Okay everyone so I've decided that there will be a short-lived legomance in the story, so if you have a problem with that then you really should stop reading now.

It had been seven days since the Council had decided. We would be leaving in February when the weather started to warm up, which means we were all going to be here for another four months. Rana had taken to leaving only the guys standard uniform of shirt, vest, tights, and boots, although she did leave the lavender dress with the matching slippers, jewelry and corset in the closet in case I changed my mind. It's not that I didn't love the dresses she brought. They were gorgeous, but after 2 days I realized I wouldn't be able to move in the dresses unless I was okay with breaking my neck when I tripped over the hem. So I stuck with the tights. I occasionally wore my outfit from when I had first come here, but to tell the truth I love the way the elf clothing way tightly fitted to my body, yet not so tight that I couldn't breathe. Now it may sound like I was totally cool with this now, but seriously the clothing was the only thing I was okay with. I still wouldn't talk to anybody except Rana, and maybe the hobbits when I saw them, but I mostly stayed in my room and cried. When I did leave the room, I made sure I had my headphones with me, turned up all the way so as to clearly everyone that passed that I did not want to or need to talk to them. Lord Elrond had tried to talk to me the day after the Council but I just stared past him and he eventually gave up on trying to get me to forgive him. Borimir I made sure to avoid completely and thankfully he felt the same dislike for me, so we made sure to see each other as less as possible. Aragorn and Gandalf and the gruff little dwarf, Gimli, all nodded to me if I passed them in the hallways, but I never stopped to speak to them. Legolas I saw almost every day, and he was always with at least two other elves. I guess when you're a traveling prince you need top security. But we always stopped for each other. We exchanged the same words every morning.

"Nae saian luume', Lirimaer" he said with a bow and a small smile.

I assumed he was making fun of me since some of the other guards had taken to calling me that whenever I was around Glorfindel. Most of the time, though, they did it when I was alone and Glorfindel wasn't around to threaten them in Elvish. I didn't know any Elvish except "Good day" so it wasn't like I could defend myself, although they laughed hysterically the first time I tried. I have no idea what I said, but I decided I would never ask Rana to teach me Elvish ever again. I just stuck to ignoring their comments, although I hadn't expected Legolas to take up calling me that. It just didn't seem like he had a very good sense of humor. Obviously I was wrong, so I just muttered hello and scurried away without looking back. So much for trying to maintain my dignity.

Later on that day at dinner, or supper, as they called it here, I asked Glorfindel how to say handsome.

"Beinion," he replied. Then he looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Why?"

"No reason. I have to go. I'm very tired." I finished the last bite off my food and hopped off the bench. God it was so much easier to do this in tights than in those dresses Rana brought to me.

"All right. Quel kaima lirimaer," he called as I walked away.

"Quel kaima Glorfindel," I called back with a wave.

The next morning, I got out of bed and looked at the outfit Rana had hung on the wardrobe for me. White leggings, white shirt, and a shiny pink and gold vest. Very nice. My boots were also white as always. I brushed my hair and decided that I didn't feel like putting it back, so I just put on some lip-gloss from my purse and ran out of the room. I was going to see the town for the first time, so I didn't bring the ipod. Unfortunately I was running so fast I plowed over Legolas as he was rounding a corner.

"Oh my God I am so sorry! I didn't see you there at all!" I exclaimed as I jumped off of him, and then helped him up. Thankfully, he laughed as soon as I pulled him up.

"And where are you off to in such a hurry?" he asked.

"I-I-I umm… just going into town?" I finished lamely. Of course he was even more amused by that. Apparently, so were the elves behind him.

"I have to go like now," I said.

"Nae saian luume', Lirimaer" he said with a bow and smiled mischievously.

"Quel re, Beinion" I said back wickedly, bowing deeply. He laughed and we went our separate ways. From that morning on, we greeted each other the same way.

"Nae saian luume', Lirimaer."

"Quel re, Beinion."

Aside from these little exchanges every day, I didn't talk and I was starting to go crazy. I was in the bathtub one morning and I realized that I had been thinking out loud. I can't not talk to people. I just can't. Which is why poor Glorfindel had to suffer the duty of being my temporary friend, my only temporary friend. I say poor Glorfindel because people who know me really well know that the more people I have to talk to, the less I have to say. But if there's only one person I'm able to talk to, that persons ears are probably going to fall off.

I was walking through the gardens one day when I saw Arwen. She was sitting on a stone bench and reading a book, but looked up when she heard me.

"Hello," she said pleasantly, "You are Lena?"

"Yea hi. You're Arwen right?"

"Yes."

I didn't know what else to say so I asked what she was reading.

"The story of the Noldor's return to Middle Earth," she said as she held up the cover.

"Oh! The Deep Elves led by the god Finwe! The Noldor speak Quenyan don't they?" I asked. I had recently red the Silmariallion, but that part of the book hadn't particularly interested me, so I didn't remember very much of it. She raised her eyebrows, so I told her that I had read a book about the Noldor's return but I hadn't really understood it. She smiled and started to explain about the journey and their eventual return to Aman. Soon we got to talking about other things and after a couple of hours we went in for dinner. I saw Legolas on the way and we bowed to each other but we did not talk. Our exchanging of words happened only once a day and we both seemed fine with that.