The sky was black and the hour was late. Bridget hid a yawn behind her hand.

"And that is how Legolas and I met," Miniel was saying. The crowd oohed and ahhed, Bridget rolled her eyes and glared at the floor.

"I wonder, could the Lady Palanél tell us a story?"

"Oh, Miniel, I could never tell one quitelike yours," was the innocent response. Miniel half smiled, unsure if it was a compliment or an insult.

"Try anyways!" the elleth encouraged, hiding a smirk. Bridget smiled at her.

"Well, I am sure no one could tell a better story then Miniel just did, but mine…I think you will like mine….There was an elleth long ago, she was fair as the sun in winter, pale and shining. Her hair was the color of pale gold. But this day the elleth was fuming, she was most angry with her mother, and was not watching where she was going. This day, an elven lord was visiting her home, and she crashed into him, sending them into a most unelven heap. This elleth was embarrassed, the tips of her ears were a delicate shade of pink, and the elven lord was enchanted. 'Fair Lady, pray, tell me your name!' he begged her. A small grin enhanced her fair face. 'My Lord, I am of no importance!' she insisted, but the elf lord would not yield, and so she gave him a fake name. 'I am Silivhel, daughter to these woods.' He smiled. 'Your name suits you fair lady, shall I tell you my name?' 'Nay,' she said, 'for it shall make things more interesting!' this elleth had a scheme in mind you see, she was going to drive this elf lord, who was clearly smitten, to insanity. Now the elf lord searched for her for three days, whenever he saw an elf he would question 'I am looking for Silivhel, a fair maiden with golden hair, please, do you know where she is?' 'Nay,' they would say, 'no Silivhel lives here.' He was about to leave, utterly discouraged when he heard a voice say 'You seek the maiden Silivhel?'

'Aye!' he cried, 'I do!' the elven woman stepped out. 'She has done it again! Her name is not Silivhel, though perhaps it suits her, her name is Celebrian, perhaps you shall have more luck with that!' and the maiden left him. As she left another stepped from the trees.

'Fair Silivhel! Why did you lie to me?' he asked her. 'I did not lie, I gave only a different name, but now, you seem to love me. Why', and so they fell in love, and they lived many happy years." As she finished speaking she glanced at Aragorn, he was smiling and shaking his head, she made her way over.

"That was the story of my Ada and Celebrían!" he chuckled.

"It was!" she acknowledged. He sighed and rolled his eyes, a grin forming on his features.

"You are insufferable!" he informed her with a grin. Bridget grinned and sat down next to Aragorn, running a hand through her hair.

"He is less than thrilled," she muttered to, nodding at Legolas. The ranger nodded, watching his friend with slight concern as the Prince conversed with Miniel. Anyone who just saw the prince would think he was amused, but Aragorn could tell by the over polite expression on his face that the prince was bored out of his mind and contemplating murder. The king, however, was the picture of rapt attention, appearing to hang on every word.

"Legolas, come here, I need your opinion!" he called to the elf. Legolas jumped up and grabbed the two humans by the wrist, knowing a chance for escape when presented with one. He yanked them out of the hall and towards the gardens, winding his way through the maze to the center, and plopping himself down on the fountain in a most unelven way.

"That elleth is the most insufferable, incorrigible, unentertaining, obnoxious, self-absorbed, air headed, dimwitted elf I have ever had the horror of meeting!" the elven prince raged. Bridget smiled sympathetically at the clearly disgruntled elf. But Aragorn frowned worriedly, the expression on the king's face as the elven maiden had spoke was almost disconcerting, the King never doted that much on anyone, not even Legolas. With a sigh he turned back to whatever Bridget was saying.

"Miniel is annoying," she said in elvish, then repeated it in her own language. Aragorn watched Legolas struggle to say it, and then heard Bridget muttering under her breath, he caught the word Miniel and Willies.

"Miniel is the willies," he said seriously. Blinking as Bridget laughed hysterically.

"What did I say?"

"Miniel can not be the willies, Miniel can give you the willies!"

"All she has given me is a headache," Legolas muttered from the corner, rubbing his head for emphasis.

"It is like someone giving you a scare, or is that too English of a saying?"

"No, it makes sense."

"Oh," he said, turning to glance at the elf. "Legolas!" Bridget spun around to see the elf face down in the fountain, her eyes widened as she hauled him from the water. The elf sputtered a bit.

"Sorry, I dosed off," he muttered, wiping water out of his eyes. Aragorn's frown increased.

"Estel, what is it?" Bridget questioned, noting the slightly pale complexion.

"Legolas, your eyes were closed…"

"Estel, don't worry, please. I am fine," the elf assured him immediately.

"I don't trust her," the concern was evident in the man's voice.

"Estel, the woman can barely count to ten, please, stop worrying." Estel grinned at the elf, and it was Bridget who now frowned. Why does this seem so familiar? She questioned herself. It almost feels like high school…how odd…Bridget shook her head and handed the elf Aragorn's cloak, ignoring his protests that elves didn't get cold.

"I really don't care, you are sopping wet, now go change," she insisted. The elf ginned wickedly.

"You sound like Elladan, mother," he dodged the acorn that came flying at his head.

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Legolas tapped his leg in annoyance. Where on earth is that human! He thought irritably. A knock sounded at the door.

"Estel, since when do you…oh, Miniel…and Bridget!" the last was said with notably more enthusiasm.

"My Prince."

"Legolas."

"You haven't seen Estel, have you Bridgie?" he asked her. Miniel raised an eyebrow.

"Do tell me, won't you, what is a Bridgie?" Bridget glanced irritably at the elleth.

"He was addressing me, so what do you think it is?"

"An irritable human apparently!" was the retort in a would be jesting manner.

"Ah yes, the smart response," Bridget was getting more irritable by the second.

"Erm, excuse Miniel Bridget, I believe she was trying to make a joke," Legolas said in a half-hearted attempt to diffuse the situation. He really could not have cared less whether or not Bridget tore the elven maiden apart; he didn't however want to explain to his father why he did nothing to stop it.

"Sorry," Bridget muttered, glaring at the elleth as she explored Legolas' room. Legolas was fidgeting nervously, something wasn't right. Something felt incredibly off to him. It was an unnerving feeling.

"Oh my prince, your room is amazing! I do hope this will be our room once we are married!" Miniel was saying. Bridget looked as if she was contemplating murder, and Legolas was planning to throw himself out the window. Miniel smiled secretly, things were going well. An agonized cry bit through the still night air. And a single word was uttered from both Legolas and Bridget's lips.

"Estel!"

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I swear! You guys know me to well! I can't STAND not updating. But I have been taking lessons from Cassia and the Write sisters. –Evil grin- . I have actually written a cliffy! I am so proud of myself! Anyways, reviews. Or you won't find out from me what happened to Aragorn. And don't assume the other reader will review for you.