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Damn Dresses

He was keeping his emotions in check. To be honest he didn't have that many emotions to keep in check. He certainly didn't have any strong emotions relating to Aradel other then extreme annoyance and urges to strangle. Is that an emotion or need?

He shook himself mentally. It didn't matter; he had no emotions of feelings of any kind. All that did matter was that he was here in this beautiful garden with the sun shining and the birds chirping. The only thing that could have gone wrong was a squirrel throwing a nut at him. Look at that a squirrel threw a nut at him.

Rubbing his head where the nut impacted he looked up at a particularly nice looking tree that was just begging to be climbed. Quick as a flash he jumped up and began to climb. He was sure he would have climbed every tree in Lorien by the time Aradel woke up.

Black. She slowly came into consciousness, though she kept her eyes closed for comfort. She wondered dimly how long she had been out. If her memory hadn't gone this was the second time she had passed out that wasn't an attempt to get out of something. What was wrong with her? Was she dying? Just then she noticed the bed was tilting slightly on the right side, there was someone sitting on the bed.

She slowly opened her eyes and smiled upon seeing who it was. "My Lady, what a pleasant surprise."

Galadriel too smiled. "Glad to see you are awake."

She sat up and glanced around the room. "Have I woken up to the past?"

"No, you are very much in the present. Legolas bought you here thinking you needed my healing abilities. He was right. You could have died if you left your condition." She replied with a little chuckle.

"I am fine now though?" She nodded. "I wasn't even aware I had a condition. I just thought it was lack of sleep or something of the like."

"And why were you not sleeping?"

Aradel looked at the golden haired woman before her and cocked her head in silent skepticism. "It's my dream and you know it."

"Your dream has everything to do with it, Aradel. I understand your confusion but really Aradel I thought you brighter than that." She said, with an every so slightly mocking smile.

"What is wrong with me, Galadriel?" she asked bluntly, tired of dancing around the subject.

"You haven't called me that in a while."

"I got used to calling you both by your first names when I moved out. You should know that. I thought you could read minds. And that reminds me, where is Celeborn?"

"I try to stay out of your mind, it's much to disturbing and young for my liking. As for Lord Celeborn he has been summoned to business with Lord Elrond in Rivendell."

"Drinking party?"

"Quite." She replied with an amused smile. Aradel always seemed to make her smile.

"Now enough avoiding the subject will you tell me what is wrong with me or will I have to try to read your mind." Aradel exclaimed calmly shaking her head subtly.

"By all means, try. It would just see how far along you are in your so called sickness." She replied.

"Fine." With that she fixed the Lady with a stare as intense as she could make it and with every fiber in her body tried to listen to what she was thinking. She was at first surprised to find herself taking that seriously but Galadriel had always had a way of making you take things seriously. She closed her eyes and shut out everything but what the woman before her might be thinking. Her eyes darted open and she gasped a little in surprise. "I actually heard something."

"I was broadcasting a little bit but that's still very good."

"What does this have to do with what's wrong with me." Aradel asked completely oblivious to what was happening to her. 'I'm probably dying.' She thought to herself.

"Let's just say you take after your mother. You have her mind." Galadriel said with a knowing smile. She was still a bit confused but Galadriel did that and she would talk later and she did understand for the most part. Which was more than she usually did.

"Legolas is outside listening at the door, isn't he?" Behind the door Legolas took his ear off the door to frown at her through it but replaced it there as he heard more conversation.

"Do you have anything for me to wear? I've been wearing these clothes for the longest time and I would like so much to feel clean again." She said getting out of bed and walking to the closet.

Upon opening the doors she found many different kinds of dresses of all colours, shapes and designs but all the same sizes. "You don't have any pant and shirt outfits do you?"

Galadriel shook her head. "Only dresses. I still have the one you liked though, if you want it." She too got up and went to the closet to take out the white silk dress that Aradel had before loved so much and held it out in front of her. Now it looked wildly uncomfortable and awkward.

Aradel took it from her grasp and said: "Fine I'll wear it. But only because of my respect for you. But I'm not doing my hair." She insisted stubbornly.

She fixed the young woman with a friendly, even motherly, look and left with a small nod.

Muttering to herself quietly she took off her old black tunic and threw it in the hamper in the corner of the room then slipped the white dress on. It was surprisingly comfortable and gave her a slight sense of day-jah-vu. When she was finished adjusting her dress she looked in the mirror that hung on the wall opposite her bed and started to make adjustments on her hair. She took one lock and put it in front of her ear and brushed the rest back to flow over her back. She thought it looked terrible but it was the only way to make the Lady happy and she was so happy that Celeborn wasn't here that she felt generous.

When her hair was the way she wanted it, or as close as she could get it, she left the room and walked through the halls. She was looking for Galadriel to further discuss her so-called sickness.

As she was walking through the hallways looking for the Lady she came across Legolas' temporary room, whose door was open. She knew it was his because his bow, quiver and knives were on the bed. She smirked and went it immediately drawn to the closet. There she found various royal-looking tunics and quickly relieved herself of the dress and put them on. 'Much better' she thought.

With her new apparel she went looking through the library, kitchen, dinning room, and various other rooms she was sure she wasn't supposed to be in. On the way she annoyed numerous guards, maids and other people who were in the talan.

When she found the lounge deserted she went on the look in the main hall where the Lord and Lady had welcomed the fellowship so long ago.

"Galadriel, I wish to discuss my 'condition'. Why are you in the main hall anyway?" she approached. Galadriel nodded her head down the stairs. Aradel followed her gaze to see Legolas looking at a tree nervously. She bounded down the stairs and crept up behind him.

"Boo." She said calmly, eerily close to his sensitive ears.

He jumped a foot in the air. He had been to preoccupied to notice her light footsteps coming down the stairs. "Valar, don't scare me like that."

"You are an Elf you shouldn't get scared." She replied with a smirk.

A/N: The title is because she has to wear a dress for like a minutes and Aradel really hates that. Besides i couldn't think of anything else. That's all i have to say for now but if you have any questions, comments, or doubtings of facts (which is probably a long list) then please tell me it helps ever so much.

Elven Script: That's alright, thanks!:D

fauxmuggle: Since i wrote that (which was a long time ago) i've read the Hobbit, most of the Silmarilion(?) and FOTR so ya. It hasn't really changed the way i'm writing though. I guess i have a problem. Oh well, thanks for your opinion which has helped. Thanks!:D