Disclaimer: I don't own anything that belongs to Tolken. See, pretty self-explanatory.

Cyberwing: Ok I'll say it again even though I have mentioned it in my first chapter. I don't know anything about Tolken because I have never read the book before. So the stuff I got is either from the movies or from fanfictions. I'll be changing a lot of stuff so that it will fit better into my story. Also, English is not my first language; therefore it is difficult for me to be perfect in my grammar. However, this is also why I need to write more so that I can get better at it. So forgive me if you do not like the stuff I mentioned above. However, there's no point in me explaining since people don't read this anyways. Sigh.

I just saw Pirates of the Caribbean today! It is so funny. I love every part of it. There are good fighting scenes and there's good humour. And of course, there's Orlando Bloom. Even though he's no longer an elf or blond, it's alright. I still love him! Go watch it!! Oh well, I am blabbing on again, bad habit of mine, I better shut up so you can read.

"" dialogue &thought (don't ask, the italic doesn't work for some damn reason)

Don't Love Me Too Much-ch3

Narie closed the white wooden door and locked it. Narie sighed; it was just not her day. She went home after her parents left. After all, what else could she do? Beat Lord Elrond up? Hell no! He rarely got angry with anyone, Narie was afraid of what he would do if he did. She quickly gathered the things she would need during her travel and waited till dark before she made her escape.

The night was cool and the full moon shined brightly in the dark sky, allowing her to see clearly during the night than it would have been otherwise. She looked around. All the houses around her neighborhood were dark, and there were no signs of movement. She assumed that they were asleep, which was a good thing because it made escaping much easier.

She placed her pack on the ground and bent down beside it, with her legs wide apart, gangster style. If her parents saw her doing this, they would have blow a fuse. No one would have approved the position she was in now. She was currently wearing a gray tunic; a spaghetti strapped brown dress on top that reaches down to her ankle, and a brown leather belt. Parts of her legs were exposed with her being in that position. But her parents weren't here now; therefore, she was able to do what she wanted. It would be a lot better if that damn playboy weren't my fiancé. Damn it! Don't get yourself pissed off. Remember, you'll be fine. If you stand strong and explain it to King Thranduil, he'll understand and cancel the wedding. After all, they are the royal family; they won't force a young, poor, innocent girl into walking down the aisle with that damn womanizer. That'll happen when Hell freezes over. Narie shivered at the thought. I'll just kill myself before that ever happens.

Such a warming idea. Narie smirked sadistically, hell if that is the case. I'll take him down with me. What in the Middle Earth am I thinking? If it ever comes to that, I'll kill him instead and runaway. Dying for him is definitely not worth it. One more reason to hate him, because of him, I have to runaway from home. I mean, we have nothing in common, if I am going to marry him; we'll probably spend the rest of our lives arguing with one another. After all, I like books while he likes women; he likes to fight like a barbarian while I am civilized and like to work things out the diplomatic way…

However, Nari thought for a moment, that won't be the case when I get my hands on him though, it had nothing to do with being civilized or not anymore. It is more about eliminating a problem. As the saying goes, 'when you encounter a problem, you can choose between jumping over it or going around it. If not, you can also pound it to the ground and grind it into dust.' The more Narie pondered about it, the more she liked it…

Hm…eliminating a problem…pound him to the ground…

If only she realized how similar her thoughts were when they were being compared to those of Legolas'.

She shook her head and opened her pack. What was she thinking, that was a long way from now. She made sure that she got all the stuff needed for her trip. Some clothes, food, items use for cooking and eating, blankets, a map, a compass, and my favorite sketchbook with some drawing equipments. She adjusted her dagger, which was placed inside her right boot, so that it was no longer uncomfortable and looped the short rope of her sword tightly around her belt. At last, she took of her glasses and placed it in a box. There is no point in keeping your reputation when no one is around you.

Well…more like letting other people recognize her easily due to her reputation…

She looked at her home for the last time. She will always remember how she used to spend most of her afternoon on a swing, which was attached to the willow tree in front of the house. The curtains were drawn, letting no one see anything in the house. She began to miss this place already and she was only in front of the house! But she knew that her freedom was more important. If she stayed here, she'll lose all the chance of escaping and the freedom of doing her what she wanted. It will be better to be homesick in the future and have a chance to come back than to regret for the rest of her life for her stupidity. The stable was only on the left of the house and that was now close her freedom was.

She opened the wooden door, which led her into the stable. She didn't bother to light the lamps in it, the moonlight would suffice. The smells of hay and horse droppings were really strong. How she hated the stable, when was the last time she set foot in the stable again? She gulped, she never liked horses. Her last experience with them was hell, and she never rode again from then on, alone anyway. But she needed a damn horse, for she was heading to Loren first before going to Mirkwoods. Walking, was definitely not an option.

She pulled a black horse out from the stable by the rein. She didn't know whether if it was a good horse or not, nor could she tell whether the horse was fitted for short distance sprinting or long distance traveling. She usually just picked a horse out by random. But now, since there was only one horse in the stable, she had no problem choosing. She would've called it by its name if she could only recall it. She didn't even think she had seen it before until tonight. But that was no longer important. She placed a saddle and her pack onto the back of the horse. However, she didn't get on it. Galloping in Rivendell would only wake people up.

That is the problem you have when you live with people who have keen hearing. Dropping a pin was already enough to wake them all up. She prayed that they would not get up until she was far enough.

"Come on," Narie patted it on the head. She slowly began pulling him out of the stable. As she passed the place she called home, she walked by many places that made up her past. No point in turning back now, Narie. You have gone too far. Remember, all the pain you are experiencing is because of that gigolo. He can't live without woman. I heard that he needs at least one woman in his bed every night! (A/N: When did Legolas become a gigoloBut the second part is true, to some extend anyway.) Probably because he's hiding the fact that he can't—

Narie chuckled to herself and cross the stone bridge that will lead her out of Rivendell. She saw a cloaked figure at the left end of the bridge. The face of the figure remained hidden by his hood. She stood at some distance from the figure, thinking whether she should confront him or just walk on by. She had made up her mind; she was going to walk past him and pretend that she didn't see him.

Narie moved onto the other side of the horse, as she tried to have the horse go in between the figure and her. She had her hand gripping the handle of her short sword. Pulling on the rein, she walked faster.

"Leaving without saying good bye to your Uncle Elrond," the figure said with amusement.

From the sound of his voce, she knew who he is. She groaned as she rubbed her temple. Valar! Why did you have to make him show up! Is this is a sign telling me that I am destined to stay? Or is this a sign telling me I should punch him in the nose? Well, now that I got Valar's approval--

Lord Elrond pulled back his hood, his light brown hair shone brightly in the night. There was something in his eyes that she did not like. It was as if he was planning something.

Narie shivered. She didn't' know how to explain her feeling toward Lord Elrond. One moment, he can be warm and friendly, and you would feel comfortable confiding in him. But the next minute, you would be raising your guard because he looked threatening, in ways that you cannot comprehend. It is a gut feeling.

For some reason, she felt that Lord Elrond was one of those cunning people who could sell you without you knowing, and the sad part is you'll be the one counting the money for him. Well, now was one of those moments.

Lord Elrond, probably sensing her anxiety, gave a warm smile and the glow in his eyes disappeared.

Narie looked at him straight in the eyes, "you have the gift of foresight, and you know what I am about to do. Now, we can skip the unnecessary introductions and go right into the subject. One question: are you going to let me go? You know how much influence you have in me. If you say 'no' then without a second thought I will listen to you, even though my heart tells me otherwise."

Lord Elrond walked in front of her and placed his left hand on her shoulder, "I'll won't get in your way if you have already made your decision. I trust that you'll be able to get to your destination safely as you are completely capable of taking care of yourself in the wild. But remember, do not go head-to-head with those who will cause harm to you, go around it. You are at a disadvantage for you cannot fight."

Narie tried to blink the tears in her eyes away, but she failed, and the tears fell down her cheek. She didn't even bother to wipe her tears away. Instead, she went forward and wrapped her hands around Lord Elrond. "Thank you."

Lord Elrond patted her shoulder and gently wiped her tears away with his index finger. "You better get going now. Here, take this as a safety charm." He placed a golden bracelet on her wrist.

Narie looked at the golden bracelet; it was carve with an ancient language that she couldn't decipher. (A/N: This has nothing to do with Sauron's ring.) She grinned sheepishly, feeling guilty that she actually wanted to punch him in the nose. "Good bye."

With that she walked up the long steep path that led out of the cloven vale of Rivendell.

Lord Elrond sighed, little did she know; the gears of destiny had already locked into place, they were only waiting for the right movement to begin turning. No one will be able to interfere nor escape from it; not even he, who has the gift of foresight. He watched Narie disappeared into the night before he turned to walk back to his house.

Meanwhile Legolas--

Legolas rode as quick as possible. By the time he got back to the palace, it was already morning. Without wasting anytime, he stormed down the hallway, which lead to his father's den. There was fire in his eyes; his aura made him looked as if he was the devil himself. The servants all moved out of his way, in fear that they would be 'burned to ashes'.

Legolas stopped in front of the wooden door. He took a deep breath, and he knocked. After hearing his fathers say 'come in'. He entered, gently closing the door behind him. He needed to be as calm as possible in order to solve this dilemma. After all, it was his father who he was about to confront.

Well this is the end of chapter 3. On one hand, we have Narie here who is going to find her friends. But where are her friends? Will they be any good to Narie? But then again, we have Legolas here trying to do whatever he's going to do to cancel this engagement. Will he succeed? Of course not! Or else this would put me out of work. But what will he do after? How will his friends come into play? Continue reading to find out! Right now, please review so I'll know what you think about it. Thanks for reading!