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Cutting

"You said you would, and will, kill me. Why don't I save you the trouble?" She brang the sharp blade to her throat and lightly pressed it into the soft flesh of the left side of her neck. She raised her eyebrows, daring him to tell her to do it.

"You wouldn't. You couldn't. You couldn't take your own life, not just because of me."

"Wouldn't I? You destroyed my life. I would have been happy, living somewhere with a nice husband, maybe kids. You took that away from me. You destroyed my life, so why shouldn't I end it? End the pain." She blinked quickly as she pressed the blade deeper into her skin causing it to break and draw blood.

Celeborn hesitated. Would she really do it? How would he feel if she did? "Why are you doing this Aradel? What point are you trying to get across?"

"I could have had a happy family, Celeborn. You destroyed my family." She said her eyes ablaze with fury. "You killed my sister and murdered my father. Then you forced me to leave my mother. You killed them all!"

"Liar! It wasn't me it was you! It was your fault!"

"It was you! It's the truth Celeborn and you know it!"

"Aradel, I heard shouting what is going on? Oh Valar!" Legolas cut in staggering to a stop after running in through the hallway behind the Lord. Fear crept its way into his blue eyes and they widened at the scene. Aradel standing with a knife at her throat and blood pouring down.

"Put the knife down, Aradel. You don't need to do this." He said slowly and carefully, walking the same way towards her.

"Shut up. You don't even know what I'm doing. Right now you don't know anything. This is Celeborn and I's business."

"You won't do it." Celeborn said, another sneer forming on his face, with a small evil chuckle.

She glared at him and drew the knife slowly across her neck, dangerously close to her jugular artery. She kept going slowly, very slowly but steadily.

"Aradel stop!" Legolas yelled at her, desperate.

"Not until he says it." She replied eyeing the Lord in front of her who was breaking a sweat under the stress.

"Tell her to stop!" Legolas ran to him and roughly shoved him to jog his brain. "Make her stop!"

He paused and closed his eyes in frustration.

"Stop." He whispered, barely audible. He couldn't let her do it, he couldn't have her blood on his head.

She did, and looked at him with large meaningful eyes. "What was that?"

"I said stop." He repeated louder so everyone could hear with ease. She took the knife off of her neck, blood was pouring out of it, dripping down onto the perfectly white dress, staining it severely. The knife had cut ever so faintly into her jugular and she was losing a lot of blood very fast. Legolas thanked all the Valar she hadn't cut it fully.

"Was that you point?" he asked meaninglessly.

With that she walked past him to a very distressed Legolas. He grabbed her arm and whispered into her ear. "Don't think to much of it. I would hate to ruin that dress that my wife spent so much time on. It was for my daughter. But now I have no daughter."

She paused, apparently those words had some effect on her. "I've got news for you." She whispered back. "The dress was ruined when you said stop. And that, Celeborn, was my point."

With that she let Legolas lead her back to her room, going on and on about how dangerous she was and asking what in Valar's name she was doing. When she was deposited there he left to fetch a healer, later finding no such person. She sighed and sat down on the bed, grabbing a cloth from the table beside it. She held the cloth to the wound and dropped the blood-drenched knife to the floor. Taking a deep breath she closed her eyes and tried to think of times when life wasn't quite so complicated.

She tried to remember when she had had a family. When everyone was happy and she had a father. She had loved her father so much. She had loved her sister so much. She had loved her mother so much. Celeborn took that all away. When it happened, she supposed she could have blamed her sister but then again it wasn't her fault. It was Celeborn who killed her family. His fault. He killed them all.

With that final thought she fell into an uneasy but dreamless sleep, half from mental and emotional exhaustion, half from blood loss.

She awoke the next morning with Legolas staring at her. Sitting up she stared him in the eye and gave him her scariest glare. "Have you been watching me sleep?"

He rolled his eyes. "For the past five seconds." She turned her head to look out the window. "Your neck looks terrible. Why did you do that anyway?"

"You wouldn't understand, believe me." She got out of bed went to the window to look out upon the sun kissed forest and garden that was almost directly under the window.

The Mirkwood Elf sighed and looked at her, sorrowfully. "You never tell me anything important."

"Life isn't fair."

"You're not helping the cause. Maybe you should open up sometime. Talk to someone, tell at least one person a secret or two. You would feel better." He suggested helpfully.

"I feel fine now and I do. I talk to Galadriel and Lord Elrond. Haldir as well sometimes, if no one else is around." She replied not bothering to turn and look at him.

"Well you seem to have your perfect life under control so I'll just leave you here to wallow in your own sorrow." He stood and headed towards the door.

"I never said my life was perfect but I do have a lot of control over it. You just need to accept that you wouldn't be able to accept some things about my life." This time she turned and their eyes locked for a moment. Then Legolas turned, shaking his head, and went out the door closing it with a soft clink.

Once he left she changed out of her still blood drenched dress and into a nice comfortable black tunic that had been put into her closet by one of the maids whilst she was sleeping. She felt a lot more comfortable in the sheik black pants and shirt. Dresses always made her feel more horrific. If that makes sense. Back in her tunic she went to stare out the window yet again. She loved windows.

She stood by the window for about ten minutes then realized she had to speak with Galadriel again. As long as Celeborn wasn't with her. So rubbing her neck as she went along she made her way slowly to the dinning room again. On her way she found the Lady in the library reading a random book.

A/N:Well i can honestly say i didn't expect that. I truely didn't, i swear! That just happens I'll intend to write something but I'll write something else completely different or i'll intend on writing something but i'll put something before it that i hadn't planned. Sometimes it's a small conversation or action others its an entire five page escapade that i hadn't planned. The Forbidden Realm was one of those. That's why it had a crappy name. Nehoo, bye-bye!:D

Olwyen: Why thank you:D I don't think i'll be writing a novel anytime soon but i'll definatly write more fanfic. If i didn't what would my life be centered around? School? I sinicerly hope not. Unless they have a new fanfiction writing course. Then ya maybe. Anyways i'm rambling.

Elven Script:Oh, i do believe me. But they run faster than me and they catch me and beat me. You know my skin is actually bruise resistant, i don't get bruises any more. And the pain doesn't come any more. Strange. Anyway, thanks!:D

Arein: Her broken ankle really doesn't but i said that so ya. I would like to read minds but, like you, i would want to be able to turn it off. If i couldn't i would read my friends minds. Oh god the disturbation. As for killing Celeborn i thought of that but your right that wouldn't be very nice. And the plot wouldn't be as good. O well, did you like what i did with the killing herself?

kougayurizoku: Hooked? Are you fishing? Sorry bad pun. I'm glad though, as long as its healthy and stuff. You might just be on the right track ;)