As I mentioned in the previous chapter, the chapter four that used to be up was the unedited version that I had not had a chance to look over. And, you'll also notice that we concurred with you on some of your reviews, (like Legolas being able to stop Maewyn attacking) and fixed the plot inconsistencies, so hopefully, you'll enjoy this version more. Thank you to all who read and reviewed. We appreciate it. All flames will be used to cook our dinners.

~*~Belle Bing and Urebriviel~*~

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Maewyn made her way towards her home, clad in one of Arwen's dresses. The dress she wore was not only beautiful; but unbeknownst to her it suited her perfectly.

Maewyn fiddled with a strand of her deep burgundy hair as she entered her house. She walked through the entrance, and turned to hear sounds echoing from the back of her home. She straightened her dress, made sure her hair looked at least half-decent, and then she walked towards the voices.

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Legolas was shocked beyond belief as a fiery red headed beauty walked into the room.

'No, this cannot be.' He thought to himself upon glancing at Maewyn. "Maewyn." He softly whispered.

He continued to stare at her as she walked towards her father and placed a kiss on his cheek.

This woman could not be the woman which he was supposed to marry. This couldn't have been the red headed woman, which he had not seen for over two hundred years. No, the woman before him was beautiful and seemingly sweet natured, not the aggressive she-elf he had known and despised. Legolas tried to speak but a resounding yell brought him out of his reverie.

"Where have you been child?" Her father demanded.

"I told you, Estel and myself went out riding."

"That's not the point. I told you this morning when you left, be home at noon. And you come home at sunset."

"We lost track of time Ada." Maewyn explained.

"Lost track of time? I adequately told you, this day was important to me and you disobeyed me. How dare you!"

"Excuse me, Ada, but if this day is so important to you, then why do you need me here?" She remarked smugly.

"Why do I need your presence here? This is not only a meeting for me, it is a meeting for you as well."

"Why?"

"Why? It's the day you are to meet your future husband."

"What?" Maewyn gaped.

"You've been keeping him waiting, my dear."

"Kept who waiting?" She asked stunned.

"Why the Prince of course."

"What do you mean, Prince? The only prince I know is that stuck-up half- witted scum of a low life called Lego..." she instantly stopped, hearing a slight cough. Turning she meet the eyes of none other than King Thranduil.

"Oh hello your Highness." She muttered clearly embarrassed.

"Why hello, Lady Maewyn." The King replied.

Maewyn turned the rest of the way around slowly, and was met by the deep blue eyes of Legolas.

"Oh." She softly whispered.

"Maewyn, it's a honour to finally see you again." Legolas said standing up and striding towards her, where he bent down and placed a kiss on her hand.

Maewyn was shocked. Why would she want to marry Legolas? Why he was first grade scum. But as she looked into Legolas eyes, she noted a change, though she dare not ponder her thoughts. She turned to her father and was going to say something, when suddenly no words came to her mouth.

Her father took her stunned silence as a welcome sign. He ignored all the warning signs and walked over to Thranduil. He placed a friendly hand on his shoulder and boomed,

"You see, I told you she would agree." Smiling, he walked out with and equally excited Thranduil.

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Maewyn and Legolas were now alone in a room together, and the last time they had been alone like this, well, it didn't end well for either of them.

Legolas nervously rubbed his jaw at the memory.

Maewyn instantly snatched her hand back as soon as the king and her father had left.

Glaring at Legolas, she approached him and grabbed his shirt threateningly.

"How could you?" She challenged. Shoving her back Legolas shrugged conceitedly.

"What do you mean?"

"As if you do not know. I don't want to marry you, I never have and I never will. And you dare to even ask my hand? I knew you were cunning Legolas, but I didn't think you'd pull a stunt like this." She accused.

"Maewyn, this betrothal was not of my knowledge until yesterday." Legolas tried to explain, now remembering Maewyn's lethal temper from previous visits.

"You expect me to believe that?" She demanded angrily, approaching him again.

"Well, yes I do. But don't you see, we cannot change the details now. We are going to have to marry." Legolas concluded, but whether he regretted that fact or not, was unclear.

"That's what you think." Maewyn trailed off, anger levels on the rise.

"No, that is what I know. And do you know what?" Legolas said tauntingly,

"What is that?" She snapped.

"I don't want anything to change." He replied firmly, but self-righteously.

"What?" Maewyn yelled.

"That's right, you heard me correctly. I am going to marry you, Maewyn."

"HOW DARE YOU?" Maewyn screamed pushing Legolas into a wall, sending Legolas into defence mode. Drawing out his Elven blade, he pushed Maewyn away and waved the dagger in front of her threateningly. Maewyn reacted in a flash. Pulling her knife from it's home, she was advancing towards Legolas when a hand clamped hold of hers.

Maewyn viciously turned and met the grey eyes of Estel.

"Maewyn, what are you doing?" He asked furiously, pulling her arm back and taking her knife off her.

"Doing what I should have done a long time ago." She replied.

"Legolas, what have you done?" Estel turned to the Legolas, displaying that he wasn't taking sides.

"T'is not me who has done anything, t'was Maewyn."

Maewyn, who was currently glaring at Estel, turned abruptly to Legolas.

"YOU!" She yelled as she sprung towards him, only to be caught by Estel who held her back.

"Remember what I said." Legolas said as he smiled and walked out of her house.

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Maewyn was beyond rage as Estel let her go, she needed to get away and the only place she could think to ease her anger, was the river. So walking to the river she sat and pondered her thoughts.

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Maewyn sat down on a bridge and took off her shoes. She pulled up her dress and let her toes dance across the water, creating ripples that spread and grew, until they washed up on the bank of the river. She contemplated the events that had just occurred and sighed. Did her father really want her to marry where there was no love?

Had Maewyn been paying more attention, she would have heard the Lorien elf sit beside her, but it wasn't until he spoke that Maewyn registered his presence.

"We meet again, fair maiden." Maewyn, remembering that he knew nothing of the fact the she was Seldo, looked confused.

"We do, good sir?"

Haldir smiled. "You were the elf I bumped into earlier, correct? You do have the same flaming red locks."

Maewyn fingered her long hair. "I am sorry about that, I was in quite a rush."

"It's okay." Haldir said, "But you did not leave any time for introductions. I am Haldir of Lothlórien."

"I am Maewyn of Rivendell." She replied.

"Well, Maewyn of Rivendell, what brings you out to these parts?"

Maewyn sighed. "I do not wish to trouble you with my petty problems."

"I do not mind listening," Haldir offered, "Sometimes it helps to talk about your problems."

"I don't know," Maewyn said hesitantly, before giving in. "My father has arranged a marriage for me, but I do not wish to wed this elf. To say I have never gotten along with him would be putting it in the nicest of terms." Haldir watched concernedly as tears welled up in Maewyn's jade eyes.

"Who is this young elf?" He prompted gently.

"Prince Legolas of Mirkwood." Maewyn sobbed. "He's spoilt, and pompous and cares only for himself." Haldir was going to say something to soothe the young elf when a messenger appeared.

"Haldir, sir?" The elf tentatively stepped closer, "Lord Elrond wishes to speak with you."

Haldir was conflicted. He couldn't leave this elf out here alone, but then again, this council with Elrond might have been the opportunity he was waiting for.

"I'll be there in a minute." He told the elf. Then he got up and offered a hand to Maewyn. "Would you like me to escort me back to your room?" He asked.

"No, you can escort me to Evenstar's rooms though, for I wish to speak with her."

"Very well." He said, and together, they strolled back into Rivendell, a bond of friendship already forming between them.

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