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To your immense displeasure, Arwen invited Boromir to stay in the room to the left of yours. To your right was Legolas, who was at least a more tolerable hall-mate, though he wasn't in his room much.

Days passed, and you spent most of your time around Arwen, who gladly sparred with you. You tried to avoid Gimli and Boromir as much as possible, who you found to be grating and infuriating. After a week, Arwen told you that she, too, must leave, to find Aragorn and the Ringbearer.

"You will be fine here," Arwen promised, as she swung onto her horse, Asfaloth, with a dark blue cloak wrapped around her slender figure. "Those of Rivendell will always welcome any of the Dunedain people."

"Be safe," you urged her. "Mára mesta." Journey well.

"Always," Arwen promised. "Namárië." Farewell.

And with those words, she smiled softly and gently kicked Asfaloth into a gallop.

You stood and watched her retreating form for a moment, the same ominous foreboding feeling settling on you as when you'd watched Aragorn depart from the same spot.

You turned, and ran into a very large thing that had been standing right behind you.

"Nîdh! Ion e suni!" you cursed. Ow, son of a bitch!

Holding your nose, which was now bleeding, you looked up and blanched.

The large thing turned out to be, in fact, Prince Legolas Greenleaf.

"Hîr vuin! Goheno nin!" you apologised fervently. My lord, forgive me! Under your breath, forgetting Legolas's keen hearing, you muttered, "Elo, pe-channas Y/N!" Wow, you idiot, Y/N!

Legolas laughed at hearing you curse at yourself (and him, earlier). "Y/N, there is no need for such formal Sindarin around me. And allow me to apologise for standing so closely behind you."

You nodded at his request, hand cupped beneath your nose in an attempt to stop blood from spilling onto your dress of that day, which was a flowing mint number of some shiny, silky fabric.

Legolas's smile at your actions faded when he realised that one of your s/c hands was, in fact, filling up with blood spilling from your nose. "Rhaich! Y/N, are you alright?" Curses!

Your eyes pooled with tears as your nose suddenly began to throb, each painful pulsation bringing a fresh surge of blood. "Ouch."

"Oh, for the love of Elendil, I'm such an idiot," Legolas moaned. "Y/N, I'm so sorry - let's get you a cloth o-or something."

You held onto his arm, stumbling along with sudden weariness from the loss of blood. Why was there so much of it? Legolas looked down at you with clear concern evident in his expression.

"Hold on, melleth," he said, wrapping the arm you weren't leaning on across your back to help keep you upright. Hold on, friend.

You didn't know where he was going, but you figured in his more-than-two-thousand-years he'd know his way around Rivendell, from various visits. Soon, it became apparent that he was taking you to a Healers Ward of some kind.

"It's just a nosebleed, it's not that bad," you protested. "We don't need to go to the Healers Ward."

But, even as the words slipped from your lips, you felt the blinding headache the blood loss was giving you, the light-headedness and, as a result, your stumbling walk, and how your cupped hand was almost filled with blood, the sickening red liquid sloshing as you walked, and small drops peppering on the floor behind you.

"Liar," Legolas teased, though his face was tight, and he scanned the intersection of corridors you stood at. He let out an impressive string of curses, for a supposedly pure prince. "Ugh. I forgot which way!"

"It will be ... fine ..." you said, and suddenly you stumbled forward, falling towards the floor, your hand loosening so the blood cupped in it spilled all over the floor.

Legolas barely caught you, turning your body and hefting it up so one of his strong arms was under your knees and the other curling around your back, clutching you tightly to his chest. A stream of blood splattered onto your green dress, running down your face on the way.

"Y/N!" Legolas cried, as your eyes began to flutter closed. "Oh, this is all my fault. One bloody nose and she loses this much blood ... all my fault ..."

He finally remembered which way Healers were, and sprinted in that direction, trying to keep you stable in his arms.

Legolas raced into the Healers Ward, laying you on an empty bed. "Boe de nestad! Help!" She needs healing! Help!

You couldn't remember anything after that.

- - -

The first thing you saw when you opened your eyes were red sheets draped over your body.

Wait.

Those sheets weren't red. You could see lower down that they were white. That meant the red was ...

"Quite a nosebleed you had there, Y/N," Legolas said from a chair by the side of the bed you lay in. "Are you quite alright?"

"Fine," you lied, though you could feel a raging headache coming on. "How- how did I even pass out?"

Legolas winced. "That's my fault. I am so sorry - it appears my back is harder than it seems, and you broke open more than a dozen large veins in your nose."

You just shook your head, amazed at your stupidity. "Sorry you had to carry me here."

The tips of Legolas's ears turned pink, and his cheeks were tinted the same shade. "It's fine. You're pretty small."

You scowled at him, receiving nothing but a large grin in response.

"How long was I out for?" you asked, shuffling so you sat up.

"Just a couple hours," Legolas said calmly. "I had to go and do something for Elrond, but they called me back when they managed to get the blood to stop flowing."

You shoved away the blankets covering your body, also pushing away the disappointment that ripped through your body for some reason. What you didn't know was that Legolas had, in fact, been by your side the entire time you were out, cursing himself in Sindarin almost non-stop for his stupidity.

"Um ... Y/N ...?" Legolas stuttered, his entire face red now. "You ... uh ... might want to put some clothes on."

To your horror, as you looked down you discovered that someone had changed you out of the probably blood-soaked mint dress and into ... a slip. A highly revealing, white slip, no less.

You were pretty sure your face was on fire as you snatched Legolas's brown travelling cloak (poncho?) from where it sat on a nearby chair, throwing it over the slip. You were very glad for Legolas's height and your shortness, for it fell all the way to the floor and saved you from any further ... immodesty.

"They even took my boots," you complained, swinging off the bed, wobbling a little bit. Legolas caught your arm, righting you.

Embarrassed that you'd needed his help to even walk a couple hours ago, you wrenched your arm out of his grasp.

"I can walk very well on my own, thank you," you said, almost immediately wanting to take back the cold words, snapped

Legolas stood alone in the Healers Ward as you turned and walked off, the stone cold beneath your feet, but not as cold as the instant regret you felt over hurting him.

He looked after your small figure drowning in his large cloak, and slowly lowered his outstretched fingers.

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