A/N: There is no insanity in this chapter…wonder how that happened…oh well, read it anyway.

Amanda's POV

I walked down the Dining Hall an hour after Legolas came screaming for Belinda's head. I stopped in front of the Dining Hall door to see Aragorn standing there.

"What happened? Where is Belinda?" He looked away from me. "Oh no. What'd she do?" I asked in dread.

"You mean besides turning Legolas's hair pink?" Aragorn asked quizzically.

"Yeah, besides that. That's actually pretty normal for her. I had thought she'd do something much worse. But I suppose she isn't truly mad at him," I said thoughtfully.

"Why do you think that?" Aragorn asked.

"If she was truly mad at him, he'd be on fire right now," I said, my voice staying completely calm.

"I understand," he said in a tone of voice that clearly said he did not understand at all.

"Where is Belinda now?" I asked.

"Lord Elrond has forced her and Legolas to stay in their rooms until one of them apologizes. Before Legolas went into his room, he boasted that she would come to him in a day," Aragorn explained.

I shook my head. "That'll never happen," I said in amusement.

"Why not?"

"As long as I have known her, Belinda has never apologized to a man first," I stated.

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Four days passed and my amusement turned to anxiety. Apparently, I wasn't the only one. From what I heard from Lord Elrond, Legolas kept asking about Belinda. I finally decided to try and talk to Belinda. I went up to Belinda's room, where guards were still outside the door. Even though I didn't have anything with me, they still searched my person, which I strongly protested against. When I finally got through their interrogation, I went through the door and saw Belinda standing at on the balcony, looking out into the world.

"Belinda, it's been four days. Don't you think that this has gone on long enough? Can't you just apologize and get it over with?" I asked in quiet desperation. Belinda didn't turn around for a moment. It almost seemed as if she hadn't heard me. I was about to repeat myself when she turned around. I took a small step back. I didn't like the look in her eyes. It looked haunted, hollow, as if she didn't have any purpose in life anymore. I had only seen this once before. It scared me then and it still scared me now.

"There's no way in Hell that's going to happen, Amanda," she said with a serious tone.

I looked into her eyes and saw that even though she still had that haunted look, she still had her pride. She would not apologize unless Legolas apologized first.

As I looked at her, I wished more than ever that there was some way I could help the woman that had become like my sister, but I knew that I never could relate to what she had gone through over the years. All the choices that she made, choices I had tried to stop her from making, but failed. Some of them I hadn't even known about.

When I had found her lying in her own pool of blood that cold night, I was ashamed at mostly myself for not seeing that coming. I had failed as a best friend to help her. I was determined not to make the same mistake again. I would help her get better, no matter what it took.

I gave Belinda a small hug before leaving her room to go to Legolas's room, where elves still searched me for food. When I went through the door, I saw Legolas sitting on his bed.

"Oh, I thought you might have been the red-haired one," Legolas said. I saw the eager look on his face disappear as he saw that it was me.

"Legolas, I've known Belinda for years. I've been with her through a lot and seen her make choices that even she herself cannot change. I tried to help her, but I was powerless. She almost withered away once because of my negligence. I won't let it happen again.

"She won't apologize to you first. She has too much pride for it. Please, just apologize to her. She looks so haunted. Being cooped up inside there has probably forced her to be reliving memories that she shouldn't be reliving. I don't know how much longer she'll last. Please, apologize," I cried out, the tears beginning to stream down my cheeks.

Legolas looked at me for a long moment. There was nothing but silence between us for almost five minutes. When he spoke, I noticed that his voice wavered a little.

"How do you know that she is not sick from no food?" he asked.

I shook my head sadly. "It's part of her past. That's all I can say. It's not my place to tell you. She'll tell you when and if she's ready."

Legolas stared at me some more for a moment before replying, "Do you think she'll listen?" I began to smile as I interpreted what he said. He was going to apologize.

I shrugged. "No one really knows with her. You'll just have to go to her and see."

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