Hello, my lovelies! Here are the promised bonus features! This is the Deleted Scenes chapter, and I've got three deleted scenes for you, along with a little commentary for each. I hope you enjoy them.

Originally, I was going to have a random wood-elf show up and talk to Feren. This wood-elf would betray our poor con-artist to the Elvenking. I decided not to go in this direction, but here is the original chapter.

Alternate Chapter Four

A random wood-elf was chattering to Feren, an exuberant smile making her face glow like a campfire- which, according to Feren, is quite an unattractive look.

"...and the Dorwinion! Ooh, I'm just so excited! What about you, honey bun?"

"Mhmmm..." was all Feren said, nodding politely, his face set in a grim smile. He hadn't been paying any attention whatsoever to her ramblings. Rather, he had been trying to formulate a plan.

Feren had already decided...

(the chapter continues in the same way as the published one until this point)

Feren blinked rapidly and found himself staring into the face of Galion.

"Where's that random wood-elf?" he asked.

Galion rolled his eyes. "I've no idea. Your 'random wood-elf' probably tired of your apparent inability to focus on anything important. Now. Listen to me." He glanced furtively from side to side...

In my development of Galion, I went through several ideas regarding his personality. While he remains very obedient and loyal, I had originally thought that he would be far more scared of the Elvenking than he ended up being. As you can probably tell now, he's a bit of a sassy guy(but no one else is allowed to sass the Elvenking, of course!), but he was much more polite in the beginning. Here is the polite!Galion version of Chapter Five.

Alternate Chapter Five

"Hah, hah, Galion! Who needs a jester with you around?"
Confused, Galion gave a short, nervous laugh. "I am glad that I've amused you, your highness, but what have I done to deserve such praise?"

The mildly inebriated king of Mirkwood laughed again. "Oh, just the way you strut around, with your nose up in the air- it's hilarious! And those quaint things you say. They're just so amusing."

"Thank you?"

"Oh, no need to thank me," laughed Thranduil. "Just pour me some of that Dorwinion."

"As you wish, milord," said Galion. Turning his back to the Elvenking, he carefully poured the drink into a golden goblet. "This is the easy part," he thought. "Now here's the rub." With shaking hands, he drew the drug from his pocket. He gently squeezed one drop into the goblet. His hands were shaking uncontrollably now.

"What's wrong, Galion?" asked the Elvenking. Was that suspicion that Galion detected in his voice?

"I... don't know," was all the butler could say without outright lying.

"Come here."

Galion obeyed, hyperventilating.

"Why don't you take a sip of that wine, Galion?" asked Thranduil, a knowing smirk on his face.

"It... it's yours," muttered Galion.

"That's never stopped you before," the Elvenking sneered...

I honestly didn't mean for the last chapter to be so depressing! I meant for it to be lighthearted, fluffy, and funny! But somehow it didn't work out that way, and ended up feeling fake and dull. I hope it doesn't leave that impression on you now, though! Enjoy the happy version of Chapter ten(it has Erestor in it! And Glorfindel!)

Alternate Chapter Ten

Lindir, eventually growing tired of waiting for Feren to stop moaning, decided to leave the room, and go see what the rest of the 'fugitives' were up to.

Lindir tiptoed down the hall, afraid of Erestor's wrath, should his footsteps cause the floor to creak. The chief counsellor had practically spit nails earlier this morning, when Lindir had strolled past one of the healing rooms, playing a tune on his lovely new Lyre. "Be quiet, if you please!" he had hissed. "Don't you know? The butler is sleeping, and Lord Elrond doesn't know why, so I would suggest that you refrain from making any unnecessary noise until he gives you permission."

Being a pushover, Lindir had squeaked an affirmative, and hidden in Feren's infirmary room until now. Lindir, however, didn't enjoy being ordered around, and thought, now that the coast was clear, that he would check up on the butler. Perhaps they could exchange some tips when he awoke- after all, they were both valets as well, weren't they?

Lindir slipped into the room, quiet as could be- and bumped into Glorfindel. "What are you doing in here?" stage-whispered Lindir. "You're too loud to be in here."

Glorfindel shook his head, rolling his eyes, then looked over at the sleeping Galion, who was lying on a nearby bed. "I'm trying to figure out what's wrong with him," he said, not bothering to lower his voice. "That strange red-head said that she thought that he was drugged, and if so, I'm very curious. It could come in useful sometime."

Lindir's eyes widened. "Don't you know those are illegal in Imladris?" he squeaked.

Glorfindel winked. "If it's for a good cause, than I'm sure that it's fine." Then he blinked. "Wait- he's moving."

Lindir suddenly grew timid and fled- he had no desire to be shouted at for waking the butler. He tore out of the infirmary room- and ran straight into Legolas.

Legolas blinked, then smiled. "So you're alive, are you? That's lovely- I couldn't be happier. Did Galion wake up yet? I'm hungry, and I thought he could make me something."...

And that's where I quit writing it, and went on to angst. You quitter, you. You could have made it funny if you had tried...

Guest Reviewer Tina, I'll reply to your Lyre, Lyre review here. I feel sorry for the Elvenking too! That's why the next chapter of this mini-fic will have the Angsty Alternate Ending, starring His Fabulous Self. Look forward to it, people! X) I'd appreciate hearing your feedback, even though these are just bonuses. So... please review! There are Galion hugs for anyone who does.