Author's Note: Ok, remember I told you that I don't always think in linear terms, well this is an example of that. I've tried and tried to write the events between her waking up in Rivendell and this scene. It just ain't happenin'! Basically what has happened is that Rana, now called Tinuviel, has learned the Elven language and has begun singing with the elves. She had no way of knowing (since her memory is shot) that she has the ability to enchant men with her voice through her singing. Since she feels strongly toward Boromir, Aragorn, and Legolas because they saved her, they are the unfortunate recipients of this unusual ability. As a result, the three of them have become enamored of our intrepid heroine. The only problem is, that while she cares for Aragorn and Boromir, she has lost her heart to Legolas. When Elrond figures out exactly what has happened with her inadvertent enchantment, she realizes that she must release them from the spell, even though it means that the love she thought Legolas' felt for her will be dispelled and once they find out that they'd been under her spell, she may never regain it again.

BREAKING THE SPELL:

Tinuviel looked down into the bowl of clear water sitting on the rock next to her, trying to imagine the images of Aragorn, Boromir, and Legolas as Elrond had told her to do. Suddenly they were there. "It's working," she gasped in amazement, "I can see them."

Elrond smiled, he seemed pleased, he had known she held the power within her. "Now you must concentrate very carefully to keep their images in the water as you speak the words of the spell."

Tinuviel took a breath and licked her lips. This was not an easy thing he asked of her, she could feel her forehead breaking out into a cold sweat as she focused all her energy into the still water. "Let their eyes see truth, let their ears hear truth, let their hearts feel truth. Let their minds know I wish them no hurt. And let my heart know which path it should take." Releasing a breath, the images began to fade. "The spell is broken," she whispered, then the images were gone. She breathed heavily, suddenly weary.

Elrond smiled at her added line. "Does not your heart already know the path it would choose?"

"Perhaps I should have asked instead for wisdom, or that my heart should not love at all instead of loving someone who does not truly love me." She sighed and looked up at Elrond. "Is there not some spell that I might not love in vain?"

"In vain?" he frowned thoughtfully, "why do you say so?"

"Because I now know that whatever feelings Legolas might have shown for me were not his own but merely an effect of this inadvertent enchantment. I would not have him that way, truly," she wanted Elrond to know how badly she felt about the spell, even if she hadn't meant to cast it. She turned then to look down into the softly burbling water of the spring. Tears stung at the corners of her eyes then escaped to flow unfettered down her cheeks. "But I would rather that it had been true." She wiped angrily at the tears. "A better spell might have been for me to forget him altogether."

Elrond sat beside her and put a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Do not trouble yourself. Legolas is nearing 3000 and I believe that what he feels for you is a puzzlement to him. But I also believe you will find that, now the enchantment is broken, he will be able to more clearly see what it is that his heart does want, and I think you will find that his feelings were not all due to the enchantment." He gave her shoulder a light squeeze and stood to go. "Remember, Tinuviel, Elves are not as hasty as others of the speaking races. Be patient, give him time. As long as our lives are, it is possible that an Elf may love but once in his lifetime. Our hearts are precious to us, a gift we do not easily give." He turned to go and Tinuviel watched him walk regally away.

Author's Note:

I know this is short. Sorry about that, but this is just a stepping stone forward into their lives so I can get on with the larger bulk of the story. (I might come back and add more to this part of it if I can get inspired)