Legolas POV

I watched Lizzie as she was singing per the lady's request. She was definitely sweeter, younger, and more innocent than her friend with all of the weird habits like her smoking, excessive drinking (Just where was she going with those two bottles of miruvor?), and her body art, which I still didn't understand; Elvish letters in the most unacceptable places!

I watched the younger girl on stage, her green eyes were shining and her hair fell in glorious waves down her back. I narrowed my eyes; I wanted to know more about her, where she came from, what she liked, and where in Middle-Earth she had met that racuous girl. Speaking of which, that was another thing that bothered me. They were human, and it is obvious that Lothlorien's March Warden was falling for her friend, though I'm not sure as to why. He hadn't taken a lover in over two hundred years. And of course that elleth was mad at him for something. 'Man enough to be my man'? I felt sorry for him; I had a feeling that one was a pistol.

Me, I never cared for the elleths that my father was always trying to marry me off to. Especially that horrid Lindelea of Gondor who kept trying to bed me the entire journey here from father's palace in Mirkwood.

But this elleth, this human girl, she intrigued me more than anyone ever had. She was amazing. Lizzie, Princess of Mirkwood, I tested it out in my head and found I rather liked it. She had the naivete of a young elleth, and her eyes sparkled with innocence. I knew that I was going to be the first to kiss her, and it made my heart leap with anticipation. She had finished her song, her voice clear like the song of the Anduin on a cold morning; I applauded the loudest and gave her a brilliant smile as she walked towards me and into my embrace.

Lizzie POV

After my song was over, I left the stage in a hurry. Something was wrong with Heather, I knew it. Legolas hurried after me. I stopped when the bridge came into sight. Haldir and Heather were standing there with the Elvish disaster not fit to be called a person. I could hear Legolas behind me breathing.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else," he said. I nodded. I followed him to the gazebo where we had first met. He sat down with a smile and fixed his eyes on the floor.

"The water is so beautiful at night," I said, as I walked to one of the gazebo's windows and looked out at the sparkling water.

"It compliments you." I heard him get up and come behind me. He put his hands on my waist and I sprang back before I could control my reflexes. He apologized before I could explain.

"I am sorry. I am too forward." He looked at the floor again.

"No, don't be sorry. That was just a reflex. I didn't know that you would do that." He looked back up at me and made my knees almost give way.

"I am not very good at this, Lizzie. So I will come right out and say what's on my mind." He took my hand, sat down and motioned for me to do the same. I was glad for the bench because I couldn't have held myself up any longer.

"Lizzie," he started, then he reached up to cup my cheek in his hand. "Will you marry me?" My mouth opened slightly and I put my hand over his. "I love you, Lizzie. Please, answer me." I stared into his eyes, even though I already knew my answer. His eyes were filled with hopefullness and love for me. With a quick movement, I planted my lips on his and felt what was in his eyes on his lips. He moaned a little and put his arms around me.

'Hmm, for a guy who's not good at this, he sure does kiss good.' I smiled into his mouth as he continued to kiss me. He pulled away for a second.

"Is that a yes?" I laughed and kissed him again. Ooh, it feels good to be loved.

Heather POV

After a long and dreamless sleep, I woke up. I was very comfortable, and curled up to a large pillow, and the blankets were so warm. I tentatively opened my eyes, and that's when I almost died. I was curled up to Haldir! The man, no Elf- ah whatever, who had broken my heart the night before.

My eyes opened to small slits, I saw he was looking down upon me, "Haldir?" I croaked, my mouth dry.

"Good morning lirimaer," he said softly, sadness in his steel gray eyes.

"Wha-what are you doing in my talan? In my bed?" the tears from the previous night returned.

"We are not in your talan, nor your bed," he said, brushing the hair from my eyes.

"What happened last night?" I said, sitting up. Ooh bad idea, headache, and lights too bright...hangover! I looked down to make sure my clothes were intact, and indeed they were; he hadn't touched me.

I flopped back down, feeling extremely sick.

"Nothing happened that way, if that is what you are asking," he said quietly.

"Ohhhh, I feeel so sick," I mumbled.

He chuckled softly, "You drank two bottles of miruvor; more than I've ever seen any other Elf consume"

"You think it's soooo funny don't you?" I snapped, still angry about last night.

He became serious, "Not at all," he replied.

Then it came, the feeling I was dreading the most. "You didn't by chance hear my ranting last night, did you?" I asked referring to my declaration of love of Haldir.

He shook his head, "What do you mean?"

"Never mind," I replied.

I rolled over with my back to him, "Why, Haldir? Why were you with Lady Lindelea?"

He was silent for a moment before he replied, "I don't know. I had too much to drink, but I'm sorry, melamin," I could hear the tears in his voice.

Tears ran from my eyes as I replayed that scene over and over in my head.

"Ok," I said, my voice choked with tears.

Silence.

"Amin mela lle, Heather," he said softly.

I rolled over to face him and he put his arm around me. I looked up at him, his gray eyes watery with unshed tears. And it was there that I found the truth.

"Amin mela lle, Haldir," I whispered softly before our lips met in a sweet kiss.