I felt so foolish. I'd made a bet with Arwen: whichever of us could make it up to the citadel fastest would win and the loser would have to dress like the other for the celebration of the summer solstice. I ran as fast as I could, but when I reached the top. Arwen was already there.

        "H-how...?" I faltered.

        "There are quicker paths up other than the main road, Legolas," Arwen answered.

        I groaned. Of course they would have another way up! So here I was, dressed up as Arwen Undomiel for the summer solstice. My hair was dyed brown and I was wearing a dress and women's shoes. It was a fun party nonetheless. We danced and drank to our hearts' desires. Everyone drank their fill. Everyone was at least a little tipsy except for me and Arwen. Elves have this amazing immunity to alcohol. So Arwen and I are some of the only sober partygoers left. When the party is over we and a few other somewhat-sober citizens help get people home. Arwen and I pull Aragorn up to the citadel and put him to bed. Arwen slept in a separate chamber that evening, wanting to let her husband have the peaceful sleep he would need in order not to have a terrible hangover in the morning.

        I stayed in the commons room of their apartment for a while longer to make sure everything was alright. I was about to leave when my ears picked up noise from Aragorn's room. He exited a few moments later in his pants and a loose bedshirt.

        "Aragorn," I began, "you must go back to bed, otherwise you will have a terrible headache in the morning, or be sick."

        "Come now, Arwen," he slurred. "Why are you not with me in bed?"

        I blushed. He wanted me in bed with him? He knew of my feelings? Then, I froze. Arwen? Why was he...? The costume! He was so drunk that he couldn't tell me apart from his wife. I started to back away, but he stumbled after me until he had me pinned against the door, which swung open into the room; not the hallway. Damn! There went my chance for escape. I could smell the alcohol on his breath and scrunched my nose. He crashed his lips to mine in a fierce kiss. I'd wanted this for so long, yes. But not this way. I tried to break away, but Aragorn held me fast. I couldn't escape. He pulled me toward the bedroom. I wanted to scream, but my voice wasn't working. I wanted to hit him; snap him out of it, but he held my wrists tightly. He closed the door behind us and threw me onto the bed.....

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        I awoke early the next morning and ran out of the room. My hips protested but I didn't stop until I'd made it to my own chambers. I collapsed onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow. How could I have allowed that to happen? A few minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I slowly got up and walked over to the door. I opened it a crack and saw Arwen. She looked upset and worried.

        "Legolas, may I come in?"

        I let her in and closed the door behind her. We sat by a window that looked out over the Pelennor Fields. I saw mountains in the distance and the sun rising over them. Arwen broke the silence.

        "Legolas, what happened last night?" she asked, looking at me.

        "I waited for you and Aragorn to fall asleep after you went to bed," I answered, truthfully.

        "And after that?"

        "Um... I... I don't remember. Why?"

        "Aragorn came in and asked why I went to a separate chamber during the night. I told him it was so he could rest. He asked what I meant, and I told him that he was drunk so I put him to bed and went to sleep in a separate chamber to let him rest. He said that he'd woken up and I was sitting in the common room before he took me into our room and we made love. He asked me how I could not remember."

        I was blushing - hard - but asked, "Could it not have been a dream?"

        "Not when the bed is sticky. What happened?"

        I put my face in my hands, "I'm sorry, Arwen. I didn't want to. I think he confused me for you. He was drunk. I - I'm so sorry. I understand if you're angry at me."

        Arwen pulled me into an embrace and I hugged her back.

        "I could never be angry with you, Legolas," she assured.

        "Thank you, Arwen. You are being too kind. Does he realize?"

        "Yes. He was quite horrified. He thinks for sure that you hate him."

        We laughed. I could never hate Aragorn, he was as my brother. The hair dye wore off in a few days, as did my attraction to Aragorn. He was my friend and brother, I couldn't love him. Aragorn and I made up, and forgot the whole incident - for a while, anyway. I'd forgotten something. A characteristic of my race. Something that made me remember the incident in one of the scariest ways we could've imagined.

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