I am so sorry I took so long to update! Between graduating high school, vacations, and scheduling my college classes I couldn't figure out where fanfiction went in that mess...

Anyway I hope you like this chapter. It is a bit longer then my usual ones. Read and Review

OH and I almost forgot... There's minor Leliana's song(dlc) spoilers

"I have to talk to you about something…" Leliana looked up to see their famous Witch of the Wilds looking down upon her with… a discomforted look. The bard was instantly hit with a confusion and taken away from fingering an Andraste's grace they recently found on a stop to Redcliffe to stock up before they continued to… "Talk about what?" Leliana gasped absolutely clueless. Morrigan blushed and furrowed her brows in disgust struggling to say, "The warden."

"Alistair?"

"Lenimph-" Both went quiet for a while until Leliana asked, "Why talk to me about her?"

"You… you are the problem." Morrigan said bluntly, but not trying to offend. Leliana laughed thinking Morrigan came to pick a fight and dismissed her, "You always will think I am a problem." Irritated at Leliana's lack of concern and what came off to Morrigan as ignorant arrogance, the witch growled, "Of course someone who believes so blindly in the invisible hand of a holy beings touch is a problem, but I am not here to continue that idiotic argument again. I would think that even mentioning the… girl of which you stare at and … touch so brazenly would catch your imprudent interest." It did catch the bard's interest more then she wanted to admit to the dark crowned girl but Leliana was weary and did not wish to have to confront her of all people. She sighed apathetically and lay back against the ground, asking, "So how am I a problem?" Morrigan grew quiet looking away from the bard and crossing her arms.

"You do realize that what you are doing to her is confusing her to all ends? And I don't see your motivation behind it. You need to stop it for she will never understand it. She is like me; raised in a practical sense."

"What do you mean?"

"She knows men are for reproduction, how does she say it? 'Men are for doing what the Halla do.' That was her excuse for Alistair but with you… For you she clenches her gut while smiling at the same time it is sickening." Leliana turned her face away from her feeling the truth in her words. Every time she caught the Dalish looking at her she wouldn't give her the same smile she used to when they were friends but instead a fake disheartened smirk covered in a flush of despair

"Why are you confronting me about this anyway?" The bard rebuked feeling hopeless.

"Because if I have to hear her say to me, 'Why do you hate Leliana so?' or 'She is beautiful' one more time I might puke." Leliana arched her brow and smiled.

"She's told you I'm beautiful?" Morrigan grumbled a yes.

"Any specific details about me?"

"Your voice, she finds your accent intriguing." Leliana glowed with contentment while Morrigan gagged and walked away.

"I was hoping your touch would be as soothing Mythal's." These words were repeating in the Dalish's mind ravenously, wildly, and bleakly. Every stare, every smile to the sound of the sweet bards tempting seducing voice… sent an impending sense of guilt up her gut, as if an ogre was crushing her between its massive lilac fingers. She was taught, always taught, that she would find her partner. She always thought it would be Tamlen. She saw, always, a man with a woman. Sometimes some men or women did not have mates, but their skills and importance distracted them from baby making. She just couldn't release the thought that what was she was feeling for her beautiful friend was wrong.

Lenimph sat up looking forward at the fire, contemplating about her tribe and what they would think of her now. She had always planned on going back, but as more time passed the less she thought that possible, she had made friends in Leliana, Alistair, and Morrigan and she did not plan on leaving them if achievable. When she was with Alistair she thought of what their opinion of their relationship might have been and even though her vision of their opinion was not perfect, she imagined bringing Leliana would be worse. She looked across camp to see Leliana engaged in conversation with the perverted Crow.

"So Leliana… are you going to take up that offer I suggested earlier…" Zevran chuckled suggestively at the Orlesian. The bard shook her head, "I do not wish to see the rest of your markings…" she let out bitterly. Zevran chuckled, "It's okay, I know it is not my markings you wish to see." Leliana flushed while Zevran glanced over at the Dalish warden, and he continued, "I don't blame you, the first moment I saw her I was smitten as well, she is very… untamed."

"Why would you say that?" The bard argued, "She is as civil as the rest of us, if not more so, her customs are just different to us is all, she is only… savage when one provokes her to be, it is not her fault she is easily provoked." Zevran laughed at Leliana's blind judgment. "Why are you laughing she is generally kindhearted; she does not go running the streets at night, causing mischief, even though she easily could." Like I used to… Leliana continued to herself.

"I guess your right she does not… but she isn't kind hearted to me, I think she hates me."

"She let you live, that's more than enough to be grateful for Zevran." The bard gave him a sharp look and stood up. Zevran was taken aback by the serration in Leliana's voice, and rebutted back, "At least I know when to give up."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I know what kind of person you used to be Leliana, I am that type of person and she hates me for it. What makes you think she judges you any differently?"

"I've changed." Leliana walked away to her tent to fetch her bathing soaps before Zevran could continue. On the way to the pond she found earlier, she saw the dalish. She stopped breathless for a moment, "She wears her hair the same way Marjolaine used to… how did I not notice that before?"

"Did you say something?" Lenimph asked the bard looking up at the redhead, woken from her thoughts. Leliana shook her head, "It's nothing I came to ask if you wanted to join me in the pond." Leliana smiled as she saw the elf look away to hide her completely flushed face.

"Well? Do I get an answer?" The elf stood up and nodded.

Lenimph fumbled with a strap that kept her armor on while Leliana easily, almost skillfully, slipped out of her light armor. Frustrated she glanced at Leliana wondering if she should ask for help but quickly quieted when she saw that the Orlesian was already completely nude.

"Are you ok? You look like you need help?" Leliana cooed while walking closer to the elf, who tried to back away and tripped. The elf sat up to see Leliana kneeling next her, undoing the straps. The elf then quickly tore off the armor and jumped into the pond to hide herself from the bard, who squealed after feeling how cold the water was. Leliana sat at the bank and laughed at the shivering elf, letting her legs adjust to cold water. The elf calmed down, and stared at Leliana who was being entranced by the starry sky as usual.

The elf found herself admiring the bard's body, which was shamelessly not hidden from the elf as the bard sat at the ponds bank. Leliana began to sink more of herself into the water. The bard stretching her torso in the moonlight made it possible for the elf to see a deep scar the size of a dagger's width on Leliana's midriff. "How did I not see that before?" The elf muttered to herself shocked, but then reminded herself she wasn't always as observant towards other female bodies.

"Did you say something?" Leliana asked, sinking the rest of herself in.

"When did you get that scar on your stomach?" Leliana frowned but then gave the elf a coy smile, "Do you want to know a secret?"

"It's a secret?"

"It's a tale of foolish people, that happened long ago, and I know what's true, but I don't know how it should end, how we'll make it end." The bard smiled as she began to describe her trip to Denerim with Marjolaine, Sketch, and Tug; sparing no details.

"You stripped a noble man of his cod piece?" The elf said in disbelief and then asked to reassure herself, "A cod piece is an undergarment right?" Leliana giggled "Yes, and I placed it in a very humiliating place. He was known for his charity work for the chantry so I thought it funny to place it on the chantry board." The dalish fell back into the water with laughter. "I still find it hilarious to this day and I snickered to myself as we passed the chantry in Denerim." The elf still laughed.

"Even though I now respect the chantry and appreciate what they did for me, I'll admit what I did was rude, but if someone had done that to Lothering board I would have laughed." The elf calmed down and let Leliana continue….

"Marjolaine was with the commander?" Lenimph interrupted

"Yes, she walked towards him slowly like a proper temptress and told him 'Come commander, let's see your little dragon.' It infuriated me with jealousy and suspicion. At the bedroom I snuck a look at the papers and saw the Orlesian seals. Marjolaine was committing treason, and involved all of us into it unknowingly. When she came into the room I confronted her about the man…"

Lenimph listened, but felt tense as Leliana spoke about another woman in tender manner. Imagining Leliana with anyone, especially someone as cruel as Marjolaine was making her distraught. "She betrayed me, we were in courtyard and she came from behind and she stabbed me."

"Why would anyone do that to you?" The elf interrupted abruptly, "You are one of the kindest people I know, and you loved her."

"She said I would have done the same in her situation…"

"But you didn't?"

"I had a chance for revenge… more than once. I caught up to her again and let her go…"

"And then she came again looking for you and we finished it. And I'm glad we did, I had no idea that she did all of that to you, how she could lie to you so easily."

"It was all a game to her. I took part in that life, and I probably would have continued if I did not question her." The elf went quiet and began to finger comb her hair, leaving the pond.

Leliana met Lenimph at the campfire, "It seems everyone else is asleep." She smiled, sitting next to the warden.

"Incept for Shale, she has been watching me this whole time…" The warden joked.

"Well let's give her a show." Leliana smiled and reached into her belongings to present the warden with a bottle of wine, "It's the bottle you gave me I thought we should share it." The elf gave her a confused look, "I told you what happened the last time I drank correct? This isn't some plan to get me drunk and seduce me is it?" Leliana flushed and lied, "Of course it isn't."

It did not take long for the warden to be put under drunken grasp, and soon she found herself lying on the floor wrapped in the cloak she wore at night made of wolf pelts. Leliana was wearing her chantry robes, playing her lute softly.

"Lethallin, Morrigan has always found my friendship with you to be odd," the warden let out softly. Leliana placed down her lute and smiled at the warden, "Of course she would; she thinks I'm insane." The warden laughed and scooted closer to the bard, who began to braid the elf's hair. "I used to think you were crazy." Lenimph admitted.

"It's okay I know, you all did."

Lenimph sat up and drowsily leaned against Leliana's shoulder. Leliana looked down at her drunken companion and giggled.

"What?"

"You're cute when you're drunk, I can see why Tamlen took you in such a state." The dalish's cheeks went red and joked, "That because he couldn't get it any other way." Leliana laughed, "So did Alistair get you drunk too?"

"You forget he gave me that flower."

"That's why you bedded him? By those principles I should have shared a bed with you by now."

"We have shared a bed," the elf joked. Leliana chuckled softly, wishing Lenimph's words were serious. The two sat quietly, Leliana looking towards the sky, and Lenimph finished the wine and stared into the fire. Leliana looked at Lenimph once more, this is your chance, everyone else is asleep, and she is not as timid as usual. Leliana took a deep breath.

"I enjoy the nights at camp, the night always seems so peaceful to me… safer."

"It's just quieter." She's also not as optimistic…

"I feel the night grants us a reprieve from the troubles of the day. Silly, isn't it? The darkspawn never sleep." Lenimph smiled, "We're entitled to silliness every now and then."

"I really enjoy our night's at camp, standing guard together, talking to pass the time, into these small hours, we'll I talk and you listen mostly. Sometimes I succumb and fall asleep, and I wake to find you still watchfull"

"That's not happening tonight." Lenimph joked.

"But I know you're watching out for me." Lenimph smiled to herself, of course how can I not take care of you after all you've been though?

"You'll never have to be afraid with me." This made Leliana smile before she continued, "What I'm trying to say is that… I trust you, I feel comfortable around you, and I know you'll be there when I need you. You are… a… a leader and my friend… and…" Lenimph unsure of what she was going to hear next and suspicious of the bard's rare stuttering, sat up and faced her. Leliana blushed and continued, "and sometimes I think… maybe… we could be more than that." Leliana looked away before she could see Lenimph's reaction and joked to rid herself of tension, "Maker look at me stumbling over my words like some ill-educated peasant girl. Some bard I am."

Perhaps it was the wine but Lenimph felt empowered watching Leliana blush and stutter so she joked, "I might be cute when I'm drunk but you're cute when you're embarrassed."

"I'm not embarrassed! I'm just flushed because… of the… heat." The word heat sobered Lenimph up quick, perhaps it was the way Leliana said it, but the elf realized what was happening, so she tried to stall the bard, "Someone like you, liking someone like me is flattering."

"What, are you saying I have bad taste? Why can't I like you? You're a good person, a great listener… uh a remarkable warrior, you often show signs of intelligence, and you're fairly good looking… most of your facial features are in the right place."

"Um thanks… you're so complementary." The elf was blushing frantically. Leliana picked at her nails, and continued, "There isn't much more I can say, my feelings have been laid bare. You are very special to me." Leliana placed her hand over the warden's.

"I… I feel the…same way."

"Really?" Leliana asked, relieved until her brows furrowed, "You felt the same way and didn't do me the courtesy of informing me? You made me say all those thing, why couldn't you have said them first… oh… how very awkward."

"I thought you felt comfortable around me."

"Yes but don't question me… I am a woman and I reserve the right to be inconsistent… oh why am I being such a baby about this? I must be a sight spilling my guts." The dalish looked at Leliana and smiled. She was an incredible sight to her and the best thing about it was now she no longer had to hide her glances. Leliana smiled back at the warden, feeling ecstatic, as if a huge weight was lifted off her chest. They stared at each other's lips… both leaning into a kiss.