Disclaimer- I own nothing, if you recognize it- I don't own it!!!

Black-Dragon2005- I'm glad you like it, this is my first ever story and I hope you'll keep reading.

Wicklowe- Thanks for your review. Your points have been welcomed and been taken into consideration.

Lemonly- Thalia's depression will take on new levels through the story. I am writing her personal story using my own experiences. I know how it feels to be in that state of mind and hopefully that should allow me to write a realistic story. And rest assured her problems will not be solved by a hug and a kiss from Legolas- if only life could be like that.

Constructive criticism will always be welcome.

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It was too hot, without opening my eyes I turned onto my side and kicked the covers off. What time was it- did I actually care? No, I decided that I was way too comfortable to care. I brought my arms up to rest underneath my head. They were wrapped in something. I didn't remember putting on a sweatshirt last night. I could clearly remember cutting, although I wasn't too sure that it was an actual memory or a mixture of memories that my brain had taken and made into a memory- goddess I babble when I'm tired. I could hear the birds chirping and decided that I'd better get up and feed the cat before she starved. Slowly I sat up and stretched. Then I opened my eyes. There was a tree coming through the wall in my room, which was wrong. There were no trees in our garden. 'Ok this isn't my room', I looked up at the ceiling. There was a mural of a mother and child painted on the ceiling. That made me smile. In the corner stood a small table that held a vase of white and red roses. Wait a minute how did I get here. It took a while but it came to me eventually- trees, horses, Legolas. Oh shit- he must have brought me here, but wouldn't that make here Lord Elrond's home? Before I could get any further the intense stinging in my arms forced me to look down. Well at least I was right- I hadn't put a sweatshirt on. My arms had been wrapped in soft linen bandages and in places blood had seeped through.

I felt the blood drain from my face. I had never told anybody about my cutting. Not even my closest friends. Legolas must know, but whom else? I could feel all the pain and despair and the uncontrollable guilt rush back into my body in a tidal wave.

It was a secret, it had been a secret for so long. It was my secret to keep. My head began to thump and my heart was pounding in my chest. A door, there was a door. I fell rather than got out of bed and crawled over to it. I turned the knob, hoping to find a bathroom. And to my great joy and relief, it was a bathroom. In one corner stood a toilet and in the other a small wash basin. And in the middle of the room a large bath had been built into the floor, very nice.

Unable to think clearly I crawled over to the wash basin and sat indian style on the floor. Cautiously I began to unwrap the bandages. I hated what I did but I couldn't stop it. As the fresh wounds came into view I could feel bile rise up in my throat, my vision became blurry with tears and my hands were shaking. I didn't want to see what I'd done. But I had too. The relief of seeing the results of the control that I had brought upon myself was very quickly being overridden by the intense guilt and panic that was now flooding every inch of me. What was I going to tell people? I can't tell them the truth. They'll think I'm a monster or an attention seeker or something. Finally I couldn't take it anymore. Abandoning my task I broke down, the tears were running freely down my face and my body was trembling with the effort of trying to hold at least some of it in. I gave up and collapsed, sobbing on the floor.

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The sun was still low as I left the archery field. I had woken up early and had decided to practice a little before going to see Lady Thalia. I knew humans did not like to be awoken too early.

"Legolas!"

I turned around and stood still as Lord Elrond approached me.

"Legolas, do you have a moment?"

I nodded

"I wish to speak to you about your recent discovery, the Lady Thalia. Her physical wounds will heal in less than a week. But there are deeper wounds which will be much harder to find, and even if they were found I am not certain that she can be healed. Her soul has been broken and she is giving up. It is up to her whether she survives this or not"

"But she can be healed? If she wishes it?"

"Yes, but you must remember Legolas, that she may not wish it. It would appear that she has been through more than we can imagine. When she wakes, do not push her, do not force her speak. You must speak to her carefully but where you can, treat her as you would any other"

I nodded, thoughts were whirling round my head. She must want to heal. She had to, I couldn't imagine wanting to live like that. I would rather kill myself than live in misery. My heart stopped in my chest as I thought about that. She wouldn't kill herself would she? No, she couldn't. But even as I tried to reassure myself I could feel it sinking into the very depths of my soul. I hardly knew this girl, yet there was something that drew me to her.

"Come, we will see if she is awake. I have no doubt that she will have questions that she will want answering"

We walked in silence. It wasn't until we had stopped outside her door that I realized her room was next door to mine. Elrond must have noticed my questioning gaze,

"Your rooms are next to each other because so far you are the only person that she has met"

I nodded, that seemed like a wise thing to do. He opened the door quietly so as not to disturb her if she was sleeping. However the bed was empty.

"Legolas"

Elrond shouted from the washroom. I hastily waked to the door and I was aghast at the scene before me. Thalia was laying face down on the floor, her silver hair was spread about her face, and her startling blue eyes open but not seeing. She was breathing but unaware of her surroundings. Elrond took her by the shoulders and sat her up, her upper body resting on his. He looked down at her arms and frowned, she had started to remove the bandages on her left arm. They were dreadful. Her skin was red and not a patch had been left unmarred.

Elrond motioned for me to lift her and take her back into her room. With extreme care I took her and laid her back on the bed, my hand held hers as if somehow this gesture would wake her.

I looked at her face, her sculpted cheekbones, her rose colored lips parted slightly, her eyes were now closed in sleep. I couldn't remember when they had closed. I remembered the feeling of her soft body against mine as we rode here and the smell of vanilla and magnolia from her silky hair.

I sat at her bedside for another hour before she finally awoke. She opened her eyes and looked around. She realized that her hand was trapped. Turning her head she looked down at her hand to see that it was entwined with mine. Her gaze followed my hand, up my arm and to my face. She smiled at me, recognition clearly shining in her eyes.

We turned our heads as the door opened and Elrond walked in. I felt her tense and her fingers gripped mine. As he stepped towards us Thalia shifted her body to the opposite edge of the bed. She was growing more agitated by the minute.

"Welcome to Rivendell Lady Thalia"

At that she let go of my hand and with wide fearful eyes she bolted passed him and ran from the room. Without even looking at him I ran after her.