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Explinations
Upon seeing Aradel, Galadriel put the book back on its shelf.
"Hello, what is wrong with your neck?" she asked curiously.
"Oh that." She quickly noticed she was still running her hand over the wound. "I cut it."
"Well let me see. If it is not tended to it could get infected." Galadriel came up and forcefully took the other woman's hand away by the wrist. She gasped when she saw the deep gouge in her neck. "How did this happen and why have I not been informed?"
"Legolas was supposed to find you but I suppose he didn't." Aradel said with a slight hint of irritation.
"This was obviously not done by falling out of a tree, this looks as though someone cut you." Galadriel stated with a large amount of concern. "Who cut you?"
They locked eyes for a moment, then Aradel turned her gaze to the ground. "Can't you read my mind?"
"Test of trust, Aradel, lie if you wish."
She hesitated." He killed my father, I hate him so much."
"Celeborn did this!" The Lady's eyes widened in shock. "I knew he disliked you but he must have limits! I will not allow him to continue with this behavior. He just cannot go around harming my own-" Her ranting was interrupted by Aradel.
"It wasn't Celeborn, although I'm sure he is partly to blame." She said. "I did it. I wanted to see the look on his face."
"You did this?" she questioned looking even more shocked if that were possible. "You did this to yourself? I do not even know what to say."
"I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking. At least I didn't kill him."
"I don't think you are capable of killing him. No matter how you think he has ruined your life you wouldn't kill him." She smiled brightly.
"He did ruin my life and you know it."
She paused. "Yes I do. If I look in my heart I know it. How you must think me a fool for staying with him after what he did to you."
"No, love is weird. If I were you I would do exactly what you are doing." Aradel replied.
The Lady looked thoughtful for a moment then asked. "What would you see if you looked into my mirror, Aradel?"
She was slightly taken aback by this question and thought about it for a while. 'Probably the end of the world, knowing me.' Was her first thought. Perhaps the death of someone important, Thranduil maybe. Maybe she would see the Valinor, in all it's glory doubtful though. Then she thought of what this question was supposed to mean, what was its purpose. An answer slithered into her head like a serpent along the sand.
"I would see my reflection." She answered. "In your mirror I would see myself reflected in the glass."
Galadriel smiled widely. "I have always said your words are wiser than your age."
"Well we have figured out why that is haven't we?"
"So you have figured it out then."
"Yes."
"Then please," she urged, "Explain."
"Well in my 'past life'" at this point Aradel quoted the words with her fingers. "I befriended a wizard. He apparently was my best and most dear friend. On my deathbed he took my 'spirit'" she quoted with her fingers again. "Into his staff and put it into the womb of whomever happened to be conceiving a child at the moment. That person was of course my current mother."
Galadriel paused a moment and looked thoughtfully at the woman who appeared to be only in her early thirties. "Your life is indeed very interesting."
"Quite." There was another pause in which there was naught but silence. Aradel's eyes traveled along the room, across the various titles of books she took a note to read later on. Then she remembered why she had come seeking Galadriel.
"I came here with actual intentions, Galadriel."
"That name still sounds strange in your voice." A slight smile played on her lips. "Go on."
"I needed some elaboration on 'I inherited my mother's mind' if you don't mind to explain." She requested humbly.
The Lady was about to begin explaining but Legolas walked in the entrance and swiftly walked to the two women. "My Lady." He bowed towards the Queen of Lorien then turned to Aradel. "Where have you been? I've been looking all over the place for you!"
"All over the place?" she raised a doubtful eyebrow.
"Alright in your room then down here but I really needed to see you!"
"Why didn't you check the grounds? That's where I usually reside on a day of such beauty as this morning."
He stared blankly. "I've forgotten." He replied. "I had a reason but now I've forgotten."
Aradel shook her head to clear it. "Anyway, what did you need me for?"
He continued to stare blankly. "I've forgotten." He repeated. "Thank you very much Aradel, I've forgotten." He said sarcastically. "Why are you down here?"
"I'm talking to Galadriel, if you don't mind." She exclaimed, mock indignantly.
"That sounds interesting. As to the subject of what?" he asked innocently.
"She was about to tell me more about my sickness. Without disclosing any personal information of course." She smiled knowingly at Galadriel.
"Of course." She began, then turned to Aradel. "Well you see your mother's mind is very complicated. It's very much like my own, with small hints of telepathy and foresight. Both those attributes take a lot of brain space and to push it all in there within two days would cause an enormous amount of stress on the frontal lobe."
At this point she explanatorily pointed to Aradel's forehead. "That's exactly what you did. That stress would cause lack of blood flow to the brain, though in a very minor way, causing you to pass out."
They stood for a moment, absorbing the new information. "Have you ever been a healer?" Aradel asked.
"No, why?"
"You have no idea how medically trained you just sounded." She replied.
"Well I'm a lot older than you two." She smiled satisfactorily.
Aradel scowled mockingly and Legolas tried to seem amused in a way that was still respectful. The result was a rather dumb looking grin.
"Well I must be off. I have paperwork to attend to." she nodded slightly to them both and left, her impossibly white dress sweeping behind her.
Legolas turned to his companion. "How long to you plan on staying here?"
"Well we should leave tomorrow if we want to meet Aragorn and the other's at Helm's Deep." She started to walk out of the library and into the halls, supposedly heading for the main hall.
"You still want to fight at Helm's Deep?" he asked, slightly aghast.
"Of course, why should I not fight? I am of good capability, there is not reason for me not to fight." She replied calmly, turning her head ever so slightly for him to hear better.
"What of your condition? Is your mind in a right state to be fighting?" he argued.
"It is, I assure you. I will fight along side the other men and soldiers of Rohan." They stepped out into the bright sunshine of the afternoon. Aradel headed towards the garden that lay below Legolas' window. "This is my favorite garden. Most of these flowers stay alive year round."
"What if you pass out again? You will more than likely be slain by an orc whilst unconscious." He warned as he sat down beside her on one of the stone benches he had neglected to notice anytime before.
"This was Celebrian's garden, I believe. Galadriel told me she used to come here and play when she was young, before she moved to Rivendell." A smiled played on her lips, imagining a young Celebrian planting flowers and watering them.
"You've too tired to walk for a couple of hours as of late. How to you expect yourself to be able to fight for just as long?"
"I've always wanted to make a garden of my own. I wouldn't put so much purple in it but more tulips, daisies, and most of all lilies. Lilies are so beautiful don't you think?"
He glared at her, very frustrated and aggravated. "Stop changing the subject!" he exploded. "I really do not think it is a good idea for you to fight at Helm's Deep!"
She sighed, melodramatically and looked at him through dreamy eyes. "I am going to fight at Helm's Deep whether you approve of it or not. If Aragorn or Theoden forbids me to fight I shall then dress as a man and get in line. No one will know the difference and I'll still be fighting. Your fears are groundless, Legolas, I assure you."
His gaze turned to the dark soil in which the legs of the bench were embedded in. "I am just worried for your safety. That's all. You have been worried about me before haven't you?"
"Yes, I have." She said. Then they sat in silence for a moment. After that moment she looked up as though she had just remembered something. She reached to the chain that was around her neck. She fingered the pendant that depicted a graceful swan with its wings up and a sapphire embedded in the center then the simple silver lined diamond. She unclipped the swan and placed it into her pocket. Then she handed the necklace to Legolas.
"What is this?" he held it up in front of his face to get a better look.
"When you left Mirkwood and I was worried you told me not to and gave me that. Then you told me to give it back if ever you were worried about me." She smiled warmly. He smiled back, the memory flooding back to him.
"Hannon lle, mellon nin." He said softly. She just nodded.
Then she stood and took a deep breath. "Well I hate to interrupt this little moment of ours but I must go. I have things to attend to, most of which are trees I have not yet climbed."
He laughed as she walked briskly to the forest and disappeared within it shortly after.
She walked away from Legolas still sitting in the garden heading for the many trees of Lothlorien. In actuality she had probably already climbed every single tree there but it had been so long and she had forgotten most of them.
She searched eagerly for one special enough for her to climb and laid eyes on one after only a few minutes search. It looked like a fir tree with evenly spaced branches strong enough to hold her. The boughs were think and dark green and matched almost perfectly with her tunic.
With a grin she grabbed the lowest branch and propelled herself upwards, swinging around to hook her feet under another branch slightly above that one. With one last swing she sat upright on the branch, comfortable and ready to climb. Almost effortlessly she climbed higher and higher. Somewhere around the very top there was a gap in the veil of branches shielding her from the bright sunshine.
From her perch she could see the grounds of Lorien, just outside the Lord and Lady's talan. She could just barely make out a small swing hanging from a large maple. It looked old, even from so far away, and unattended as though it hadn't been used in years. It reminded her of before, when she was at home with her family. With her father.
Begin Flashback
"Higher, Ada, higher!" the little girl squealed in excitement as she swung back and forth at amazing speeds like a pendulum gone terribly wrong. Her father laughed merrily behind her.
"Alright Aradel, calm down." He pushed her again with all the force he could muster. "It would be terrible if you fell off now wouldn't it?"
She laughed. "Yes, it would hurt a lot. I would probably scrape my elbows and knees and hands and feet and maybe even bang my head." She said still grinning and laughing wildly. "And then Nanneth would get mad at you and send you to your room!"
"Hey!" he stopped the swing and started playfully poking her ribs. "Nanneth would not send me to my room!"
"Yes she would!" the little girl giggled and poked her father's forehead. "She sends me and my sister to her room so why not you?" Her face grew slightly more serious though she persisted in poking his head.
"Because you are a lot younger than Nanneth and I am about the same age." He replied screwing up his eyes to watch his little girl poking his head.
"But Nanneth told me she is a lot older than you."
"Well then…because I said so!" he poked her in the ribs again.
She giggled and poked his ribs as revenge but soon returned to his forehead. "Why do you and Nanneth have blonde hair but I have icky brown hair."
"Number one: It is not 'icky' it is a beautiful colour." He said brushing a lock of it out of her face. "Number two: I don't know. Maybe a distant relative has dark brown hair and by some miraculous chance you got their hair colour instead of ours."
She looked at him blankly for a moment, processing this thought. She didn't understand but she didn't want him to go into a long explanation like he did sometimes. "I don't like it." She stated bluntly. "I want pretty blonde hair like you." She grabbed a lock and held it in her hands. Then she got bored and let it fall back against his head.
She yawned and leaned against his chest. "Today was fun, Ada."
"Yes, it was Aradel. We should play on the swing more often." She nodded in agreement.
"Ada, can you carry me back to the house? I'm to tired from the fun to walk." she asked innocently as he stood.
"I'm sorry sweetie but my back is still sore from when you jumped on it when you didn't want to go to bed." She frowned. Then she grinned and attached herself to his boots. "What are you doing?"
"I don't want to walk but you do so you can walk for me and you!" she exclaimed with glee.
He sighed, there was nothing he could do about it now. So he started half walking half dragging his way back to the house, Aradel giggling and laughing all the way.
End Flashback
She smiled fondly at the memory and started to climb back down. In less than two minutes she was on the ground to face Legolas who apparently was waiting for her at the bottom.
A/N: Who do we think Aradel's father? Only i know and i don't think i'll be telling you any time soon. I can't believe this is the fortieth chapter! It seems like just yesterday i was posting the first and second chapters. Sigh. It's crazy how time flies when your having fun. And i have been having fun have you? Nehoo, bye-bye!:D
Mistopurr: Wow haven't had a review from you lately, lol! Yep Aragorn's pretty funny! Honestly i can't remember what your talking about 'cuase i don't read what i'm posting just very vaguely skim over it. But no matter, thanks anyway!:D
kougayurizoku: Oh, good healthy is always good. Unless it's brocoli. I hate brocoli but everyone i know does. Why, god why?! Ahem. I didn't think he should yell at her, that would be out of character for him i think. And ya i guess we'll never know who her father is. (yes we will don't worry its just an expression, we will...all in good time my friend) Thanks!:D
Elven Script: It does come in handy! I just noticed though. Celeborn does have a bigger part in the plot than i had originally thought he would. Him and Galadriel did have a daughter, Celebrian. She was captured and mutilated by orcs and stuff and she sailed across the sea, she didn't die. Congratulations on the long review!:D
Arein: Lol, she is very serious, yes Celeborn does want her alive for his own ends and stuff, and yes Legolas does care for her. Mostly as a friend (and what's not occupied by friendship maybe he considers her a sister or something i don't know yet) Very sharp, good job!:D
I like MINTS: Morbidness is good! I am morbid all the time without it my life would be empty. Like an empty shell. I love it when people almost kill/mutilate themselves! Sometimes i scrath little designs in my leg with a nail file. Just scrathing no cuts. I'm don't need phyciatric help!:D
Explinations
Upon seeing Aradel, Galadriel put the book back on its shelf.
"Hello, what is wrong with your neck?" she asked curiously.
"Oh that." She quickly noticed she was still running her hand over the wound. "I cut it."
"Well let me see. If it is not tended to it could get infected." Galadriel came up and forcefully took the other woman's hand away by the wrist. She gasped when she saw the deep gouge in her neck. "How did this happen and why have I not been informed?"
"Legolas was supposed to find you but I suppose he didn't." Aradel said with a slight hint of irritation.
"This was obviously not done by falling out of a tree, this looks as though someone cut you." Galadriel stated with a large amount of concern. "Who cut you?"
They locked eyes for a moment, then Aradel turned her gaze to the ground. "Can't you read my mind?"
"Test of trust, Aradel, lie if you wish."
She hesitated." He killed my father, I hate him so much."
"Celeborn did this!" The Lady's eyes widened in shock. "I knew he disliked you but he must have limits! I will not allow him to continue with this behavior. He just cannot go around harming my own-" Her ranting was interrupted by Aradel.
"It wasn't Celeborn, although I'm sure he is partly to blame." She said. "I did it. I wanted to see the look on his face."
"You did this?" she questioned looking even more shocked if that were possible. "You did this to yourself? I do not even know what to say."
"I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking. At least I didn't kill him."
"I don't think you are capable of killing him. No matter how you think he has ruined your life you wouldn't kill him." She smiled brightly.
"He did ruin my life and you know it."
She paused. "Yes I do. If I look in my heart I know it. How you must think me a fool for staying with him after what he did to you."
"No, love is weird. If I were you I would do exactly what you are doing." Aradel replied.
The Lady looked thoughtful for a moment then asked. "What would you see if you looked into my mirror, Aradel?"
She was slightly taken aback by this question and thought about it for a while. 'Probably the end of the world, knowing me.' Was her first thought. Perhaps the death of someone important, Thranduil maybe. Maybe she would see the Valinor, in all it's glory doubtful though. Then she thought of what this question was supposed to mean, what was its purpose. An answer slithered into her head like a serpent along the sand.
"I would see my reflection." She answered. "In your mirror I would see myself reflected in the glass."
Galadriel smiled widely. "I have always said your words are wiser than your age."
"Well we have figured out why that is haven't we?"
"So you have figured it out then."
"Yes."
"Then please," she urged, "Explain."
"Well in my 'past life'" at this point Aradel quoted the words with her fingers. "I befriended a wizard. He apparently was my best and most dear friend. On my deathbed he took my 'spirit'" she quoted with her fingers again. "Into his staff and put it into the womb of whomever happened to be conceiving a child at the moment. That person was of course my current mother."
Galadriel paused a moment and looked thoughtfully at the woman who appeared to be only in her early thirties. "Your life is indeed very interesting."
"Quite." There was another pause in which there was naught but silence. Aradel's eyes traveled along the room, across the various titles of books she took a note to read later on. Then she remembered why she had come seeking Galadriel.
"I came here with actual intentions, Galadriel."
"That name still sounds strange in your voice." A slight smile played on her lips. "Go on."
"I needed some elaboration on 'I inherited my mother's mind' if you don't mind to explain." She requested humbly.
The Lady was about to begin explaining but Legolas walked in the entrance and swiftly walked to the two women. "My Lady." He bowed towards the Queen of Lorien then turned to Aradel. "Where have you been? I've been looking all over the place for you!"
"All over the place?" she raised a doubtful eyebrow.
"Alright in your room then down here but I really needed to see you!"
"Why didn't you check the grounds? That's where I usually reside on a day of such beauty as this morning."
He stared blankly. "I've forgotten." He replied. "I had a reason but now I've forgotten."
Aradel shook her head to clear it. "Anyway, what did you need me for?"
He continued to stare blankly. "I've forgotten." He repeated. "Thank you very much Aradel, I've forgotten." He said sarcastically. "Why are you down here?"
"I'm talking to Galadriel, if you don't mind." She exclaimed, mock indignantly.
"That sounds interesting. As to the subject of what?" he asked innocently.
"She was about to tell me more about my sickness. Without disclosing any personal information of course." She smiled knowingly at Galadriel.
"Of course." She began, then turned to Aradel. "Well you see your mother's mind is very complicated. It's very much like my own, with small hints of telepathy and foresight. Both those attributes take a lot of brain space and to push it all in there within two days would cause an enormous amount of stress on the frontal lobe."
At this point she explanatorily pointed to Aradel's forehead. "That's exactly what you did. That stress would cause lack of blood flow to the brain, though in a very minor way, causing you to pass out."
They stood for a moment, absorbing the new information. "Have you ever been a healer?" Aradel asked.
"No, why?"
"You have no idea how medically trained you just sounded." She replied.
"Well I'm a lot older than you two." She smiled satisfactorily.
Aradel scowled mockingly and Legolas tried to seem amused in a way that was still respectful. The result was a rather dumb looking grin.
"Well I must be off. I have paperwork to attend to." she nodded slightly to them both and left, her impossibly white dress sweeping behind her.
Legolas turned to his companion. "How long to you plan on staying here?"
"Well we should leave tomorrow if we want to meet Aragorn and the other's at Helm's Deep." She started to walk out of the library and into the halls, supposedly heading for the main hall.
"You still want to fight at Helm's Deep?" he asked, slightly aghast.
"Of course, why should I not fight? I am of good capability, there is not reason for me not to fight." She replied calmly, turning her head ever so slightly for him to hear better.
"What of your condition? Is your mind in a right state to be fighting?" he argued.
"It is, I assure you. I will fight along side the other men and soldiers of Rohan." They stepped out into the bright sunshine of the afternoon. Aradel headed towards the garden that lay below Legolas' window. "This is my favorite garden. Most of these flowers stay alive year round."
"What if you pass out again? You will more than likely be slain by an orc whilst unconscious." He warned as he sat down beside her on one of the stone benches he had neglected to notice anytime before.
"This was Celebrian's garden, I believe. Galadriel told me she used to come here and play when she was young, before she moved to Rivendell." A smiled played on her lips, imagining a young Celebrian planting flowers and watering them.
"You've too tired to walk for a couple of hours as of late. How to you expect yourself to be able to fight for just as long?"
"I've always wanted to make a garden of my own. I wouldn't put so much purple in it but more tulips, daisies, and most of all lilies. Lilies are so beautiful don't you think?"
He glared at her, very frustrated and aggravated. "Stop changing the subject!" he exploded. "I really do not think it is a good idea for you to fight at Helm's Deep!"
She sighed, melodramatically and looked at him through dreamy eyes. "I am going to fight at Helm's Deep whether you approve of it or not. If Aragorn or Theoden forbids me to fight I shall then dress as a man and get in line. No one will know the difference and I'll still be fighting. Your fears are groundless, Legolas, I assure you."
His gaze turned to the dark soil in which the legs of the bench were embedded in. "I am just worried for your safety. That's all. You have been worried about me before haven't you?"
"Yes, I have." She said. Then they sat in silence for a moment. After that moment she looked up as though she had just remembered something. She reached to the chain that was around her neck. She fingered the pendant that depicted a graceful swan with its wings up and a sapphire embedded in the center then the simple silver lined diamond. She unclipped the swan and placed it into her pocket. Then she handed the necklace to Legolas.
"What is this?" he held it up in front of his face to get a better look.
"When you left Mirkwood and I was worried you told me not to and gave me that. Then you told me to give it back if ever you were worried about me." She smiled warmly. He smiled back, the memory flooding back to him.
"Hannon lle, mellon nin." He said softly. She just nodded.
Then she stood and took a deep breath. "Well I hate to interrupt this little moment of ours but I must go. I have things to attend to, most of which are trees I have not yet climbed."
He laughed as she walked briskly to the forest and disappeared within it shortly after.
She walked away from Legolas still sitting in the garden heading for the many trees of Lothlorien. In actuality she had probably already climbed every single tree there but it had been so long and she had forgotten most of them.
She searched eagerly for one special enough for her to climb and laid eyes on one after only a few minutes search. It looked like a fir tree with evenly spaced branches strong enough to hold her. The boughs were think and dark green and matched almost perfectly with her tunic.
With a grin she grabbed the lowest branch and propelled herself upwards, swinging around to hook her feet under another branch slightly above that one. With one last swing she sat upright on the branch, comfortable and ready to climb. Almost effortlessly she climbed higher and higher. Somewhere around the very top there was a gap in the veil of branches shielding her from the bright sunshine.
From her perch she could see the grounds of Lorien, just outside the Lord and Lady's talan. She could just barely make out a small swing hanging from a large maple. It looked old, even from so far away, and unattended as though it hadn't been used in years. It reminded her of before, when she was at home with her family. With her father.
Begin Flashback
"Higher, Ada, higher!" the little girl squealed in excitement as she swung back and forth at amazing speeds like a pendulum gone terribly wrong. Her father laughed merrily behind her.
"Alright Aradel, calm down." He pushed her again with all the force he could muster. "It would be terrible if you fell off now wouldn't it?"
She laughed. "Yes, it would hurt a lot. I would probably scrape my elbows and knees and hands and feet and maybe even bang my head." She said still grinning and laughing wildly. "And then Nanneth would get mad at you and send you to your room!"
"Hey!" he stopped the swing and started playfully poking her ribs. "Nanneth would not send me to my room!"
"Yes she would!" the little girl giggled and poked her father's forehead. "She sends me and my sister to her room so why not you?" Her face grew slightly more serious though she persisted in poking his head.
"Because you are a lot younger than Nanneth and I am about the same age." He replied screwing up his eyes to watch his little girl poking his head.
"But Nanneth told me she is a lot older than you."
"Well then…because I said so!" he poked her in the ribs again.
She giggled and poked his ribs as revenge but soon returned to his forehead. "Why do you and Nanneth have blonde hair but I have icky brown hair."
"Number one: It is not 'icky' it is a beautiful colour." He said brushing a lock of it out of her face. "Number two: I don't know. Maybe a distant relative has dark brown hair and by some miraculous chance you got their hair colour instead of ours."
She looked at him blankly for a moment, processing this thought. She didn't understand but she didn't want him to go into a long explanation like he did sometimes. "I don't like it." She stated bluntly. "I want pretty blonde hair like you." She grabbed a lock and held it in her hands. Then she got bored and let it fall back against his head.
She yawned and leaned against his chest. "Today was fun, Ada."
"Yes, it was Aradel. We should play on the swing more often." She nodded in agreement.
"Ada, can you carry me back to the house? I'm to tired from the fun to walk." she asked innocently as he stood.
"I'm sorry sweetie but my back is still sore from when you jumped on it when you didn't want to go to bed." She frowned. Then she grinned and attached herself to his boots. "What are you doing?"
"I don't want to walk but you do so you can walk for me and you!" she exclaimed with glee.
He sighed, there was nothing he could do about it now. So he started half walking half dragging his way back to the house, Aradel giggling and laughing all the way.
End Flashback
She smiled fondly at the memory and started to climb back down. In less than two minutes she was on the ground to face Legolas who apparently was waiting for her at the bottom.
A/N: Who do we think Aradel's father? Only i know and i don't think i'll be telling you any time soon. I can't believe this is the fortieth chapter! It seems like just yesterday i was posting the first and second chapters. Sigh. It's crazy how time flies when your having fun. And i have been having fun have you? Nehoo, bye-bye!:D
Mistopurr: Wow haven't had a review from you lately, lol! Yep Aragorn's pretty funny! Honestly i can't remember what your talking about 'cuase i don't read what i'm posting just very vaguely skim over it. But no matter, thanks anyway!:D
kougayurizoku: Oh, good healthy is always good. Unless it's brocoli. I hate brocoli but everyone i know does. Why, god why?! Ahem. I didn't think he should yell at her, that would be out of character for him i think. And ya i guess we'll never know who her father is. (yes we will don't worry its just an expression, we will...all in good time my friend) Thanks!:D
Elven Script: It does come in handy! I just noticed though. Celeborn does have a bigger part in the plot than i had originally thought he would. Him and Galadriel did have a daughter, Celebrian. She was captured and mutilated by orcs and stuff and she sailed across the sea, she didn't die. Congratulations on the long review!:D
Arein: Lol, she is very serious, yes Celeborn does want her alive for his own ends and stuff, and yes Legolas does care for her. Mostly as a friend (and what's not occupied by friendship maybe he considers her a sister or something i don't know yet) Very sharp, good job!:D
I like MINTS: Morbidness is good! I am morbid all the time without it my life would be empty. Like an empty shell. I love it when people almost kill/mutilate themselves! Sometimes i scrath little designs in my leg with a nail file. Just scrathing no cuts. I'm don't need phyciatric help!:D
