A/N: It's starting up.... it's rolling..... I hope you all like it! Review and tell me if you think I'm a hopeless romantic and a Drama Queen, just tell me what you think and what I should do with it.

This is a Maranwë oriented chapter, Larien'll get a really short one next time. Review, email, and IM me with what you think.

Going to the doctor and damn I feel like crap. I'll be back later, and thank you to all my reviewers!

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)Maranwë(

I heard a knock on my door. "Tulien," I called, throwing over my light overdress. Coming

Turning the knob, Boromir stood before me, one hand behind his back, the other reaching for my own. "Good evening m'lady," he said, kissing my hand.

"Aiya. Good evening, Boromir." Oh

"For you," he said, taking a bouquet of roses from behind him. "Aiya, Boromir! You shouldn't have," I insisted, smelling them. Taking a closer look, I saw that eleven of the roses were real and one was fake, cloth-like in texture.

"I will love you until the last rose dies," he said quietly, stroking my cheek. "I had to tell you, Maranwë, or I would not have been able to live with myself another day. I love you."

I looked deep into his eyes that now revealed something that I hadn't seen in him before. He then leaned forward and covered my mouth with his own. With that action, I was finally able to realize that I loved Boromir in return. The night of the party had not been simply under drink- he had done it because he loved me.

But he quickly pulled away, regret written all over his face, and slowly walked away. I couldn't watch him walk away like that. I flung the roses into my room and shut the door before I ran down the hall. "Boromir," I called to his retreating back before he had taken four steps. He spun around and I leaped into his arms, kissing him.

He leaned back, pulling away from my face. "Maranwë, what-"

I didn't let him finish. I brought my mouth back up to cover his and this time he did nothing to stop me. "Boromir," I whispered when I had slowly let him go. "I love you. I love you so much."

He brought his head back down to mine, pressing me against the wall. I turned us over so he was pushing me against the door of my room. I reached back and turned the knob anxiously. We both bounded into my bedchamber and sat down on the padded bench at the foot of my bed.

"I love you too, Maranwë. I've loved you since the moment I laid eyes on you," he murmured hungrily when he gave himself a moment to breathe. Then he continued kissing me gently, working his hands up from my hips to my shoulders. I moaned into him as he tangled my hair in his hands. Then he let go of me and stood up. I gazed at him confusedly. "I'm sorry," he said quietly as he walked out the door and shut it behind him.

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)Legolas(

I just collapsed into the chair by the window. I buried my face in my hands and sighed, defeated.

There was a burning feeling in the depths of my soul. I knew then that my worst fear had been realized.

I was so in another universe that I had hardly heard the knock on the door. "Tula mi?" I said, unsure if I was hallucinating. Come in

Aragorn poked his head in the door. "Did you see?"

"See what?" His mouth took on the form of a smirk and frown in one as he walked in and said, "Boromir just walked out of Maranw's bedchamber."

My chest numbed with those words. I bit my lip, holding in my numerous emotions.

"But," he continued, "fully clothed, I'm happy to report."

"Terrific," I said sarcastically.

"What's wrong?" he asked concernedly, slumping down in the seat across from me.

"Nothing," I lied.

"I know you do not speak the truth," he replied.

"Indeed." "I know you are not that eager to speak on the subject, but may I just ask you a question?"

"If I were to say no, would I have a choice?"

"No, not really," chuckled Aragorn.

"Go on, then."

"What did she say when you told her that you love her?"

I stuttered, looking down at my feet, "I... I haven't... tried to tell her yet..."

He went from chuckling to straight-faced and almost angry. "Get up now," he ordered. "You have got to win her back."

I picked my head up. "Are you out of your ever-loving mind?"

"Yes, but that's not the point," he said, pulling me up from my seat. "The point is that you have yearned for her ever since you were an elf-ling. Whose first words to Maranwë were 'Im nautha lle naa bain'?" I think you are beautiful

"Mine were," I said, my confidence building.

He smiled tentatively. "Who had insomnia for three hundred years solely caused by thoughts of her?"

"I did," I answered.

"Well who should tell Maranwë of his obviously strong feelings for her?" he questioned encouragingly.

"I should," I said proudly, losing all my confidence when I had done so, falling back into my chair. "No, wait, I can't."

"You know what, Legolas? You're right. Just because you've desired that maiden practically since you have known her and want her more than life itself doesn't mean you should tell her. I mean, what's the sense in that, right?" He sat down and crossed his leg over the other, leisurely folding his hands over his chest.

"I don't mean that-"

"Damn right you don't!" he hollered, losing his leisurely pose. "You can't just sit around and wait for things to happen, Legolas! You have to make them happen for yourself!"

"Well then, Aragorn, what the bloody fuck do you suppose I do?!" I shouted, standing upright, voicing the most anger I ever had at him.

He got up after a moment of silence. "Go and tell her," he whispered before walking out. "You don't want to, but you need to."

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)Maranwë(

I sighed. There was no reason to let my mind dwell on it so. I shouldn't be torturing myself. There was no need for it.

Instantly a hand clamped down on my shoulder and a "Boo!" echoed the stillness of the evening. I screamed and nearly jumped out of my own skin. Another hand went over my mouth and a familiar voice behind me said, "Are you okay?" I nodded and was released. Legolas came into view and sat on the ivory bench across from me.

"Scare me half to death, why don't you," I panted when the immediate shock had subsided.

He smiled and chortled under his breath. "Im hiraetha, hiril nîn. Im avorn theli na." I'm sorry, my lady. I did not mean to

"Do you find this funny, Legolas, like some kind of joke?"

"To be quite honest," he replied, still chuckling, "I have not played a joke on anyone in centuries, and I actually did find that rather funny." His laughter then increased.

"You would find it funny," I said, smiling playfully. He continued laughing increasingly harder. "Oh, shut up!" I squealed, slapping his knee, and my annoyance made him chuckle all the more.

"So what on Middle-earth is going on with you and Boromir?" he questioned slyly when he had finally finished laughing.

I giggled. "And why on Middle-earth do you want to know?"

"Because," he said for lack of a good excuse.

"Well, I don't know," I said, resting my head on my fist.

"I think he has feelings for you," Legolas pointed out, his smile appearing suddenly, then fading. "Do you reciprocate them?"

I realized then that he was probably a little drunk, or maybe he was still just being playful. Whatever it was, it was confusing, yet I didn't mind it. "Do you think you're being forward enough?" I asked.

"Absolutely not," he replied. I giggled. But then he became totally serious. "Well, I have to admit that if he does have feelings for you and you reciprocate those feelings, Boromir is indeed a lucky man."

I squinted at him. "Legolas, what are you trying to say?"

He leaned forward gently, resting his chin on his folded hands. "Something I should have told you a very long time ago. I'm just damned that someone else told you the same thing first."

"What, Legolas? What is it?" He lowered his arms.

"Maranwë, I love you," he said softly. I gasped deeply. His fingertips covered my icy lips again. "Are you okay?" I shakily nodded. "Good," he replied, moving his hand away and replacing it with his own mouth.

My eyes widened in shock and thoughts raced frantically through my mind. 'He can't do this... I can't do this... Why-' But this was different. Boromir was light, gentle, and tender. Legolas' kiss was full of want, desire, and more passion than I was used to. The touch of his hand behind my neck burned, coursing sizzling heat through all of me. When I came back to reality, I realized I was kissing him back.

After a while, Legolas lightly pulled away, making me desire him more than I should have at that moment. "Peninea nîn," he murmured after a brief moment of awkward silence. My apologies Then he was about to get up from beside me, but I stopped him.

"No. Please don't leave," I said quietly, pulling him back down to meet me. I could tell by the feel of his mouth that he was smiling like his birthday had come early. He kissed me once more lightly, but then pulled back. "I had to tell you, Maranwë, or I would not have been able to live with myself another day. I'm so in love with you." His lips touched mine again, but then he rose and left.

My mind was a jumble of emotions. I was so confused. I clutched my robe around me as the night wind brushed against my skin. The mist of the waterfall was heavy as it sprayed upon me, but I was numb to everything. I could no longer feel anything. I could not think, I could not move.

Why had I accepted his kiss? I thought I loved Boromir, and if I truly had, I would have pushed Legolas away. But I hadn't. Legolas had just made me go insane. I was a prisoner to his will, and I put up no fight.

Why was it that when Boromir left me last night I had let him go, but when Legolas was about to I had stopped him?

I knew in my heart that I loved Boromir- I burst every time I saw him, and I had lost something precious of mine to him that could never be replaced. I had known Legolas forever, ever since he uttered, "Im nautha lle naa bain," which now explained a lot. There was only one logical reason-- I was in love with two different men.

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