Zoarria woke up, alone. She smiled softly as she remembered the night before. She rolled over and gasped.

"Nólaquen!!" she screamed at the figure standing over her bed, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

He shook a paper at her, "This," he snarled, "THIS is what I'm doing here!" He opened the paper and cleared his throat reading off the paper, "I'm sure I'll have enough questions, being away all night, and well, this IS OUR personal life and I do want to SCREAM that I love you, we probably want to spring this on people correctly. I don't think many elves would think we are doing the right thing, nor many hobbits for that matter but, ya know how it is . . . I Love You. Love Ya. Merry." He looked at her, "Do ya think that you have something to tell me???"

She looked at him, "No, there is nothing I have to tell you, my personal life is NONE of your business!"

"Zoarria," His voice softened, "Zoarria, don't you know what people will think?"

"Yes, and I don't care."

Nólaquen sighed, "Zoar." He turned away from her, "Don't you remember the story of Mandy and Yamato?"

She sighed, "Yes, I know but . I love him."