I'm killing her off. Damn mary sue. This was a very early fic, so all I can say is -please forgive me for it.

Brianna trembled underneath the suffocating blankets. Legolas had left her here, all alone. Deserted, rejected again. She screamed as the blankets were taken away from over her head. She scurried into the corner, where the bed met the wall and threw her arms over her head to block out the world. She shivered like she had the palsy, continuously, violently. "No, oh no, oh no, no, no, oh no. . ." She mumbled to herself. "Oh no, GET AWAY!!" She shrieked as a hand touched her shoulder. The hand withdrew and she listened to a flurry of Elvish.

"" The male voice whined.

"" A female voice answered, quietly, calmly. Brianna stilled her sniffles. She listened carefully as she heard footsteps leave the room, the rustle of disturbed cloth and quiet comments. " I will speak in Common then. Welcome to the Golden Woods, Lothlorien. Rest easy, none will harm you here."

Brianna raised her head, warily. If this was a trick. . ."Who are you?"

"I am the Head Healer in Lorien. My name is Pennatowen. Would you like something to eat?" Slowly, Brianna nodded. She slowly uncoiled and sat cross-legged on the bed, facing this She-Elf. She did not trust her. Why should she? Her eyes flickered around the room, ready for action at the least sign that this was a trap. Her eyes widened and she stood shakily on the bed, teeth bared as the door to the chamber opened.

"Legolas! Legolas!" She shrieked.

"Quiet, he is attending to business of some importance. Will you eat?" Pennatowen took a tray of food off the Elf at the door. She sent the Elf away and closed the door. Returning to her seat, she offered the tray to Brianna. "Here, see, the food is safe." She took a little of the food and ate it. She offered it again to Brianna.

Brianna slumped onto the bed. She was so tired. And hungry. She stared at Pennatowen distrustfully, then darted a hand out and grabbed some bread off the tray. She nibbled on it, staring constantly at the Elf. "Where is Legolas?"

"He is a prince and has his own duties towards his people, the Elves of Mirkwood. Come, do you wish to dress?" Pennatowen injected a tone of friendliness into her voice. Brianna swallowed. To be dressed would be nice, and remove an element of vulnerability. She nodded slowly; once. She watched with fierce eyes as the Elf rose from her seat and went to the door. Whispers were exchanged between Pennatowen and the unseen Elf. Pennatowen took a dress into her hands then returned to the chair. "Here is clothing." She offered it to Brianna who snatched it from her hands, then hurriedly slipped it over her head. She relaxed slightly as she sat and watched Pennatowen. Clothes were wonderful things.

"Can I go out?"

"If you wish, if you think you are well enough."

"Will you give me a knife?"

"I will ask Legolas."

"Why? I will not hurt myself. I wish to get well now. I just wish for protection. I deserve it." Brianna watched Pennatowen warily. She longed for death, she felt it sing darkly to her. Oblivion. How she desired it.

"As I said, I will ask Legolas." Pennatowen said carefully. Brianna turned from her and lay upon the bed.

"Go away." Brianna said dully. There were other ways to die, and she wagered that she could find them. If she was alone.

Pennatowen sighed and rose from her seat in a rustle of cloth. "As you wish." She went out and closed the door with a soft click behind her. Brianna stayed on the bed for a few more minutes, listening. Then she jumped up and started to search the chamber. Sheets! Her eyes lit up as she realized what they could do. She sat on her bed and started twisting the sheets into a form of rope. She hummed happily as she made the means of her escape from this existence. Finally finishing, she knotted the rope around a fixture high up on the wall and tugged on it to make sure it was secure. It didn't move, so she started to make the noose for her head to enter in.

"I am sorry, Legolas." She squeezed her eyes shut against the threatening tears. "I can't.can't live like this. I wish that I could write, leave you something but can't." She breathed in shakily and put the sheets around her neck, tight. She stood on the bed and tears started flowing down her face. "Goodbye Legolas. Coming, William." She smiled slightly at that, and jumped. She just hung there and told her feet firmly to stop kicking as the sheets slowly choked the life out of her. They did and she could feel the pricklings of blackness crowding in and a light, and she could hear William. Her lungs strained to draw in breath and she just let her body fight vainly while her mind drifted. Eventually, all thought died and she hung there limply, gentle smiled curving her blue lips.

"BRIANNA!" A horrified yell burst from Legolas's lips and then he started to weep. "" Legolas sank to his knees besides Brianna's slightly swaying body and gave himself up to his grief. Tears rolled down his face as he keened in pain, then he got slowly to his feet and flashed a glare of absolute hatred at Pennatowen. "" He leapt for the healer, fingers curved and lips drawn back from his teeth in a grimace of hate. One of the male Elves reacted swiftly and brought his sword hilt crashing down against the prince's head. Legolas dropped to the floor, unconscious.

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A long time passed, and eventually Legolas married, went to the Lands in the West with his kinfolk and Gimli, but he never forgot his brief interlude with a girl that had hair like fire, eyes of leafy green and a skin like milk. And that is all most people would ask. To be remembered. Brianna had won the heart of an Elf, so she was remembered for longer then most.