Me: Guys thank you SOOOOO much for reviewing! Love y'all! Anyway, back to Middle Earth!

Amai and Merry: Where's the sugar?

Me: *pulls a pair of nunchaku out of my pocket threateningly* If you guys don't leave me alone so I can write, there won't be any sugar for you at all for the rest of your lives!!

Amai: But I'm immortal…

Me: THAT'S THE POINT!!!

Merry: *turns the page* Anyway, here's chapter three!

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Lilith and Amai sat on their respective bunks, each absorbed in their individual nighttime activities. Amai was spooning sugar into her mouth like there was no tomorrow, completely happy with herself. Lilith, on the other hand, gazed out the window with her head in her hand, thinking about what had passed that day. Part of her wanted to concentrate on how much the orcs had improved this battle, analyzing their strategies and preparing for tomorrow's battle. However, her thoughts invariably strayed to her brief encounter with the striking elf. Who was he? And why were his eyes so sad?

Amai scraped the last of the sugar from the bottom of the bowl and set it down in front of her. "So, did you see the Prince?" she asked impossibly cheerfully, one of the effects of being on an eternal sugar high.

Lilith blinked, startled out of her reverie. "Well, I didn't see anyone that looked like a prince," she answered cautiously, "but I did see a very handsome elf."

Amai licked her fingers, savoring every bit of sweetness she could. "Maybe that was the Prince."

"I don't think it was." Inside, Lilith was mentally biting her lip. I hope it wasn't, she thought. Princes weren't allowed to marry common soldiers. Wait, how did I start thinking about marriage? You can't fall in love with someone just by looking at them, can you?

Amai scrutinized Lilith, sensing that Lilith wasn't telling all. However, she decided to let things lie and returned to swiping the sugar out of the inside of the bowl with her finger. "Well, point him out for me next battle. There is one tomorrow, isn't there?"

Lilith was formulating a plan to find the strange elf and learn who he was. "Yes, but I don't think I will be participating in this one."

"Huh? Why not?" asked Amai.

"I have plans. Please tell the captain." Lilith's voice was kept carefully emotionless, and her eyes revealed nothing of what she thought. Amai was beginning to get worried, but she knew better than to question her friend. Lilith was much too good with magic to annoy.

"Well, all right, but it's not my fault if you get in trouble," she replied, pushing her cares to the back of her mind and burying them in sugar and sunlight.

"I will be at the field when the battle starts, though. Wake me up when it's time," said Lilith, using her traditional good-night.

"You'll be up before…" Before Amai could even finish her sentence, she had fallen asleep, her golden hair in disarray around her small, delicate face.

Lilith smiled at her friend and lay on her bed. Sleep was a long time coming, however, with the weight of what she was planning on her mind. The face of the elf she had become infatuated with was ever-present in her mind, and his eyes seemed an invitation for respect and care. She fell into the eyes as she almost did earlier, and, when sleep finally came, she dreamed of things that she did not know the meaning of, things that she could only learn by meeting the mysterious elf.

Disclaimer: All hail Tolkien-sama, creator of Aragorn and Legolas! Ya, Amai still belongs to me, and I'm wondering if I should take the credit for Lilith or if I should give it to my friend who kind of started this with me. Ugh I don't wanna go through how this story was born, although I will admit that together, we can come up with some really sick and twisted things that haven't come up yet so I won't mention them.

Merry: But you just did mention them.

Me: *hits him over the head with a pillow*

AN: Yeah, this one's pretty short, but as I'm doing this by scene some of them will be absurdly long and some will be amazingly short. Later.