Again I find myself apologizing but like I said before it's softball season. And I spend lot's of time ... even extra time at practice and games. Mainly becuase I love softball so very much and ... Well the real reason is I find myself in this horrible crush I have on a friend/teammate. (So, you know, if anyone has some advice for what I should do like either bottle up my emotions, or go ahead and tell and risk ruining a wonderful friendship, go ahead and advise.{Im considering the later choice} I think I might actually appreciate that more then a review. x.x' It's also kind of hard to write about Leliana when you have someone else on your mind. I almost feel like I'm cheating or something...)

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The forest was so inviting to Lenimph and next to her was her blonde friend laughing while stringing his bow. "I hope things never change." The girl looked over at her companion and asked, "What do you mean, why would you ask that?"

"Well the keeper believes we should head north due to the darkspawn rising in the south. She says it might be a blight."

"A blight?"

"Paivel was telling tales at the campfire last night about it. Don't you ever pay attention pretty girl?" The elf blushed and looked away, thinking to herself, "Why should I pay attention if all they tell are the same stories of rebellion?"

"If it comes down to it," the blonde continued and growled, "We might even have to fight with the shems."

"Not all shems are bad." The girl rebuked. "And it probably isn't even a blight." Tamlen frowned, " I just don't know what I would do if I didn't get to spend the day with you, hunting wolves, and watching you trot with your swords swift and striking like a halla." The girl blushed and pulled her knees to her chest. "Quiet like one too," he chuckled. The girl turned back to smile at her companion but in his place was a dark gnawed figure, who shouted at her bitterly, "You left me, I loved you and you left me to rot. You didn't look for me, you and sister Merrill just left me. I called you…"

The elf woke up abruptly with a shout, sweating and panting. She crawled out of her tent and saw Alistair sitting across the fire. "The archdemon again?" He asked earnestly. She looked for him for a second until she nodded her head deciding it was easier to leave him ignorant. "You must be more sensitive than me, or maybe it's because I've been a Grey Warden longer." The elf ignored him for a moment and rearranged the logs of the fire for more heat, and then asked him, "Where's Leliana?"

"She's keeping guard with Sten."

"Sten?" The elf almost shouted puzzled and Alistair laughed replying, "I think she wants to keep busy to herself."

"Oh." The elf frowned.

"You two are close aren't you?"

"What do you mean?" The elf asked giving him a suspicious glare and watching him blush.

"Oh, I was under the impression that you two where romantically involved…" The elf hostilely responded, "That makes no sense if I am with you."

"Yeah exactly…" Alistair said pushing his two index fingers together, "but the other night when we where… did I do something wrong?" The elf chuckled to herself bitterly. "No everything was fine." But before the handsome man could respond the elf stood up and walked towards Morrigan's tent giving him the cold shoulder. "Oh ok I guess we'll just talk about it later then." He mumbled to himself, watching her walk away while going into his tent.

The brunette made it to Morrigan's tent eagerly expecting to ask her of her opinion of Alistair only to see the witch passed out in the shabby shelter Morrigan called a tent. It was a strange moment for the warden, to see Morrigan with her hair down, her night colored hair cascading over her ivory shoulders intrigued her. She bit her lip as she continued to stare at the witch; stopping at her chest which was hardly covered by the rags she called a garment, remembering Leliana's comments. Embarrassed at her own thoughts about her friend the girl turned away flushed and went to seek out the one friend she knew would understand.

Ares the Mabari was digging vigorously when the warden arrived. "Trying to reach the other side of the world again?" she joked. The dog barked and stopped as the warden sat next to him and began to play with his ears. "I'm so sick of these humans they're crazy," The girl sighed out, "Alistair has no sense of responsibility and they think that Leliana and I, just because we are close and I like her they think…" The dog cocked his head with interest.

"They think Leliana and I are mates," She whispered into the dog's ear who then snorted in disapproval.

"I know isn't it ridiculous? How would that even work we're both female?" The dog pondered for a moment and then wagged his tail in approval. "You dog!" the warden laughed while pushing him away playfully. Ares leapt on top of her after smothering her with mabari saliva. The girl sat up hearing footsteps approach her. "Your dog is filthy I can smell him 50 yards off!" The elderly mage exclaimed disgusted. Ares whined as if his feelings where hurt. The dalish sniffed her dog and looked up at Wynne, "Your exaggerating."

"That may be so but all the same I would like your permission to bathe him."

"Go ahead." The dog whined some more as Wynne kneeled down to pet him. "Excellent! I will get my soaps and the dog will have his bath after supper." Ares whimpered and walked away from the two women. Wynne examined the warden. There was no doubt she was beautiful, with her ocean eyes, russet hair, and full lips. Even her tattoo's seemed to compliment her well, even though they were somewhat intimidating, they were much softer than the other dalish they encountered.

"How are you feeling?" The elf asked the mage. "Oh quite well, thanks for asking," the mage went quiet and then asked earnestly, "Your quite taken with each other aren't you?" The elf thought to herself wondering who it was Wynne was referring to, Alistair or… then she saw Wynne's head gesture to the red headed bard who was just returning from the outskirts of camp.

"Leliana and I?"

"I've seen the way she's looked at you. The familiarity of which you speak, how she always finds a way to place herself next to you." The dalish was quiet for a second recognizing the accuracy of Wynne's words, and then responded defensively, "So what are you asking?"

"I have noticed your blossoming relationship, and I wanted to ask you where you think it was going…" The elf blushed and looked away while Wynne continued, " Leliana is a remarkable girl, sincere and guileless, and she has opened her heart to you. I would not like to see her hurt." The elf quickly glared at Wynne, "I would never hurt Leliana."

"Not intentionally no, but there is great possibility's for tragedy here. You are a grey warden. You have responsibilities which should succeed your personal desires." The elf flinched at the way Wynne said desires and whispered almost to herself, "I have emotions too I am not just a grey warden."

"Love is ultimately selfish. It demands that one be devoted to a single person, who may fully occupy one's mind and heart, to the exclusion of all else. A grey warden cannot afford to be selfish. You may be forced to choose between saving your love and saving everyone else, and then what would you do?" Furious at Wynne's assumptions and questions the elf stood up and barked, "Keep your nose out of this!" She then muttered under her breath, "I never even wanted to be a grey warden." Wynne was taken aback by the reaction of the usually kind, quiet elf and quickly apologized, "I was just trying to point out why this affair might be a bad idea…"

"Point something out to someone else!" the elf said disregarding the mage, walking away as Wynne said, "I have given my advice, do with it what you will."

Breaking into tears of confusion Lenimph walked away from the camp and slumped against a tree at the outer ridge of camp near a spring. "Does she really love me?" The dalish murmured to herself picking the dirt out from under her nails. The elf blushed, "if she does then I couldn't… I couldn't say no… after what she's been through I…" The dalish went silent feeling her mouth go dry from her self-confession. "I enjoy her company and she is beautiful… but do the others really see that I have shown interest in her… I didn't think…" the elf reflected on her actions; the bathing, hand holding, gift giving, and the kiss on the cheek. In realization the elf ran her hand through her hair, frustrated, she picked up a rock and skipped it across the pond. "I'm not supposed to feel that way with a woman." She reminded herself, but then quietly objected, "But it feels normal… I didn't even mean for it to happen…" She sat down against the tree trying to blank her mind and to forget it all. From a distance she saw Alistair getting out of his tent. "And him… I tried with him but it never felt like it did with Tamlen or…" She gulped and whispered her name.

The elf, still very confused, took a step back towards camp, and towards Alistair where she sighed painfully at him, with her resolution fresh in her mind. "We need to talk." She said to the templar. The man smiled at the sight of her, "Good I wanted to talk, I really like you…" The elf frowned.

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