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Legolas left after telling me what happened with their meeting with Galadriel, and I got dressed. I left my room to find him and the rest of the fellowship sitting near the river, conversing. How do you fare, malady? the speaker was Aragorn.

I am quite well, thank you. I feel better than I've felt in a long time, actually. What exactly happened last night? I had been stupid enough to be tricked into drinking wine, and one glass basically knocks me out. He knew that, and I figured that out only after I had drunken the wine.

Well, we knew that you looked about ready to pass out, so we took things into out own hands. Legolas grabbed him from behind, and told him to confess, and he had such a fiery passion about him you would think that he loved you, and wanted to hold you throughout the night, which he very nearly did, unless I miss my guess. With that he looked at Legolas, who blushed a deep rose color.

I think you just embarrassed the Elf, Aragorn. I gave a small smile, and I found myself staring into the ocean that was his deep blue eyes, and I found myself unable to break away my gaze. We stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like an eternity, and I feel that I knew him before the council, before the journey. His face seemed vaguely familiar, as if I had known him before. I couldn't quite place him.

This thought was troubling me, since I was unable to figure out why he seemed so familiar all of a sudden. I knew that there was something that they were all hiding from me, I had been able to feel it, but I could not tell what.

Later that evening, I decided to go for a walk. On the trail I met Celeborn, who I had known for many years. He had helped me, though I distanced myself from him as well.

What troubles you, Celena?

What do you mean? I never said that something was troubling me.

You know me better than that, Celena. You don't need to say anything. I can see it in your eyes.

It's just that I can't figure out why Legolas seems so familiar. I'd never met him before our journey to destroy the One Ring.

I believe that he is the only one who can answer that for you. I know that you'll feel better knowing that it was him who told you, not I nor anybody else.

Thanks, Celeborn, you always did know just what to say. With that we gave each other a hug like friends often do when one helps another. I know that he felt a great amount of respect for me because I had not just let myself be controlled by another. I was glad to have the respect from someone so wise, and to have him be such a dear old friend.

I decided I would ask Legolas about this, because it was troubling me so. I just knew that he would answer me honestly. I decided to ask him when the sun had set.

I entered his room, a little nervous, though I did not know why. I had decided to just ask him outright.



I have a question for you. I feel like I knew you before the council, before the journey, but I cannot place you. Do you know what makes me feel this was, this vague familiarity?

He sighed and looked directly into my eyes. Many years ago you traveled into Mirkwood. You looked so pretty, but you looked troubled, so lonely. I thought that you needed a friend. I escaped from the palace guards the day after you arrived, and I found you sitting by a small stream. I believe you were trying to get away from the crowds because you were different. You didn't know that I was prince, yet you were nice to me all the same. I knew that I had found someone who would learn to like me for me, not my title or looks. It was so annoying to have an Elf maiden tagging along behind me at all times, never giving me a moment's rest. But you were not like that. Even if you had found out then that I was prince, you wouldn't have cared so much. I had fallen in love, and my heart broke that fateful day when you left, and it has renewed since then. I am in love, and I do not care if the whole world knows, or if anyone wants to be betrothed with me, because I will have my betrothment with you and you alone.

I stared, speachless. This was the same kind person who I had seen in Mirkwood so many years back? He looked, different somehow, although I couldn't put my finger on what it was, although I knew that he had been right. I knew that it was him. No other could have known about those things, save my dearest friend who had been killed by that son of a bitch, Aabrengen. I had renewed a friendship that I didn't even know had been a friendship in the first place. I was still staring, I realized when I came back to my senses, so I quickly broke the tense silense. How long had you waited to see if one day I wold return?

I waited for several years, but I gave up when I figured that you had forgotten about me. I figured you had fallen in love with someone, and I envied the person you had fallen in love with.

But now you see that I have not fallen in love, and there is only one person that I could fall in love with. He looked a little bit hopeful at my answer, and I looked him passionately. I uttered one more word. With that, I got up and left his room, the look of astonishment and glee written all oer his face. I went back to my room, since it had already gotten dark, and I took out my flute. I might as well get a song in to help me sleep better, so I played a slow, pretty ballad, and the sound of the flute sang me to sleep on the balcony.

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When I awoke the next morning, I found that I had been carried into bed. The bed was much more comfortable than the balcony, although I had enjoyed the cool breeze washing over my face. I looked for any trace of a clue that might lead me to figure out who had put me into bed, but I found none.

I went to eat breakfast, and I knew that I had done absolutely the wrong thing by going just then. The entire hall was staring at me, and I could not figure out why. I looked at Legolas, and he motioned me to go over to him, and he explained what had happened. It seems that our friend Aabrengen told a few of the town gossips his side of the story, and now everyone believes that you came onto him.

I'll just tell everyone that it is not true, and if they don't believe me, let them think that I am a slut who doesn't deserve tobe treatd with respect, because all I care about is that he didn't do anything to anyone else, since he tried to rape me.

He didn't leave Lôthlorien, and he did not confess. I just hope that hedoesn't get the chance to hurt someone else.

All right, now I get dirty. He's been messing around for just too long, and now he must pay. I will not kill, though I wish he were dead. I am going to tell Galadriel, and pray that she listens to my advice. I will ask her to banish him from the woods of Lôthlorien, praying that he will never be allowed to return.

I think that's the best idea you've had yet. Do you want me to come with you?

No, I can handle this alone. With that I left hum to seek Galadriel, and I found her. I decided to tell her right off, although I knew that she could read minds.

Galadriel, I have something important that I think you need to know, for my sake, and for the sake of Lôthlorien. I took a deep breath, and before I spoke, she said something.

My dear child, I know what troubles you, and I know that you are not lying. You were right to come to me, and I know that I must put a stop to it. I just need you to come with me, as well as the rest of those who witnessed the attack on you. Come. We must find him so he can be brought before a council here. With that, we went out in search of him.

A/N: Sorry for not posting for a couple of days. I just started school today, and you know how busy it gets. Plus my mom has been limiting the use of my computer because I spent my entire spring break on it. Really sucks, I know, but what can I say? I gotta get a way to get her to let me use my computer more, or else type in class. Let's just hope that I can find time to post a chapter every day or two. Please R&R, and let me know if you still like it, or if it's gotten too strange. Thanks to GraciePixie for your words of encouragement and advice. If anyone wants to e-mail me, feel free.