A/N Look! This is a quicker update, its all, two updates, in the SAME MONTH *shock horror* Yeah… I really really really hate this chapter. There are no words to describe the utter loathing. Its going in the burning effigy of hate, baby. *ahem*

Anyway, I have completely given up on the Elvish. I know its wrong. I am going to go threw the beginning chapters and completely revamp them… eventually. w00t. Be pleased.

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Seven

Days passed quickly, as they often do when one is an immortal. Sárie began to find herself making up any and every possible excuse to escape the house, something she had never done before. Wandering around Rivendell aimlessly, she would often accidentally catch up with Legolas, or he with her. Today was one of those days.

"Do I fully comprehend this, in a week's time you shall return to Mirkwood?" Sárie asked, not allowing herself to look at the Elf standing next to her.

"Yes, that is correct," Legolas replied, a certain melancholy tone in his voice.

"I suppose that you are glad to be going home?" Sárie inquired brightly. She had to force herself to be as positive as was possible, Although the news of his nearing departure was killing her inside. She had not in her wildest dreams ever imagined that an Elf could possibly come to mean so much to her, though she constantly assured herself that Legolas was merely a friend.

"Yes, and no. I do miss my home, my family, although it is a shame to be leaving here. Imladris is a beautiful, and full of wonderful people. I shall miss it."

"I wish I could agree with you," Sárie said quickly, then immediately wishing that she had held her tongue.

Legolas raised an eyebrow. "Care to explain?"

"Not really, but I shall do so anyway." Sárie shrugged, looking through the patches of leaves at the pale architecture of the city. "Imladris is lovely in itself, but as for the people, well, I can name a few that put the city to shame, myself included."

Legolas turned to Sárie, his fair face was troubled by her words. "I do not think that is so."

"You know very little," Sárie said softly.

"I would like to know more." Legolas replied.

Sárie folded her arms tightly, casting her gaze downward. She did not care to explain that she was not fit to call herself an Elf of Rivendell, how it was not even suitable to call herself an Elf in general. She felt a knot forming in her stomach by merely thinking about it. A complex knot, easy to tie, but when it came to untangling, it was nearly impossible. She closed her eyes, steadying herself to speak.

"Are you alright?" Legolas asked softly, placing a hand gently on her left arm.

Sárie smiled weakly. "I am fine."

Legolas nodded, still not fully satisfied at not knowing what she had meant earlier. When he had seen her smile, no matter how obviously forced it was, some part of him was happy.

"Sárie," he asked hesitantly. "Do you mind if I ask you something personal?"

"Depends on what it is," Sárie replied.

"Well, if you do not wish to answer, you do not have to. Have you ever… been in love with someone?" Legolas asked hesitantly, his hand falling from her shoulder and looking away from her.

Sárie was immediately surprised at his question. She looked at him, momentarily speechless.

"No," she said after a moment, looking down at her hands and she made them into fists on her lap. "Nor have I ever courted anyone. I suppose you could say, I've been waiting for my prince to just sweep me away… I know it must sound like madness." Sárie could feel her cheeks burn. Only after she had said it did she realize that prince was probably not the best term to use.

"You wouldn't be referring to me, would you, Sárie?" Legolas said with a wink and a grin.

Sárie swallowed nervously, willing herself to stop blushing. "Of course not!" she insisted. "Who would want a lout like you?"

Legolas looked hurt at comment, his smile fading. Sárie mentally kicked herself. She hadn't meant to be so harsh. "Erm, sorry about that... Ooh, apples!"

Sárie hoped her abrupt change of topic was not too noticeable as her eyes rested on a nearby apple tree. The spoiled expression on Legolas's fair face did not falter.

"You look sad," she commented, reaching for one of the fruit.

"Perhaps I am, but only a bit," Legolas said, moving toward her once he figured out what she was doing.


Sárie's fingertips barely brushed against the leaves of the tree. She silently cursed her height, standing on the tips of her toes to reach the apple. "I see," Sárie grunted, grasping hold of the apple and pulling it towards her. She felt herself beginning to lose balance, and slowly drifted backwards, the apple slipping from her fingertips.

She felt herself land against something, or rather, someone. An arm slung around her waist to steady her. Out of the corner of her eye, Sárie could see the face of Legolas.

Legolas looked at the apple he had caught in his hand, feeling Sárie's muscles tense as he held her. She was so close.

"I wish I was not leaving Imladris so soon." He said, still keeping a firm grasp on Sárie. "I shall miss many things here, though none so much one person. Just as I think I may have found the extraordinary person put on Middle Earth for me to find, it seems I must leave, and perhaps will never know if she feels the same way."

Sárie could feel her heart beating in her ears. Who was this person that Legolas was speaking of?

Could it possibly be me?

Dearest Sárie, why must you torture yourself so? Haven't we gone over this before?

Sárie inwardly sighed. Yes, I know, I know. I'm hopeless, without skill, beauty, intelligence, anything else you may name. I was wrong. I know.

Good, the voice replied smugly.

"Did someone say apples?" An all-too-familiar voice broke through the silence. Sárie almost gasped. Legolas immediately released Sárie from his arms, handing her the apple and stepping away.

"Ella--Elladan? What are you doing here?" Sárie explained in discontent. Elladan looked mildly miffed.

"I was merely escorting the Lady Ailin through the woods. Does my presence offend you, dearest?"

Yes, Sárie thought inwardly, feeling disgust at his use of the endearment. "Not at all, Elladan, I am merely surprised by your sudden arrival… you seem to be…" Sárie thought for a moment, choosing her words carefully, "popping in and out quite frequently."

"How can my day be complete without one mere glimpse of you, let alone the exchange of words?" Elladan asked. Ailin looked as if she were to retch, and for once, only nearly perfect.


"Pray tell, are you the Evenstar of my kin?"

"Erm....... no. Why do you ask?"

"Because you're the light of my life!"

Sárie shifted her weight uncomfortably, and looked to Legolas for help, though it seemed as if his eyes only saw Ailin, who was toying with a strand of flaxen hair. Sárie wished that Elladan would keep his mouth closed, if he felt that he was being charming, the Elf was sorely mistaken.

Of all the luck, she thought. Ailin whispered something to Elladan, and he nodded. She left her place next to him, and walked towards Legolas, sure to give Sárie a spoiled smirk as she passed. Sárie scowled at the Elf as she began to make conversation with the Prince.

"It seems as if our companions have abandoned us," Elladan said with a grin, moving gracefully toward Sárie.

"Yes, it would seem that way," Sárie replied.

"My, we do seem to agree on everything," Elladan said.

"I suppose we do…" Sárie said, not quite sure what he was trying to get at. Elladan again moved closer to Sárie, one of his hands slipped around her waist.

This was not exactly the most comfortable thing for Sárie. Actually, she would have liked to slap Elladan, had his face not continued toward her. She shoved the apple towards him, allowing it to serve as a sort of makeshift barrier.

"Apple?" she asked, hoping he would get the hint and leave her be.

Elladan merely took the offering in his hand, and looked at it for a moment. "I'd rather…" he trailed off, before leaning toward her again.

"Would you stop—" Sárie started, though before she could finish, she found Elladan's lips on top of hers. For a moment, she was too dazed to move away from the unwanted pressure of Elladan's lips.

Sárie pushed him away as hard as she could, wiping her mouth harshly with the sleeve of her tunic. Elladan stumbled backwards, looking somewhat displeased.

"You… you…" Sárie hissed, her face was flushed with both anger and embarrassment. "I wish to NEVER lay my eyes on you again!" She stood for a moment, frozen in her shock and well-cultivated hatred for the Elf, before darting off into the forest and disappearing into the underbrush.

"Sárie…" Legolas whispered as he watched her retreating figure.

Elladan grinned a little half-heartedly. "You'd think my touch was poisonous to her."

"No one said it was not," Legolas stated shortly, turning his gaze on the other elf.

Ailin made a noise in her throat that sounding remarkably similar to a cat with a hairball. "Wonderful, now I can never sleep without threat of nightmares. I fear that image has burned itself into my memory. Let us hope that we never have such a putrid display repeated." She latched herself onto one of Legolas' arms, smirking. What fun this was all going to be.

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