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The sun was high in the sky when Cambriella left her rooms. She was calm and composed and her face showed no sign of the turmoil she had gone through the last night. She had truly not expected to speak to anyone especially not an elf. She did not remember his name all she knew about him was that he had arrived with the other Elven ambassadors three days time ago. His question had startled her and though it had hurt to think about Celeb, though after she had answered his question she felt a little better. Maybe I should talk about him more with the others. She thought I really have to let go. He's not coming back. She sniffled a little as she thought about this. She always grew sad when she thought about this but this time it wasn't as bad as it had been before. I definitely should talk about him more. She concluded as she made her way down a staircase and onto a balcony walkway. She had changed her clothes from the gray she had worn the previous night to a dark green dress and cloak. Her hair was loose and tumbled down her back in a river reaching down to her waist. She had not bothered to bring her staff with her. Why would she need magic when she had her sword? The day was warm and she found her cloak to be warmer then needed. She took it off and slung it over her arm as she continued to walk, enjoying the sun's rays. Those she passed nodded their heads to her and she nodded back, much to their surprise. She almost smiled when a long time resident openly gaped at her for a moment before moving on. She almost never acknowledged anyone. Why was today different? She wondered. Last night when she had asked why someone would want to know about Caleb, the answer she had gotten was a hidden hint at her treatment of the elves. Why did she blame them for his death? Because he wouldn't have been out that day if he weren't visiting them a small part of her mind replied, but she knew that they would have killed him eventually if it was Sauron's will. She became angry even thinking about him so when she felt a slight tap on her shoulder, she spun around blazingly mad, "What!" she exploded

The elf she had spoken with the last night was standing there with a startled expression on his face. "Never mind." he said quickly recovering his composure, "You wouldn't want to talk to someone who caused HIS death, would you?" he turned and began to walk away.

"Wait!" she called out earning a few stares from others passing by, "I, I thought you were someone else. Please, forgive my harsh actions." She said her voice emotionless

"And who, pray tell, did you think I was?" he said angrily as he moved closer to her as to prevent the need for shouting, "Another elf you could lay the blame upon?"

"No!" she said her voice rising in anger, "Who are you to tell me what to feel? If I choose to blame the elves then that is my choice! I was not even thinking about-"

"And why would you blame the elves then? Everyone is kind to you. Elrond houses you, treats you like kin, yet all you return is coldness! Not even a gesture of thanks to anyone! Not even a smile of gratitude!"

"It is my choice to smile or not when my life was destroyed." She snarled in anger, "It does take some time to recover, does it not? Then again, how could you know? I doubt you even know all that I have been through and if you had you would know Smiling is rather hard at this point!"

"I-" he began, but she interrupted,

"And for you information I was thinking not of the elves, but of the Dark Lord Sauron." she hissed, "Curse him forever!" Without another word or backward glance, she stalked of leaving Legolas standing there frustrated and angry. How did it get to this point? He thought to himself angrily as he walked back toward his quarters, I was just going to ask her what had happened! How, how did it get to this point? She won't even speak to me now! He continued berating himself as he walked down the corridor. He turned the corner and almost ran headlong into Aragorn.

"What's this? An elf in a hurry?" said Aragorn in mock disbelief. He and Legolas had met some years ago and were good companions.

"No, or yes. I am in a hurry to get away from the knowledge that I made a mistake." He said somewhat sadly. He really had been looking forward to knowing what could cause someone so much distress.

Aragorn took one look at his friend's troubled face and said, "Come, walk with me. I see you have much to discuss or at least much troubling you."

He continued walking down the corridor and Legolas fell into step beside him, "Do you know the Lady Cambriella?" he asked

"Yes," said Aragorn giving him a sidewise glance

"Well," said Legolas tiredly, "I was talking to her last night and it left me with many questions I wished to ask her. Then just a while ago I guess I lost my temper with her and spoke harshly. I fear that she is upset now."

"Then, said Aragorn "I suggest that you tell her you did not mean to speak harshly to her. Do you now anything about her?"

"I know that her betrothed Celeb Moonsword was killed a week before their marriage by Sauron's orcs. That is all." Legolas said. Cambriella had said those same words last night. The thought came unbidden to his mind and he shoved it away.

"Then there is much you do not know. For I was here in Imladris a when it happened," Aragorn paused, "She was here also at the time."

"Will no one tell me the whole story, as it is obvious that I know only little of it!" stated an exasperated Legolas

"My suggestion to you, my friend, is that you ask her yourself." Aragorn replied and walked away leaving a very frustrated elf behind.

Cambriella had stormed away from Legolas and retired to her room, but could not relax. Almost everything he had said was true. Why did she blame the elves indeed? She had not showed kindness to anyone even after all they had done for her. Not once had they yelled at her though or spoken harshly. The elf she had yelled at though, must have spoken for them all. They must be sick of me. The thought hit her with a jolt. Here, I have been, acting as though I was a spoiled child, while others make allowances and excuses for my behavior. There was no real excuse for it. True she was still sad for Celeb's death but the least she could do was try to heal those wounds. She paced the room until twilight when she could take it no more. Silently she slipped into the corridor. The hall was quiet as she made her way through the maze of Imladris and up the stairs of the highest tower. The circle was rather small, big enough though to fit three people comfortably, and at the edge there was a waist high iron railing. In the center another railing surrounded the entrance square in the floor, while above the ceiling rose high into a turret. Cambriella settled herself comfortably against the center railing and gazed out. This was one place that she could always relax.

After talking to Aragorn, Legolas retreated to his room. What would he say when he met her? Would she ignore him? Or would she pretend that nothing retreated to his room where paced as he thought until evening. He had been thinking of what had ever happened? He finally gave up and slipped into the hallway. He let his feet carry him and was not surprised when they led him to the base of the high tower. When he came here he always found solace and solitude on top of it. He could count on it.

A/N-thank you, lovely reviewers, although: The counter- I'm not quite sure what you meant.