[LEANE POV]

"Good morning, Sleeping Beauty."

I chuckled sleepily at Legolas greeting.

"Morning, Legolas," I mumbled, rubbing my eyes sleepily. "Sleeping Beauty is overrated, don't you think? I must have drooled or make funny faces at some point in my sleep," I mumbled.

Legolas laughed heartily. "Nay, my love. You did not drool or make funny faces. Only talk in your sleep," he said cheekily.

"What did I say?" I asked curiously.

Legolas moved to open his mouth to answer, but he retreated, opting instead to watch me carefully with an unreadable expression.

Oh, no. What if I said something totally embarrassing, like something sexual? To be honest tonight I didn't remember dreaming about anything, but I once had an erotic dream about Legolas...

I felt panic washed through my being all of a sudden and I felt crimson crept up my cheeks.

Legolas arched an eyebrow in amusement as he studied me with curiosity. Then he broke out laughing so hard.

The blush stayed on my face and I frowned in annoyance as Legolas laughter took too long to cease.

Upon seeing the disapproval on my face, his laughter began to reduce to a chuckle, leaving that boyish grin on his handsome face.

"I wish I know what you are thinking right now, Leane," he said cheerfully, "For I will use whatever it is to bring the blush on your face more often. You are adorable."

He cupped my face and brushed my cheek with his thumbs. I didn't have to lower my wall to see admiration as he gazed at me. His icy blue eyes bore into mine and it was unnerving. I cast my eyes to the side, unable to meet his eyes. The previous blush went up my cheeks again.

"Look at me," Legolas said softly, his voice low.

I was stunned to see so much emotions played in his smoldering gaze. His eyes roamed all over my face, though his expression gave away nothing.

Silence hung between us before he leaned in and tilted his head to kiss me. My eyes fluttered closed in an instant I felt his soft lips on mine. The kiss was slow; he was pouring his love and emotions in it.

I felt overwhelmed with happiness and I wished I didn't ever have to leave his arms and his kisses. I had never felt more belong and right at home more than I was right now, not even back in the twenty-first century.

The thought of my previous life brought a bitter reminder of what we're fighting for in this world, right now. How Legolas would be ripped off from my arms in exactly two days.

I linked my arms behind his neck, unwilling to let him go. I felt a heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment suddenly rose to my face. A tear escaped my cheek, wetting both of our faces and got in between our intertwined lips.

Suddenly Legolas tensed and tried to pull away, but I pinned him with my arms. My fingers dug between his soft flaxen hair.

I continued kissing him, yearning to keep him here, safe and sound a little bit longer before the hours ripped him off of my grasp.

Legolas let go of his hand from my face. He pulled my hand that pinned him to me and broke the kiss.

I looked away, quickly wiped the single tear from my face. Legolas paused as he watched me. Probably confused or baffled at my sudden change of emotions.

"What is it, melleth nin?"

My mind was replaying the memory of the vision of Legolas when he died in Pelennor Fields, just outside Minas Tirith.

Pain pierced my heart in my chest as if it was a physical thing and I cringed in response.

"I just got reminded of the vision of you," I admitted. I looked at him, placing my hand on the center of his warm, sturdy chest and drew circles on it, "You were dying. Stabbed right here. You were choking with your own blood before you said your last words."

Legolas stopped my fingers on his chest and laid my hands flat on it with his hand on top of mine. He gently brought my hand to his lips and kissed it, looking at me.

"What was it?" he asked, "My last words?"

I looked up at him to see concern in his eyes. But those concerns were for me, not even a little bit for himself.

I smiled bitterly. I wished he was not a noble warrior. I wished he was just a commoner who would steer clear from this unfair war. I wished he would leave everything behind and live for my sake.

"Quoting you... Goheno nin, Leane."

He smiled softly as if not being surprised by my answer.

"If I died right there, it would mean that I failed you. No one would be able to protect you and I would be leaving you on your own," he said wistfully.

"Well... It's a good thing that you didn't. I didn't know how but I managed to stop all of that fate from taking place. But now it will all go in vain because you and the rest are going into a losing battle," I said as I fisted the fabric on his chest, suppressing my frustration.

"And I know I'm not supposed to interfere unless I had to, but I couldn't stay behind this time, even if there's no vision coming at me. There will always be something bad happening in war, with or without me in it," I said with determination before declaring.

"I think I'm coming with you."

Legolas's eyes thundered with fear and blatant refusal.

"Nay! You will stay behind! You promised me!" he exclaimed with a finality in his tone as he grasped both my arms with his hands.

My eyes stung at his rejection. But I refused to back down.

"No. Don't you see that I could lose you out there? What will I do without you? I'll die!" I retorted, half yelling at him. Legolas shook his head stubbornly, refusing to hear my reasoning.

"You know my fate and you know that I will be alright! On the other hand none of us knows your fate. Not even you! I will not be able to protect you completely in battle," he stated matter of factly.

"You don't have to protect me! I can fend for myself," I pleaded, but his rejection at my coming only grew. He gripped my arm slightly tighter to make a point.

"You. Are staying."

He spat those words to me like an order. His eyes thundered with stubbornness, as if challenging me to disobey him.

What the hell. Excuse me! I wasn't one of his subjects! I felt anger bubbled up in my chest.

"I am coming! With or without your consent!" I bit back. "This is my choice and I would do anything to it as I please!" I snapped back at him.

Hurt flashed before his stormy eyes at my words. I pushed down my guilt and yanked myself free from his hands. I scrambled to get off the bed and grabbed my cloak quickly before turning to the door, anxious to get away from him.

"Leane!" he exclaimed in a stern voice.

I pursed my lips in anger and put my hand on the doorknob. I answered without turning to him.

"I will not stand and do nothing as the only person I love in this world march to a suicidal war," I stated. "And if I die in the process... then so be it," I said in a determined yet shaky, angered voice.

Then I opened the door and slammed it behind me before running away, fighting the urge to run for the hills screaming in frustration.

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[LEGOLAS POV]

"I will not stand and do nothing as the only person I love in this world march to a suicidal war. And if I die in the process... then so be it."

I felt the sting of the words coming off of Leane like a slap on my face.

It pained me tremendously that she refused to stay behind only to unnecessarily risk her life for me.

I got up to stop her but she was already out and slammed the door to my face. I clenched my jaw in frustration; why won't she understand that I was trying so hard to protect her? 

My hands curled up to fists on my sides as I heard her footsteps running away further. I went out the door to catch her but she was already out of sight.

I thought of running after her, but my basic combat instinct reminded me that I had left my weapons back in the room. I cursed myself.

I went back in to fetch them, then opted to give ourselves some time. So I went back to my room through the window instead of the front door.

I held on to the wall and easily walked through the ledge, swinging up to climb one story to the direction of my room's window.

I set out to find Leane as soon as I finished cleaning up and changed to a clean attire, eager to set things right with her and convince her to stay.

I found her in the courtyard in front of the healing room, talking with Faramir and Eowyn. Her back was turned to me.

"...I am sorry to hear about your father, Faramir," said Leane.

"I am sorry too. I wished he didn't have to pass in that manner..." replied Faramir, his eyes distant as he spoke.

Eowyn put a comforting hand on his shoulder and a smile crept up on Faramir's face.

"There are worse ways to die," Leane said. "He was with you when it happened and I know he was very proud of you, Faramir."

Faramir shook his head and sighed.

"I do not think the same, my lady. I have failed him."

"No you didn't," Leane stated without skipping a beat, and both Faramir and Lady Eowyn looked at her in curiosity. Leane shrugged her shoulders before answering.

"He was blinded by grief over your brother's death and acted with his judgment clouded by fear. He might not know how to show it, but your father loved you Faramir. Believe me, pride was all in his mind about you before he breathed his last."

"You spoke as if you were present and read his mind when it happened," said Faramir in a questioning tone.

"Your father played a role in this whole situation, so I know," she muttered.

The scene reminded me that ever since Leane intercepted in the battle of Pelennor and used her power for all to see, the secrets about her being one of the other bearer of a ring of power got out to public. She no longer had to hide and lie about where she came from.

"It was also in the prophecy that you saw?" Eowyn asked with a wide eyes and Leane nodded slightly at her.

"What about my uncle? What did he think of me?" she asked.

"Why would you ask me something that you already know the answer for? You were there when he passed away."

"Just humor me," Eowyn pressed.

By now I knew that the shield maiden was testing Leane, to see if she was indeed what everyone else said about her.

"You saved him."

"You know well that I did not."

"I wasn't talking about his life. You saved his soul."

Eowyn' eyes widened and I saw wetness starting to well in her blue eyes.

"So that's what he meant..." she mused and sniffled, unable to control the emotions flooding in.

"You didn't know what was going to happen had you weren't there to interfere and killed the Nazgul..."

Leane's shoulders slumped slightly as Eowyn sniffled and Faramir put an arm around Eowyn's small shoulders in effort to comfort her. From the way he looked at her, I could see that the Captain of Gondor had taken interest in the shieldmaiden.

"I feel words aren't enough to tell both of you how sorry I am for letting things happen the way it did."

Leane's faltering voice sounded heavy, I could feel guilt starting to eat away at her again. Despite our fight, my heart clenched for her and I wanted so bad to just come to her and held her.

"You know well that no matter what you did, you won't be able to save them," Faramir said grimly. "You tried saving my brother before. You know there's nothing you could do, my lady. No one can cheat death."

Eowyn let go of Faramir and held Leane' hands in hers.

"It's alright. We understand and we didn't blame you for what happened," said the shieldmaiden graciously. "I have been thinking, should I know what was going to take place sooner...no matter what I was going to do, my uncle would still march to the battle and no matter how much I would try, I still wouldn't be able to save him."

Leane pulled the shieldmaiden to an embrace and talked softly.

"Thank you, Eowyn. For everything. And again, I'm sorry."

Eowyn shook her head and smiled at her warmly.

"No, thank you. I knew you saved my life back in the battlefield."

Leane paused for a while before answering.

"What? How do you know?"

"Lord Aragorn told me the other day when he visited me and Faramir here."

"No, I didn't tell him..." 

Her voice faltered as she looked down in deep thought and went silent for a moment.

"Legolas," she said as it dawned on her, and Eowyn smiled.

I had told Estel and Gandalf everything about Leane's visions when they asked me about her well being and how she fared. I knew I wasn't supposed to tell that to them without asking her permission first, but I felt obligated to tell my companions about it anyway.

"I knew it. I knew he would report back to Aragorn about this. That elf is the expansion of his eyes and ears..."

Eowyn laughed lightly and Faramir smiled good naturedly at Leane's words.

I heard Leane's mumbled annoyance etched with humor about her tone and I smiled. I would definitely get an earful about this later.

"So... How are you and the elf prince?" Eowyn suddenly asked in scandalous tone.

Leane brought a hand behind her neck and answered shyly.

"I haven't seen him today. He might have gone to perform his duties with Aragorn and the others," she lied.

Upon hearing that, I realized that I was eavesdropping. It was unbecoming for me to do that, so I decided to retreat back before I get caught.

The thought of our fight this morning bothered me and I desperately needed a distraction to forget it. I was still upset that she refused to see how much I wanted to protect her and to make her stay behind, but the memory of her almost crying in front of me had made guilt overpowered my anger. 

I knew she wanted to come because she was worried about me. Because she loved me. I felt bad upon forcing my way to make her stay, but I wouldn't let guilt or anything to stop me from protecting her.

I walked to the area of the meeting hall to find Estel and Gimli. By now they must be there talking about war strategies along with Gandalf, Eomer and his officials.

We spent the time preparing for battle strategies. The sound of Estel and Eomer talking was a welcomed distraction, but it won't put my heart to rest from worrying about Leane.

How was I going to convince her to avoid this battle? Had she even have a meal today? Leane had been feeding like a bird these days. At the thought, I couldn't help but worry even more.

"My friend, we will go for a lunch break in the dining hall. Will you join us?" asked Estel.

I nodded absently, lost in my thoughts when Gimli's rumbling laughter boomed in the room.

"He looked like he wasn't even listening the whole time we planned the battle. Funny how love could scramble your focus, elf!"

"Nay!" I retorted in annoyance. "I was listening attentively. The fact that you were studying me is prove that you were the one not listening."

Gimli laughed with a boom and I saw my friends smiled in humor at our banter.

"Ha ha! Now I know how I managed to defeat you and got more kills in battle!"

"It was an even match."

"No it wasn't! The orc you shot last were already dead!"

"It was twitching," I said stubbornly, refusing to admit that the dwarf won our little competition during the battle.

Gandalf laughed heartily and spoke. "Now now, gentlemen. Let us continue this banter in the dining hall. Perhaps you two can have a rematch on who eats the most."

Gimli's laughter echoed across the room and I had to bit back a laugh at his smug face. Of course the dwarf will win on that kind of competition. He practically ate like a hobbit.

"I'll pass on this one, Gandalf," I muttered flatly as we walked, and the wizard laughed lightly as he clapped my back firmly.

Honestly I couldn't wait for the lunch to be over. I didn't saw Leane at all and I grew worried about her.

"Prestad (What is bothering you), Legolas?" asked Estel lightly as we ate. 

I smiled at Estel's question. He knew me so well.

"Im maer. Avaro naeth, mellon nin (I am good. Do not worry, my friend)," I told him, and he nodded in understanding. He knew I will talk to him when I'm ready.

Gandalf smiled in greetings towards someone by the entrance and the footsteps that belonged to Leane and the two hobbits was heard walking nearer to our table. My heart skipped a beat and I looked up, eager to see her.

She had already changed into a maroon, velvet dress and her shining dark hair cascaded down her shoulders beautifully, the color contrasted with the dark red on her dress. She walked gracefully, entrancing me with her beauty.

Leane's shining dark eyes caught my blue ones and her gaze lingered at me briefly before giving me a hesitant smile. I smiled back at her, but my heart was raging with sudden anxiety.

What if I lost her because of our fight and she decided that I wasn't worth her love? I shook the thought away and pulled a chair for Leane to sit beside me and she muttered a thank you at my gesture.

We sat side by side with each other, yet both of us seemed to find our food more interesting than each other. We ate in silence.

I could feel my companions sensing the tension between me and Leane, but they said nothing and continued talking as if everything was normal.

Estel stood up to get more food and when he returned, he dropped a chunk of salted pork on Leane's plate. I smiled as I saw her disapproval at Estel.

"Eat," he urged her softly.

"If you're going into the battle with us, you may want to keep your stamina, my dear one," added Gandalf knowingly.

How did the wizard know about this? Leane squinted her eyes at him, surprise was in her expression.

"How do you know? I haven't told you.. ."

"I just have the feeling, Leane. And seems that my hunch is still sharp despite my old age," said the wizard lightly in a grandfather like fondness.

"It is not final decision yet," I told him flatly. Leane shot me with a glare– not the playful glare she often had, but the genuine, upset one. I flinched inwardly, but kept my demeanor calm and collected.

"What?! You are staying, lassie!" protested Gimli, voicing exactly my thoughts.

Leane grunted in annoyance and dropped her cutleries. They clang on her plate, startling me and some of the men that sit on our table.

"Look, I know you want to protect me, but it is not your choice to keep me here. I have a right just like you as a Fellowship member and just in case you don't remember, I was killing it back in the battlefield!"

The dwarf visibly flinched at her angry outburst. She never spoke in such a manner before to any of us, and her being upset baffled everyone at the table and everyone went silent at her snap.

"...But still..." trailed Gimli.

"I had more kills than Legolas and Gimli combined!" announced Leane.

"I am pretty sure that it is an exaggeration–" I muttered, but Leane ignored me.

"I have already made up my mind, and nobody–" she glared at me through thick eyelashes, "–can stop me from going," she added, but this time it was observable that she was trying to suppress her anger and kept her emotions in check.

Manwe's breath. She is intense.

If looks could kill I would have already dead back then. I didn't know that an angry woman could be so intimidating. It turned the insides my stomach upside down.

"Leane..." I pleaded in frustration.

"She is right," said Estel and I snapped my head to his direction. I glared at him in betrayal as the ranger gave me an apologetic look before turning his eyes to Leane.

"If it is up to me, I would also keep you here, in the safety of the city," he said calmly to Leane before turning to Gimli and me. "Yet she is entitled to her own choice and she does have a right to choose to stay or fight with us. She is also a Fellowship member as you and I."

A lump formed in my throat as I digest Estel's words. I knew he was right. I hate to admit it, but that moment I realized my mistake of forcing my way to keep Leane here.

My instinct to protect her made me forget that she also had every right to choose her path for herself. I had violated that right. No wonder she was so mad at me.

I clenched my jaw in defeat, mirroring Gimli's silence. A pang of guilt and disappointment hit me, but I refused to show it to anyone.

A soft hand caressed my hand beside me, and I opened my eyes to see Leane's obsidian orbs searching for emotions in my expression warily. I wondered why she didn't put her wall down and look for it herself.

I looked at her, wanting to smile and tell her that I was fine, but I couldn't. Instead I was frozen, fixing my eyes at her beautiful face as her doe eyes softened at me.

That brief moment of silence exchange when our eyes met, and we both know that all was forgiven.

Merry the hobbit cleared his throat and Pippin chirped with a mouthful saying, "Eat, Leane! We should enjoy this abundant meal before the battle! Remember those days eating Lembas everyday," he said seriously, but his words seemed to ease the tension on the table and brought an amused smile to the men's faces.

"Oh god," Leane mumbled and shivered, as if eating Lembas was the most detestable thing she ever encountered. "Not the Lembas waybread."

"Ugh," agreed Merry in disgust.

I couldn't help but smile at their banter as Leane ate the salted pork Estel dropped at her plate more eagerly.

"What's a Lembas?" asked Eomer, starting the new topic on the table. The table once again brought back to life as the inhabitants talked and chatted merrily.

The whole time I kept Leane's hand under the table on my grasp, relishing the feeling of her comforting presence. She let me held her hand until she leaned in and whispered at me.

"Can I have my hand back?" she asked in a whisper. "I need to use it to cut the pork."

I chortled at her words upon realizing that she had been eating her meal with only her left hand since the moment I held her right hand captive in mine.

Her eyes twinkled in amusement and a blush crept on her face as she grinned cheekily.

After the dinner was over, I excused myself from the others and took Leane for a walk around the area.

"I am sorry for the way I reacted earlier," I said apologetically to her.

Leane rubbed my arm with her hand comfortingly and replied, "I am sorry too for being mad and yell at you. I know you meant well."

Relief washed through me at hearing her acceptance. She peeked at me bashfully, her pink lips stretched upward in a smile adorning her pretty face. I wanted to kiss her right there, but common sense prevailed and I held myself back.

"Have I told you that you look ravishing today? The deep red color on your dress flattered your complexion well, melleth nin."

A small smile graced her face. "You always know just what to say. Hannon le, Legolas," she replied politely, but I could see that she was uncomfortable by the compliment and not necessarily buying it, though she let it pass gracefully.

Sometimes it confused me how a beautiful woman like her went about feeling so insecure with her looks. She always seemed to walk away, lost in her own thoughts, unaware with the admiring looks that men give her everytime she came into view. 

I had met many women that were not as beautiful compared to Leane. Even ellith. They were all aware of their beauty and were not afraid to flaunt them– out of proportion at times. The fact that some of them were being sweet in a pretensious way only annoyed me more.

"You don't believe me," I said questioningly. 

"I believe you," retorted Leane with a grin. "I will wear this color more often if you like it," she said smiling, twirling her dress a little as she spoke.

The insides of my stomach fluttered at the thought of her dressing up for me. What a joyful thought it was to know that a beautiful woman would dress up to your liking.

Leane reached out for a hidden pocket in her dress and pulled out a green apple and offered it to me. I smiled and shook my head.

"Nay. Thank you."

She shrugged and took a bite at the apple as we continued our pleasant walk. My mind wandered at one of the character she ever told me before.

"Snow White."

"What?"

"You are Snow White. You fit the description of the character very well. I should call you that from now on," I teased her.

Indeed. If the character was real then the beautiful woman beside me was undoubtedly Snow White personified. Beautiful maiden with lustrous dark hair, fair skin and red lips. Leane laughed lightly.

"Sleeping Beauty and Snow White in one day. You're getting more creative, Legolas," she said before turning to look at me.

"Is that because of the apple?"

"That's one of the many reasons," I replied, smiling.

"But Snow White ate a red apple. Not a green one," she pointed out as she waved the bitten apple in front of me.

"I care not the color of the apple, my love, as long as it is not poisoned," I told her in amusement. She chuckled a bit, but soon I saw her serious face. I couldn't help myself but stare at her soft lips when she curled it in deep thought.

"The green apple is more about the symbol of the Wicked Witch," she muttered, completely ignoring my previous words. I smirked at her serious contemplation over a fairytale character, unaware of me staring at her.

"Wicked Witch," I repeated in amusement. "It sounds horrendous. But I'm afraid I do not understand that reference."

"Well, we're not in Kansas anymore," she muttered, grinning to herself. "I haven't told you about the story of the Wizard of Oz, have I?" she asked in a sudden, turning to finally look at me again.

I shook my head, I felt growing excitement as she started recounting the story about the wizard and the wicked witch.

I listened in fascination at the story she told me. It was as always, intriguing, different and unheard of before. Just like her. Her tale flow out of her mouth fluidly, momentarily transporting us to a whole new world– Oz.

"Envy is like poison and so we should never let it darken our hearts. Though I doubt it will turn people green, but still," she said grinning while ending her story with a moral lesson, the part that I always looked forward to every time she finished her storytelling.

"So what do you think of the story?" she asked.

"I felt sorry for the wicked witch, for it was grief and a brokenheart that turned her bitter and evil."

Leane smiled fondly of me, nodding in agreement. "Me too, Legolas. I wish the story could end differently for her. I guess I should just come up with an story of an alternate universe and make some modifications to it."

I laughed lightly as we walked in the slightly empty corridor towards her room.

"You are Snow White. Always try to make things better for the ones around you," I said with wonder. "You even cared about making a happy ending for the green wicked witch," I added playfully and nudged her side lightly. She giggled adorably as I touched the ticklish part of her side.

"Ah, I can't help it. Everybody from my world disliked her. She could use a little help," she replied playfully as she hugged my side.

She tried to tickle me back, but then pouted as I stood unaffected. I smiled sheepishly.

"I am not particularly ticklish on the sides like most human."

"Yeah I know. Just on the pointy ears."

I chortled at her mumbling, remembering that night when I tensed as she nibbled on my ears.

"You won't be laughing if I decide to tease your pointy ears now," she muttered smugly.

I looked at her and decided to play her games.

"You dare to do it now?" I asked in a low voice, staring intently at her.

To my surprise Leane's eyes grew wide, and she shifted under my gaze. I smirked in victory as I take a step forward to her, backing her to the wall and put both my hands on either sides of her head, cornering her between me and the wall. I smiled at her.

She giggled as she nervously looked around at the empty corridor.

"You're bluffing. You're not gonna kiss me out here in the open."

I took that as a challenge and I whispered huskily in reply, leaning my face closer to hers.

"No one is around. No one is going to see..."

"Legolas," she laughed nervously. "Someone's going to catch us!" she whispered in alarm.

I completely ignored her.

Excitement and anticipation grew in my heart as I breathed in the scent of rose oil from her hair and felt warmth radiating off of her skin. Her chest was heaving as her breathing went uneven and I could hear her heart pounded in her chest. My heart soared at the effect that I caused on her.

"Do I make you nervous?" I asked as I tilted my head away as if to kiss her lips, further teasing her. So close, but not close enough to kiss her.

"...No..." she lied unconvincingly. I held the proximity of our faces together, but Leane was the one who pressed her lips on mine and captured me in an affectionate kiss.

My heart raced within me as she kissed me with fervor. The touch of her hands on my chest was driving me mad. She was intoxicating and addictive. I will never grow bored of the taste of her lips on mine.

Seemed that she had turned the table and now it was her who was testing me.

I reluctantly pulled away at the sound of footsteps approaching and smiled at her. The smoldering look she gave me only made me want to kiss her some more, but I held myself back. 

I offered my hand to her as she turned her head to look at a passing maid servant. We shared a grin as I escorted her back to her room.

The thought of being alone with her in her chamber was inviting, yet I had my duties to perform. My service was needed for the preparation of the imminent battle.

"You sure you don't want to come in?" she asked, giving me that meaningful yet mysterious look of hers.

"Believe me, I want to. But the others are waiting for me. They need me."

Disappointment flashed briefly in her eyes but she smiled in understanding as she held my hand.

"You're still sleeping with me tonight, aren't you?" she asked before she blushed upon realizing the double meaning of the words she uttered.

I chuckled. "Of course, my love. I will be back here tonight to escort you to dinner. How is that sound?"

"Awesome. See you in the evening then, pretty boy."

I smirked at the nickname and replied, "See you, pen vain."

I pulled her hands and kissed her knuckles, my eyes fixed on her as I did. I left afterwards, looking forward to the time tonight when I could spend my time with her again.

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[Author's Note: There you go Legolas and Leane's first fight! So trivial yet it is the truth of a real relationship. I once heard my mom fight with my dad over how he always forgot to close the lid on the toothpaste 😂Thanks for reading! Btw next chapter will be A BOMB. You've been warned.]