A/N: I really like reviews and feedback. Thanks to Nameless Fear for your compliments, and I'm sure that when I have the time I'll enjoy your story. I might get in a romantic scene this chapter, but maybe not, b/c I think if the romance starts too soon, it ruins the story.

Disclaimer: I'm sick of disclaimers, so let's just say that I don't own anything that Tolkien created.

As I gasped for air, all eyes were on me. Are you okay? I heard someone ask. I replied, short of breath, I can't stand being in the dark, especially in tight places. I gasped for air between each word. Most elves feared the dark, and I feared it more than most. I was also claustrophobic, and that was not good, seeing as we were in close quarters and in the darkness. Legolas put an arm around me, and I welcomed it, for it comforted me in the darkness. I allowed his arm to stay, for it was around me more in a brotherly fashion than like he had passionate feelings for me. I liked this, because I knew that in his heart he felt me as a good friend. It made me feel safe, like nothing could harm me while I was in his arms. I liked that feeling, and I shattered some of the barriers that I had built up over years instantaneously, knowing that I was free to do so and that no harm would befall me.

I snuggled in closer, allowing him to put his other arm around me. His arms were warm and comforting, and he was surprisingly strong, for such a slim figure, having an archer's build. I didn't hesitate to put my arm around his waste. He was about a head taller than me, so I rested my head on his chest when we stopped for a rest. I was throwing caution into the wind, and when it finally dawned on me, it scared me, and actually caused me to move in closer rather than pull farther away.

When I got closer, he pulled his head up in surprise. Is something bothering you, Celena? He obviously cares something for me.

I don't like being in the dark, especially in such closed quarters. I have been afraid of the dark since I was a child, but more so than most Elves. He looked slightly puzzled at this, because he could not figure out why more so. I did not want to explain, so I kept him in wonder.

I completely embraced him, and he gazed at me in wonder, his deep chestnut eyes piercing into me. I felt like he could see into me, see my every thought, as the lady Galadriel had the power to do. But I knew that he couldn't, because I can sense these things. He gazed at me longingly, like he wanted to love me, wanted me to love him. I felt like I could let him love me, and let myself love him. I completely shattered any other barriers that I had built up over the years, and I fully embraced him, his hands down at the small of my back. He bent down, almost timidly, and our lips met. Our eyes met when we broke free from the kiss, and we couldn't tear them away from each other.

Should've seen that one coming. The voice startled us, and we looked over to see Gimli shaking his head. Great, now we have to listen to a couple of lovebirds reciting love poetry the whole trip through.

Can't you just be happy for them? They're in love, it's plain to see, and I think that it's wondrous that they have found each other. By now we were both a deep shade of pink, because we had forgotten that there were other people in the room. We... We should move on. Legolas said this with a brighter shade of red in his cheeks than I had. Clearly, he was a bit embarrassed. Okay, more like REALLY embarrassed.

A/N: Sorry about the short chapter, but I ran short on ideas. Please R&R, and tell me if I write passionate scenes well, cause this is my first.