I went with Father to Lothlorien. He was talking with you and Celeborn in Celeborn's study and I listened at the door. I didn't get it all right away, no one flat out said it, but I eventually got it," Arwen replied.

"Oh. Do you think Legolas was telling the truth?" I asked. I had told them about my conversation (odd way of putting it. It was more he talked I yelled.) with Legolas.

"I don't know. If he is doing drugs or drinking, I think that if you wanted him to, he'd stop. Then again, he doesn't seem like the kind of person who does drugs," Arwen said thoughtfully.

"Did I seem like the kind of person who would do drugs?" I asked.

"Yes and no."

"What's that supposed to mean?" I demanded.

"Well, you were depressed and people often start doing drugs when depressed. No because you always seemed to perfect, sensible, and just you to do drugs," Arwen said after a moment.

"What do you think I should do?" I asked.

"I think you should sit down with Legolas, in a nice quiet, private place where you won't be disturbed and talk it through. The only reason your mad is he never told you, right?" Arwen said.

"Yeah."

"So, tell him that you won't be mad if he tells you the truth, the truth may make things easier or harder. If he is really telling the truth, forgive him. If you didn't you'd be causing yourself more heart ache than is needed. Besides, people know you and Legolas broke up, so if you guys get back together than you may not need to worry so much about your, um, annoying guy problems," Arwen replied.

I giggled at her last comment, it was funny. "Are you sure?" I asked her, I had felt quite a lot of guilt about being so hard on Legolas.

"Pretty sure. Please don't hold me to it though," Arwen replied.

"I won't. I'm not sure I'm going to do it though," I said, turning over. "I still haven't really decided what to do."

"Go to sleep. Think it over in the morning," Arwen replied. "That's what I'm gonna do anyway."

"G'night,' I said. "Thanks for the advice, I'll think it over."

***

"Can we talk? Like, now, somewhere private?" I asked, Legolas from behind, it was at lunch and he was eating with his friends. He chocked on something, and Estel patted him on the back.

"Amriell?" he demanded, gasping. He turned around and stared at me. "I gue-"

"Oh good," I said, grabbed his arm and dragged him off, outside.

"This is a change," he said dryly.

"I got some advice from Arwen, I thought it over and decided to try it," I told him. "Legolas, I want the truth. I'm beginning to get the feeling that I over reacted and that I should give you the benefit of the doubt. And if they are yours, I won't be mad if you tell me the truth," I said.

"They aren't mine. We talked it over in our room and didn't figure out who's they were. At the moment, I believe they are in the school dumpster," he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry," I said, now don't I feel smart. "I should be able to trust you and I do. Life's just been beating up on me, I don't think I have the right to take it out on you though."

"It's okay," Legolas said and I noticed the glimmer of hope in his eyes.

"Can you forgive me?" I asked.

"Of course," he said. "I'd just like to know what's going on."

"Here goes," I said. So, I gave him an explanation, not as in depth as the one I gave Haldir, but not at all vague. "Can we be friends, just friends, for a while though?" I asked.

I saw a small amount of hope fade from Legolas' eyes. Is this what you want? I asked myself. He doesn't want it, he loves you. Do you love him? There were no answers to that question except for yes. "If you want," he said almost sadly and got up to leave.

I made one of those instantaneous decisions. "Legolas!" I called, running after him. "Wait!" He turned around, looking startled. I stood on my toes and kissed him, hard, I think I managed to bruise mine, and his, lips.

He stood and blinked for a moment. "Isn't that a bit more than friendship?" he asked.

"I changed my mind," I said, nodding. "Do you mind?"

"Not in the least," Legolas said and kissed me, pulling me closer to him.

A/N: For those of you who don't like me for trashing Legolas, does that fix things? And no, you cannot copy me, Kylara. But, if you have a similar story, write it. Don't steal all of my ideas though! So, whenever it's written, I'll look for it and review. Now, I wrote myself out but, it's not going as planned. Funny, this is the only story that hasn't done so. Oh well.

~*Sky Magic*~