Ok YES! I finally updated! Yeah! Sorry it took so long-schools getting me down : (   SRY for taking so long 2 update! I wanted this chapter to be really good!!!!!!

There's some elvish in this chapter that my friend gave me, but I lost the translation-sorry

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Nienna

Disclaimer:  Tolkien own everything-but he's dead so maybe…I DO OWN LOTR!!! (wishful thinking)

Chapter 11

            I was going to loose him. The one elf that had grown closer to me than any other and my stubborn pride was going to mean the loss of him.  My anger faded away. 

"Legolas, I love you, I was truly ill after I discovered that I was to marry Haldir. Please, walk with me." 

"Where did you wake up the next morning?"

"In a bed?"

"Not yours?"

"No I-"

"Haldirs?"

"No! Please, come walk with me I'll tell you the truth! By Elbereth I am telling you the truth!"

"No, I don't associate with a hoar." He said in a low whisper.  My face paled, as did his as the realization of what he had said came into focus.

"Is that what you think of me?" I said weakly unable to comprehend what had just happened. Then the anger came back in full force.

"Nammariefarewell Your Highness. You leave with neither my friendship nor my love."

"Ala, I love you-"

"Don't Legolas. And my name is Alatariel, Ala is what my friends call me."  This was a hard blow to him; I was not only his friend but his lover.

"Is that what Haldir calls you?" 

"Yes." His anger came back.

"You are a hoar."

"That is quite enough Legolas, this is neither the time or the place for this," Haldir re-entered the room, but my anger escaped me, and in the next words I would regret for a lifetime that they had ever been said.

"etelelya, uvane um morna-hun tarylanca yrch!!!!something like "you foul ocr, go to mordor and rot there" I really don't know…" I screamed at him.  There was an intake of breath at my words.

"Go to Mordor, Legolas, go marry Aryante! I don't love you; I don't see how anyone could EVER love you!"  I acted out in anger as did he.  Now his face was pale. I turned my back making to leave, giving one last glance at him.  His face was shining with tears.  I, myself held back my tears, for once they did as I bade them, but my eyes were shining each tear threatening to spill out.   I ran from the hall, ran from him.  I had lost him, the one whom I love above all others. How could I love him? After he lies to me, calls me a hoar, how can I still love him? The words resounded in my head. I had to get out, had to get free.  I went to the stable, and took off on Isilme, with no destination in mind.

Haldir's POV

            Upon returning to the hall I couldn't believe what I saw.  My eyes must be deceiving me.  Ala, she was on her feet opposite Legolas both of their faces were flushed. 

"You ARE a whore!"  I couldn't quite comprehend what was going on, but this was not the time or the place.

"That is quite enough Legolas, this is neither the time nor the place for this," I said but neither of the was listening.  Ala's next words shocked me most of all, and then she ran with tears in her eyes that no one but I saw.

            As calmly as I could I walked to the other side of the room, took Legolas by the elbow and steered him out of the hall. I never thought that the "lover's spat" would become this serious.

"What is wrong with you?"  I asked him, but Legolas's anger had not abated just yet.

"Did you kiss her?" He demanded his hands balled into fists.

"She thought I was you," I said in disbelief, that she hadn't told him that.

"What?" he said weakly. 

"She loves you, and you just called her a whore in front of the entire collaboration of elves."  Legolas was shaking his head.

"I was just-I thought that-Oh Elbereth what have I done!?"  I knew what he had done.  He had just broken Ala's heart-again.

Ala's pov

            I was running-I knew it, and I knew better. I wasn't raised to run away from my problems, but now I didn't care.  Isilme carried me far way from the elves, though not as far as I thought.  My eyes were blinded with tears of anger and heartbreak.  How could I have ever loved him? I couldn't answer these questions because in my heart, I would always love him, but heart and mind are never in sync, and my mind won this battle, as my heart was to weak to fight. 

            I found myself lost-not a common occurrence amongst elves.  Isilme had stopped running-stopped just like that as if she could go no further.  I dismounted her, walking on, letting the tears fall. Then my mind took over. I was not going to waste my life on some prince who claimed to love me than called me a whore.  My anger grew. I shouted, and screamed for no one to hear.  I called out to my parents, to Arwen, to Elrond. I needed them-all of them. I crouched down on the ground, crying still, as I could not bear the grief.   Another vision came to me, as I lay on the ground wishing to just disappear. 

            There was a terrible noise, and a pounding that made my head ring with pain.  There were flashes of dark beings here and there. I couldn't glimpse them, but I knew that I wasn't going to come out alive.  The sounds grew closer, and closer; out of the trees they came. There were thousands of them, an impossible amount, yet there they were, advancing on me as if I were a piece of meat.  I readied my bow and arrow, but there were to many.  They advance like a wave of evil.  I felt slashes over my body, blood being drawn, clothes being ripped.  I couldn't move, for weariness had overcome me. I succumbed to my fate, and I gave in.  I felt them gnawing at my flesh, biting away at my skin, drinking my blood as if it were wine.  I was dying…..

            My eyes shot open, my mouth screaming words to the night.  It had only been a vision-nothing more, nothing less.  Yet in my mind I seemed to hear a faint pounding an afterthought of the vision, perhaps, but the pounding grew louder, and I closed my eyes in fear-Ors. They were coming.  I knew before they had even breached the trees surrounding me, I knew.  Isilme was gone.  I began to run, blindly, not knowing if I was running to or from these hideous monsters.  The answer was soon made clear as I burst through the trees and found an impossibly large army of orcs.  They came at me, but I could never stay alive.  There was not a weapon on me.  Resigned to my fate I shut my eyes. 

            I could feel slashes on my body, and blood trickling from every wound. They were playing with me, having a bit of fun before they killed me.  Then I heard a sound quite out of place from the quarry of orc curses.

"LEGOLAS!" I screamed, momentarily forgetting that he how he had hurt me.   An arrow flew past my ear, striking the ocr behind me.  I felt arms, soft arms, grabbing hold of my waist and whisking me into safety.  I was seriously getting sick of being rescued. I felt a familiar dizziness in my head; I was seriously getting sick of passing out.  I pulled my head up-No, I'm not going to be some wilting flower, I thought forcing down the dizziness trying to stay conscience.   

"It's ok, I'm going to keep you safe from now on," I heard a soft voice whisper in my ear-Legolas.  I stiffened in his arms, not wanting him to get the idea that I'd forgiven him.    

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            We rode back to the city me with Legolas, Haldir, and a few others.  I sat stiffly in Legolas' arms, sternly telling myself, that if he could hurt me like he had, than he could definitely do it again, and I don't need heartbreak.  I could hear his heart beating wildly in his chest after the fight.  There had only been a few orcs-a taste of what was to come.  "Alatariel, your safe, relax."  The reply came softly, for his ears only.

"I will never be safe in you arms again-at least my heart will never be safe."  I didn't want to say this, but I made up my mind.  I would protect Legolas, and myself.  Legolas didn't need a tangled love life right now, and I didn't need a broken heart.  I didn't speak again until we reached the city. 

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            I was in a soft pale blue nightgown, lying on my bed.  I closed my eyes trying to sort out the jumble of thoughts swirling around my head.  I never heard the knock on the door.  I don't even know if he knocked-he hadn't in the past, but things were different now.

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