Disclaimer: See first chapter

A/N: No more writer's block! It's amazing… on with the story

Chapter 2: Gossip, Tales

Butterbeer stared at them for a moment. I have elven royalty and the sons of the Lord Elrond here! He looked around at the state of the eating compartment of the Prancing Pony; this place looks like a dump. Maybe I should clean it up more because they are here. Wait a second, he stopped thinking for a moment, why are they here? I mean they said that they needed a place to stay but couldn't they find a better place to stay. I mean I'm not complaining but still, this is huge!

He was just standing there, lost in thought, and then he realized that he had forgotten to get their orders. This is unacceptable, especially with such important guests. Butterbeer pardoned himself from the 'conversation' with her new visitors and quickly started shifting his feet towards the back room.

The place became livelier once more as he went in the back, despite the every now and then furtive glance at the three elves. Two of them were still quietly chuckling at their companion still for his behavior.

Legolas looked at them, once Butterbeer had completely vanished into the backroom. "What?"

Elrohir shook his head lightly. "Your behavior is quite amusing, our dear friend."

Legolas then looked at Elladan for any further criticism.

"I do agree with my brother, Legolas. There is no shame in being royalty," Elladan put it lightly adding a smile at the end. He had to see Legolas' reaction. Legolas has always carried this strict persona about him that always made the twins laugh. After all, they both wanted their friend to lighten up a little, if at all.

Legolas looked almost fumed with his eyes squinted in a slight glare at his two companions. At this reaction Elladan sighed, I knew he wouldn't think that comment was humorous.

"I never said that I was ashamed of being royalty," Legolas stated firmly.

Elrohir chuckled. "We never said you did."

"Then why did you say that?" Legolas questioned.

Elladan shook his head lightly. "Honestly?"

Elrohir looked at his brother with amusement in his eyes.

"Yes, please enlighten me," Legolas furthered the topic.

Elladan smiled lightly because of the look of seriousness in Legolas' eyes. "Relax, a little."

"How can I do that?" Legolas retorted.

"Well you could, sit back and enjoy your drink for starters," Elrohir sarcastically stated when Butterbeer finally showed up and set down their drinks in front of them. He stood there for a moment looking really intrigued at them.

Legolas threw the twins an agitated look as Butterbeer was just standing there. All three of them lightly looked at him as he did so.

"Where are you three off to after staying here?" Butterbeer finally asked the question that had been bothering him to ask them.

The three of them looked at each other. Yet again, they had gathered an audience to hear their answers. Elladan sighed, he knew that he and his brother were more likely to be receptive towards humans but Legolas on the other hand was raised differently then they were.

Legolas was raised in a strict environment. King Thranduil has very little tolerance for those trespassing through his land especially Dwarves. He conditioned his son, or so others believe this is so, to his rules. Although, humans, in King Thranduil's eyes, were considered more tolerable than dwarves it is less clear his views on them.

All the twins knew was that Legolas seemed really uncomfortable around most humans, if not all. They had told him that they had helped raise a human when they were home or rather when they actually got a chance to remain home from travels and such. Legolas merely stared at them and told them in more complicated and intricate words that basically they were crazy. It was always a complicated issue.

"We are traveling back to Rivendell," Elladan decided to respond for them. For this time, he had been ignoring his arm, which was recovering from the warg attack and from lass of blood due to the attack. He smiled weakly.

Legolas looked at him with concern. "Elladan."

Elrohir turned his attention immediately to his brother and placed his hand on his back slightly.

"I am sorry, but we must take our leave. Goodnight," Elrohir simply stated as he helped his brother slowly up from the booth.

This made it even clearer to Butterbeer why they had stopped for the night as he saw how weak Elladan really was at this moment. He slowly nodded.

"I will show you to your rooms," Butterbeer told them.

Legolas looked at him for a moment; I'm glad he can do something useful instead of just standing there and staring at us.

Nevertheless, they all kindly accepted Butterbeer as their guide to their rooms. As everyone else was watching them leave, whispers started to increase even more about the travelers. I mean what did they truly know about them.

"Should we trust them? I don't like it," one man said to another.

"Well, it does not look like they staying around here for long. I mean I know it's strange. I have not seen an elf before in person," responded another.

"Why is that? I mean we have enough of those damn rangers to deal with, now we have elves," voice yet another man.

"Let's just hope that they do what they want then they leave us be," the first man concluded.

"But what's that suppose to be?" the second man asked him.

"I got an idea, what if they are looking for wives?" the first man joked.

Everyone looked at each other. Take their women away from them? Now that's unacceptable. Stern looks crossed their faces.

The women though, overheard the men talking and looked at each other. That didn't sound a bad idea. Then maybe, we can actually leave this place. Besides they are very attractive, I wouldn't mind being taken away by them.

Upstairs, everyone was being situated. Legolas and Elrohir attended to Elladan's wound. They did this all before Elladan shortly fell asleep after they gave him some medicine. One of them decided to stay in the room with him, for the night it would be Elrohir. Then Legolas was faced with what he called a 'dilemma' in which he had two choices: go back downstairs in the pub and be alone with the humans or simply go to his room and reside there for the night. It was not a shocker that he decided to reside in his room for the night.

Butterbeer slowly walked down stairs after everything was situated when he noticed that he had yet another visitor for the night. Luckily for this visitor, Elrohir had given up his room to stay with his brother to monitor his condition. Butterbeer returned behind the counter and looked at his new visitor.

"How may I help you?" Butterbeer asked his new arrival politely.

"I would like a room," a tall, dark haired, ranger stated as he just stood there.

A/N: Here is the new chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed it… please review. That would help considering how long I'm had writer's block on this story!