Secrets Between Worlds

Author's note: now now, if you kill eachother, you don't get written into the story. behave and we'll see what we can do.. but first things first..

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Lena tried to take deep breaths and soak all of this in. She had gone from being a welcomed visitor of Elrond's, to Legolas walking openly with his hand in her's. When Aragorn had arrived requesting they visit Haldir, Legolas had quickly dressed, both leaving so that Lena could dress. Lena thought it some what pointless, since they had already seen her, but chivalrious none the less.

Lena caught Aragorn's eye as he stopped in front of a door, turning to face the two. Where he had once harbored a jealousy toward Lena, there was no longer an ill will in his eyes. She knew she had won him over. Looking over her shoulder, to be sure there was no audience, Lena dropped Legolas' hand and stepped forward, cupping Aragorn's chin with her hand as she placed a quick kiss on his lips. "tonight" she whispered softly into his ear before stepping back to Legolas' side. Aragorn looked to Legolas, seeing in the unmasked lust in his eyes that this wasn't only Lena's command but the elf's. His response was a silent nod before he left the two, knowing they all had business to be about, which would never get done if he stayed.

Legolas pushes a aside a thin curtain, allowing Lena to enter before him. Inside the room, a familiar elf lies in a large bed, gazing aimlessly out the window. He does not react when he senses a new presence in the room, assuming it to be another healer, checking in on him. "I am not so badly injured that I need a babysitter." The March Warden clipped. "Perhaps Aragorn misinterpreted your wishes for company then..\golagolas mused, lips curled into a playful smirk as Haldir jolted, turning to face his visitors. He smiled as brightly as he could to his friend and the stranger who he knew must be the woman Elladan had told him of.

"Haldir, Arwenamin Lena." {My Lady Lena} Legolas gestured toward the woman at his side. "Lena, this is Haldir of Lorien, March Warden of the Galadhrim, Captain of the Guard of Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn."

Though she smiled, Lena suddenly felt very small realizing that even Legolas and Aragorn had strong names or titles, and she was simply Lena. "It is a pleasure to meet you March Warden." Lena grasped for the proper title to call him. His response was a chuckle. "Haldir, please. And was my body working but a bit better, I would show you that the pleasure is mine." Lena blushed at the remark, almost turning her face in toward Legolas' shoulder, until she realized he was laughing at her. She hit him square in the chest and walked over toward the window, back to both of the men. "I meant only that I would kiss your hand if I could rise up and walk to you.." This caused Lena to blush even farther, but she did not turn away Legolas' arms as they slid around her waist. "Haldir is innocent.."

Lena turned in his arms, looking him in the eye. "And you, my Lord, and the crowned prince of flowers."