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Changing and Explaining

He turned a sopping head and she tried to contain her giggling with not much success. "Don't be laughing to much, you. I'll get you back, I'll get all of you back." He hissed before grabbing a fresh tunic and leggings and leaving, slamming the door behind him.

Once again she hopped off of the windowsill and helped Pippin off of the floor. She shot him another bright smile and patted him on the back. "That, my friend, was brilliant."

After breakfast, which consisted of eggs, bread, and various meats in which Merry and Pippin gorged themselves on, the rest of the day went more or less uneventful. Legolas and Aragorn went to the armory to examine the weaponry and probably duel a bit. And of course Legolas could never pass up a chance to show of his archery skills and challenge Aragorn to a contest at that as well. Merry and Pippin went outside to wonder the city and ended up in a pub, of course, while Gandalf was consulting Theoden of what to do about the upcoming war. Theoden was currently refusing to fight and was stubborn on the decision to ride to Helm's Deep, whilst Gandalf tried to change his mind. Aradel went back to the music room she had found and while there she discovered some sheet music written by some brilliant unknown author. She learnt the piece and memorized it in an hour and went on to the other works. By nightfall she had learned, memorized and practiced ten pieces, including some she made up herself.

Went nightfall did come and sleep found its way to most of the town's people Legolas, Pippin and Aradel again found themselves stuck in their room. Pippin, whom had been scampering around all day making mischief although managing to stay out of trouble, surprisingly, was changed and ready to go to sleep in less then a minute.

"If I wake up to a bucket of ice water again, I will have to maim you until you have a serious concussion." Legolas warned, jokingly. We hope.

"I thought you were going to say you were going to kill me." Pippin replied through a yawn.

"The release of death would be to much of a reward for you." He said a very faint smile playing on his lips. "And besides, 'I'm going to kill you' doesn't have half of the ring to it that maiming does."

The young Hobbit wasn't listening though as he had fallen asleep somewhere around 'death'. Aradel, however who was standing with her elbows leaning on the windowsill, chuckled slightly not taking her eyes away from the city below. He smiled and went to sit on his bed.

"Do you mind? I need to change." He interrupted her thoughts.

"No I don't go ahead. I can't see anything except what's in front of me."

"I don't care, it's creepy."

"Fine, be immature. I'll go hide under my covers so you can change." She walked over to her bed, sat on it, and thrust her covers over her head with an indignant grunt.

He rolled his eyes and changed. He then lay on his bed; picked up one of the books that was on his bedside table and started to read. He read for about five minutes before being interrupted by a highly annoyed voice. "You are so mean. I can't believe you would let me sit under here and wait for morning while you sit there and read, or stare, or sleep or whatever it is you're doing."

He laughed a little and replied: "Fine, you can come out."

She hopped off of the bed and made her way to the window where she leant again and stared in silent thought. He shook his head and turned back to his book.

A long while past before either of them was disturbed, long after Legolas had put down his book and drifted off to sleep. Aradel, whom was still awake, drew in a deep breath and let it out rather more loudly then she had intended. His eyes focused as he was brought back to consciousness and groggily looked around for the source of the disturbance. The figure by the window caught his eye and he wondered. Has she gone to sleep yet? Why has she woken? Why didn't she go to sleep?

He got up and stumbled his way over to lean sleepily on the wall just beside the window. "Why haven't you gone to sleep?"

She looked at him with tired eyes, drooping lazily as if carrying the weight of a million worlds. "Sleep is against my religion."

"Not that again, may the valar help us. You look terrible, go to bed." He insisted stubbornly.

"I look just as I have for the past week."

He sighed in frustration, "You look different, Aradel. Maybe you don't notice it but everyone else does."

She turned her head and looked him in the eye. Why did he care? Of all people. "I don't see why you're so concerned."

"I am concerned because you haven't slept in a very long time and even Elves need to sleep sometime." He said with worry in his eyes and on his face.

A smile played on the woman's face. "I am not an Elf."

He sighed again, 'not the Elf argument again' he thought. "Then why, pray tell, have you been living for the past valar knows how many years. It's certainly over five hundred."

"My family is part of the Dunedain and as you hopefully know we have a longer life than most humans. I will die eventually." She replied.

He knew she was lying. She always did in situations like this. "OK now why aren't you sleeping?"

"I'm not tired, just leave me alone and go to sleep yourself."

"What haunts you?"

"What makes you think something haunts me?" She raised an apprehensive eyebrow.

"I see it in your eyes."

"What is it with you and seeing things in people's eyes. Go to bed, Legolas." She turned her body in a way that blocked him from seeing her face. She stared out at the city with dull eyes, not really paying attention to what she was supposedly looking at.

All of a sudden she jumped, feeling a light hand on each of her shoulders. It was obviously Legolas but what in Valar's name was he doing? Her eyes widened and her body became stiff when he planted a sweet, innocent kiss on her cheek and said quite clearly: "Goodnight, mellon-nin." Then with an almost mocking smile, bright on his face he got into bed, back to her and fell asleep very quickly.

She was bewildered. 'What is wrong with him? Crazy Elf." She thought to herself turning back to the window. His stupidity was imminent right now and she was too tired to think about it lest her mind begin to ache.

A/N: I don't know how to spell it but i know that the Dudedain or whatever are decendants of Elros who was half elf and had a longer life span than the rest of the humans and past that on through generations. Again i don't know how to spell it so if i didn't spell it right than please tell me how to. I know this chappy was short but the last two were really long and i'm pressed for time so the next one will probably be short to. Nehoo, bye-bye!:D

Muddie21: Hard to read...I'll try to avoid that in the future thanks. :D

Elven Script: Thanks, I'll post i a day. :D

I like MINTS: I love that blizzard! The brownie batter blizzard, the commercial is so funny. Heehee. The part where Aradel and Aragorn were talking was totally inspired by my friend who is kinda sorta like that sometimes. Not most of the time but you know. Nehoo glad you liked it. :D