Disclaimer: Legolas: (enters readers' view and stands there sheepishly, then looks off screen) do I have to?

Kchan: yes, now hurry up, they're waiting.

Legolas: (sighs and looks up at readers) kchan does not own me, the pretty elf boy, or any of Tolkien's work. (runs back off screen and readers hear gurgling noises, then comes back on screen)

Kchan: what were you doing?

Legolas: I was washing my mouth out with soap.

Kchan: it wasn't that bad.

Legolas: can we start already? I thought you said they were waiting.

Kchan: alright, alright! Here's chapter two!

Leslee opened her eyes to see the glowing embers of the dying fire. It wasn't dawn yet, but she sat up anyways. She had zero period band, and was used to getting up at ungodly hours. She saw Legolas lying on his back, his hands behind his head as he stared up at the stalactites (those are the ones hanging down, right?) as if enthused with them. She thought he was daydreaming at first, but then remembered that elves sleep with their eyes open. Her wrists were sore from sleeping with the rope still binding her hands, but decided not to complain. She found a sharp rock and made quick work of the ties. She rubbed her wrists, and stretched, marveling in the fact that she'd gotten them off without waking him. She knew it would be stupid to run from an elf, let alone this one, so she thought she'd surprise him, and get the fire going, and maybe breakfast. She found some wood by the entrance, and set them in with the embers. She went out again, and got some kindling. The logs had just caught fire when he began to stir. She got out his mesh kit, and handed it to him as he sat up. He took it from her slowly, somewhat still asleep. The gray morning light started to find it's way to them, and he fully shook the dream that had still been occupying his mind. "You can either make breakfast, or we can have my cereal bars, but I think we should get going soon. I'm not the most patient person, and I'd like to get out of here."

He looked up at her, his eyes narrowed. "You undid the bindings, yet you're still here?" he asked as he stood up. He put a hand on her forehead, "Are feeling all right?"

"No, my bloody arms are killing me, but that's besides the point. Are you going to make breakfast or not?"

"Why didn't you run?"

"Look Mr. Elf, just cause I'm blonde, doesn't mean I'm stupid. You would have chased me down and never trusted me again if I did, and I really don't want to go all the way to Mirkwood with my hands bound."

"You're smarter than you look," he said surprised.

She glared at him, "You're confidence in me is over whelming." She took the hand from its perch on her head, and went to go get her backpack, but stopped when he didn't let go of her hand. She froze, her back to him in mid step, their linked hands, the only things keeping her balanced. She didn't get what he was doing, until he came around to face her, still holding her hand.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," he said quietly.

"No, you meant to kill me." (Ooh, that was cold ;P)

"Menla, please," he begged, holding onto her hand as she tried to move away.

"Why are you doing this?"

He was silent. He didn't know why he was doing this, or even what he meant by it, but he had a feeling she knew, even if he didn't.

"I thought I was your prey, not your lover." (More coldness)

"Are you?"

"You tell me."

He stepped closer. "I don't know, but I'm willing to find out."

"I don't know, but I don't think I'm willing to let you play with me before I die." (Doesn't get much colder then that.)

"Who said I'd be playing with you? I don't know about you, but I'm being completely serious about this." He took yet another step, and put his free hand on her hip. She tried to pull away, but he held firm. "Why are you fighting this so much?"

"Because I value my virginity!" (Reaching subzero temperatures here.)

"Who said anything about your virginity?" (People, applaud the brave elf, he is still trying!)

"Well that's what a lover is, isn't it? Some piece of flesh you're too scared to marry?"(Are we in Antarctica, or is it just me?)

"Menla...I've never loved before. You said it your self: I know nothing about love. I don't know what this feeling is, but I want to figure it out before I do something I'll regret."

"Well what you're trying isn't a great way to do that." (Coming up on negative one-eighty here.)

"Please, Menla. I meant bringing you to your death..." (He's so pathetic, I think I might cry).

"Well, I think I'd rather die then take a chance at a one night stand." (An ice cube is looking downright warm right now.)

"Kiss me."

"What?"

"Kiss me. That's all I ask."

Dun dun dun!!

Oh Man am I mean to my characters! That was just torture! But I'm cruel and heartless (at least that's what my little brother tells me) so yeah. But don't worry! It gets better, I promise!! Just keep reading! Don't hurt me! (runs and hides behind Legolas)

Legolas: (steps aside) have at her, evil fangirls, just leave me alone.

Kchan: that was cold.

Legolas: hey, you're the writer. Don't go telling me I'm cold. (storms out leaving fangirls glaring at the helpless author)

Kchan: even my own characters turn on me. I guess I better be nicer...(looks at mob of fangirls) and run!