After I got Legolas set up in his room and Peter gave him some pajamas, I did my nightly routine in the bathroom, got changed into a short, navy blue satin nightgown, and crawled into bed. I had never imagined that one day could change your life as much as the last day had changed mine. I couldn't understand why Legolas had to come. I mean, sure, I had always wanted him to, but this was the worst time ever. I loved the storybook Legolas, but I loved Peter. Legolas was here now, but Peter had always been here, and Legolas didn't even love me. But Peter.Peter's question! I jumped out of bed and ran down the hallway, through the living room, and down the other hallway.

"Peter," I said, skidding to a stop in his doorway. He quit typing and turned toward me.

"Yes, Sydney?" he asked.

"Your question." I answered.

"Oh," he said, his face saddening immediately. I thought I saw tears in his eyes as he turned back to his computer, as though trying to hide them from me. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"Oh, c'mon, Peter," I said. "I really want to know. At least tell me what it was."

"No," he said. "No, it doesn't matter now."

"Are you sure.?" I asked.

"Yes!"

I slowly backed out of Peter's room and walked back to mine. Peter had never yelled at me before. How could something that which had meant so much to him a day ago mean nothing now? I lay back down in bed, staring up at the ceiling. Peter had yelled at me. Tears welled up in my eyes. I turned over and their hot trails ran down my face.

As I woke up the next morning, I stretched, the sunlight streaming in the window. I smiled for the new day. But then the previous came flooding back to me. I walked to the window and looked out. Legolas.Peter. Just then, the door opened. I didn't turn my back. I knew who it was.

"Sydney." said Peter. I still didn't turn. I couldn't look at him. He would see the tears running down my face. "I'm so sorry about last night. I didn't mean to yell at you."

"Ya," I replied, trying not to the let lump in my throat be heard. I heard him cross the room and felt his hands on my shoulders.

"No, Peter," I said.

"Yes," he replied. "Just look at me."

"No," I said, even more determinedly than the first time. Peter spun me around to face him, but I looked down. As I did, a single tear escaped and trickled down my cheek, giving me away.

"Oh, Sydney." said Peter, pressing me against him.

"No," I said, and pulled away from him. I ran to the door of my bedroom, Peter dashing after me. I ran into the hallway and almost knocked Legolas over as he was just coming out of his room in a black t-shirt and jeans. Peter burst into the hallway after me, but froze as he saw Legolas.

"Is something the matter?" asked Legolas.

"No," I said, looking at Peter, Peter staring back at me. Legolas glanced back and forth between us. "Nothing is wrong." I broke my gaze at Peter and wiped the tears from my face. "If you'll excuse me." I went back into my bedroom and shut the door. I heard silence in the hallway and then one of them walked into the kitchen. I got changed, black shirt, jeans, black boots, and pulled back my hair, sitting in front of my mirror. As I finished tying it up, I heard a knock on my door.

"May I intrude?" asked Legolas from the other side. It was him that had been standing on the other side of the door for all that time.

"Sure," I answered. Legolas came in, shut the door behind him, and stood behind me gazing into the mirror, looking at me.

"I wished to ask you a question." he said.

"About this world?" I asked.

"No, about Peter and you," Legolas answered.

"Go ahead, then." I said, having no idea what he was going to ask, but hoping that I could choke back tears better than I had before.

"Did he hurt you?" he asked, in a curious almost whisper.

"Yes," I answered, "he hurt me, hurt my feelings." I felt the hot tears coming again, so I got up and faced away from Legolas, ashamed that I was so weak.

"Was it because of me?" asked Legolas, worry overwhelming his voice.

"No, not you," I said. "I don't know why." I choked and burning tears ran down my face. Legolas pulled me to the bed, sitting me down and sat beside me, putting his arms around me. I buried my face in his soft locks and sobbed.

"Oh, Sydney," said Legolas, "how I wish I could make you not cry." After a few minutes, I pulled myself together. Legolas wiped the tears from my face and looked at me, sympathy written all over in his eyes. "Do you feel any better?"

"I do, thank you," I said, a weak smile on my lips. Legolas smiled also.

"Sydney, anything I can do for you, just tell me, please," he said.

"I will, but you have to tell me, too," I replied.

"But of course," said Legolas. He gently put his hand on my cheek, wiping away the last of the tears. "My friend, my dear, dear friend." I smiled.

"Legolas, thank you," I said. "I can tell we'll be very good friends." Legolas' eyes shone.

"Aye," he replied. "I believe we already are." It was true. When I had pulled away from Legolas' shoulder and looked into his eyes, I realized that something had happened between us, I couldn't quite say what it was, but it was obvious to us. I could see it in Legolas' eyes. Somehow, we both knew that there was some reason he had come, some quest he had been sent on, and I only hoped that I could help my friend as long as I possibly could. I realized that somehow, I was as much a part of the reason he was sent as he was. My faerie tale was just beginning.