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~*~Urebriviel and Belle Bing~*~

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Haldir had had barely any time to himself since he had arrived home in Lorien. After warning Lady Galadriel of Maewyn's condition and subsequent arrival, he was whisked off by his friends, all wanting to know why it had taken almost a month to return from Imladris.

Now he was alone. He was glad of it too, it gave him time to think about everything. Maewyn, his relationship with her, and where Legolas fit into it.

Legolas. That name made his blood run cold. While he would not consider Legolas to be his enemy, there was certainly animosity between them. That was to be expected however; they both wanted the same girl.

Maewyn. She always made Haldir smile. He could not imagine why Legolas and Maewyn hated each other so much. Maewyn was a wonderful girl. She was fiery and enjoyed life. And now she was sick. And it was Haldir's fault. If only he had gotten to her faster. Not that he was complaining, it meant that she could spend plenty of time with him here. But still, he couldn't help but feel partially guilty.

Haldir sighed and tried to put those thoughts out of his head. For the past day, those thoughts had been chasing each other around his brain and it was driving him crazy. Lying back against the headboard of his bed, he closed his eyes, hoping the self-imposed dark would give him some mental clarity, but instead, he felt the dizzying effects of exhaustion take hold of him. Moving down so his head was on his pillow, he closed his eyes again and this time fell asleep.

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Maewyn fidgeted impatiently in the carriage.

"Are you going to say goodbye?" Her father stuck her head in the window. Maewyn smiled and opened the door to the carriage.

"Of course father." She enveloped him in a hug. While both may have still been a little mad at each other for the planned betrothal, they had come to realize that they had both been a bit hasty in their judgments.

"Take care my daughter." He whispered into her hair.

"I will father." Maewyn promised solemnly.

Maewyn climbed into the carriage with Arwen in beside her. In front, Legolas and Estel mounted their horses.

"Shall we go?" Estel called back and Maewyn nodded. They set off, Maewyn's father watching them until they were no longer in sight. Then he went back to his home, knowing that that would be the last time he saw his daughter.

He would soon be reunited with his wife.

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Arwen sat patiently beside Maewyn who was nervously squirming around.

"Maewyn?" Arwen asked humouredly.

"Yes?" Maewyn replied innocently.

"Maewyn, what is troubling you?" Arwen smiled. "What makes you say that?" This time, Maewyn's reply was not so innocent.

"You have not stopped moving since we got in the carriage."

"No, I am fine. He only." Maewyn clamped a hand over her mouth, hiding her words.

"He whom?" Arwen replied with a sneaky grin.

"I did not say anything."

"Maewyn, if something is troubling you, please tell me."

"No!" Maewyn snapped. Arwen said no more. Obviously, this was a touchy subject for her. Arwen decided to try a different approach.

"Maewyn, if something is troubling you, share it with me. Please, keeping it inside and placing more pressure on yourself will not help your illness." Maewyn bowed her head. "Please." Arwen pleaded. "I will not tell a soul." Maewyn nodded meekly and began her tale.

And what a long saga it was. After half an hour of talking without interruption, Maewyn sighed.

"And you know the worst part, I had started to have feelings for him, and now he's going to be with another she elf. It's not fair." Maewyn finished throwing her hands resentfully in the air.

"Maewyn," Arwen hugged her friend as tears fell from her jade eyes. "It will be all right. It will all work out in the end." She rubbed Maewyn's back soothingly.

"I hope so." Maewyn sobbed.

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The group had been traveling for the best of six days. They were tired, hungry and they needed to rest. Though Maewyn and Arwen insisted that they were capable of continuing, the party still stopped.

Arwen helped the extremely weak Maewyn out of the carriage. Though Maewyn hid her pain and suffering, the evidence was plain in her eyes, that with every day that she was suffering more. Her normally vibrant green eyes had lost their sparkle, and her fiery red hair hung limp about her face. Her skin had gone so pale that she looked almost lifeless.

Maewyn though, being the independent elf she was, ignored her illness.

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Arwen and Maewyn sat beside the gradually growing fire.

Estel brought two blankets over and tightly wrapped one around Maewyn who was now shivering quite violently, and the other gently over Arwen.

Legolas who had already made their dinner, looked over at the weak Maewyn. Standing up he walked towards her and sat beside her.

Placing the warm broth in her hands, he began to feed her. Maewyn stared at Legolas and quickly moved away from him.

"What do you think you are doing?" She cried, standing up and dropping the blanket from around her frail form.

"I'm trying to feed you." Legolas replied.

"I can feed myself Legolas, I don't need your help." Maewyn tried to take the spoon of the other elf.

"Maewyn, you can barely stand up in your current condition." Legolas said, looking pointedly at her quivering knees that were scarcely able to support her. "Please just let me feed you, at least then I know you've eaten." Maewyn sighed.

"Legolas, please. Just let me do it myself. I know I can."

"Okay," Legolas conceded. "But, if you start struggling, I'm taking that spoon off you and feeding you myself." Maewyn nodded and took the bowl from Legolas.

"Watch then."

Maewyn slowly brought the spoon to her mouth. Half of the contents of the soup spilled as her hand shook intensely. Moving the soup closer to her mouth, she was unable to keep her hand steady, and she spilled the remains of the soup on the floor.

"Are you convinced?" Legolas asked.

"Well I did try." Maewyn defended herself.

"I know." Legolas whispered, walking to the now sulking Maewyn.

Legolas levered the bowl out of Maewyn shaking hands. He slowly lifted the spoon to her mouth. Maewyn turned towards him. Hating her dependent state she opened her mouth. Legolas placed the spoon in her mouth and Maewyn soon devoured every last drop of the broth.

Legolas continued to feed Maewyn.

Maewyn who had finally given in to Legolas finished up the whole contents of her soup. Standing up she began to walk towards the fire.

"Are you cold?" Legolas asked.

"A bit." Maewyn softly replied.

"Here." Legolas said whilst placing his cloak over her shoulders.

"Why do you care?" Maewyn suddenly asked.

Legolas was taken aback by this question, but Maewyn was quite suspicious of Legolas's newfound charity towards her.

"I believe you should be taken care of." He replied.

Maewyn turned and looked at Arwen, who had fallen asleep in Estel's lap. Turning she stared at Legolas.

"Why?" she demanded weakly.

"Because I." He did not give Maewyn an answer.

"Why?" She repeated.

"Because I have feelings for you, and it confuses me." He finally responded.

"Why?" Maewyn asked again.

"Why do you ask such questions from me?"

"Why do you not answer?"

"There is no need to answer." Legolas replied.

Maewyn stared at Legolas and then turned towards the fire sharply.

"What is it?" Legolas asked, anger fading to be replaced with concern.

"Nothing." Maewyn whimpered turning towards him. Legolas could read the pain in her eyes.

Legolas was at a loss of what to do with the elf standing before him. Her face was deathly pale and sweat ran from her face. As she whispered the words to him her eyes were beginning to roll back.

Maewyn stared at Legolas confused, as shock was evident on his face.

But Maewyn was aware of no more as her eyes rolled back and she collapsed to the ground.

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Legolas and Estel rushed through the forest that led to Lothlórien. The carriage that held Maewyn and Arwen jumped roughly over each bump in the road.

Inside the carriage, Arwen was having difficulty keeping Maewyn from taking a trip out the window. Holding Maewyn's delicate form down, she prayed to all the elvish gods that Maewyn would survive the night.

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Ba Ba Bow! What have we done to Maewyn? You'll have to wait for the next chapter to see what happens!