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Recap: Poor Legolas and Enellewyn have to get married!

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CHAPTER 3

I cracked an eye open. The first thing I noticed was that my neck was really itchy. I reached up to scratch it as I looked at my clothing. The collar of my tunic was intricately beaded, and the beads were chafing my neck. Suddenly, the night's events came flooding back. I groaned. Married? I got up subconsciously and changed into a more comfortable tunic and trousers. I opened my bedroom door and began walking towards Enellewyn's room.

**

I woke up groggily. My head hurt and I figured I must've bumped it on something. I sat up on my bed and saw that I was still in my dress. I walked over to my bureau and took out a tunic and a pair of leggings.

As I changed I tried to recall the night's events. Stupid ball.ugly dress.being late.getting betrothed to Legolas.

Wait. Back up. Betrothed to Legolas?! I let out an earsplitting shriek that I'm sure the whole kingdom heard.

My bedroom door swung opened and Legolas stood there, looking very disheveled. My dress was hanging from my hips and my tunic was only on halfway, showing a large portion of my midriff. We both screamed at the same time and Legolas slammed the door closed.

I finally finished changing and looked into my mirror. My cheeks had flamed crimson and I pressed my cold hands down on them, hoping to cool them down somewhat.

**

Enellewyn opened the door to find Legolas standing there.

"Sorry about that," he said. "I heard your scream and."

"Can you believe that they are making us get married?!" Enellewyn yelled, seething. Legolas stepped into her room and closed the door behind him.

"I mean we're best friends, not, not.lovers!" she shouted the last word with resentment. Legolas sat down in Enellewyn's armchair as she plopped down on the bed, fuming silently.

"Finished?" Legolas asked.

"Finished? Finished?!" Enellewyn shouted, still clearly quite enraged.

"If you are, I have a plan," Legolas said resting his elbows on his knees and leaning forward. Enellewyn recognized the slight impish gleam in his sapphire eyes.

"I'm finished," Enellewyn said as she looked at her friend intently.

"We'll just sabotage the whole wedding! Then we can't be married because they'll all see that we are clearly not meant for each other," Legolas said simply.

"That's your wonderful plan?" Enellewyn said incredulously. Her comment was met by silence. A slow smirk spread across her face. "I love it."

"So, what do we do now?" Legolas asked in curiosity.

"I don't know! It's your plan!"

"Well now it is your turn to conjure an idea," Legolas exclaimed.

"I hate to break it to you, but I have nothing." Legolas sat back in his chair, deep in thought. A slow smile spread across his face.

"I've got it!" he said triumphantly.

"What? You have an idea?" Enellewyn asked. Legolas walked to the door.

"Meet me at the archery fields at dawn. Don't be late," he said before letting himself out and closing the door behind him.

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When dawn came, Legolas was already up. He hadn't gotten a wink of sleep because he kept on having nightmares about what could happen if he and Enellewyn were to get married.

He shuddered at the idea and got out of bed. He loved Enellewyn but only like a brother to a sister, not like that.

He changed his clothes and strapped on his quiver. He grabbed his bow that was resting on a chair and walked at a brisk pace towards the archery field.

When he got there, Enellewyn was waiting for him, tapping her foot impatiently.

"You're late," she said simply.

"No, you're just early."

"If you arrive after me, you're late," she replied.

Legolas rolled his eyes and calmly stepped in front of one of the targets. He reached behind his back for an arrow and fired with lightning speed.

"Well? Aren't you going to tell me your brilliant idea?" Enellewyn asked keenly, also stepping in front of a target and firing with a velocity that could rival Legolas. They fired a few more arrows, and the only sound that could be heard was the whistling of arrows and the twang of bowstrings being pulled back with rapid speed.

"Yes," Legolas said, walking towards the targets and taking all his arrows out of the bull's eye circle with care. Enellewyn followed him, and as she placed her arrows back in her quiver, Legolas turned around and walked a bit farther away from the target.

Enellewyn just sat on a rock and watched.

"Well," Legolas fired an arrow with accuracy. "My idea," he fired again, "is that we should lie low." He fired another arrow.

"What do you mean 'lie low' ?" Enellewyn inquired curiously.

"I mean, we should let them plan the wedding and we should go along with it," Legolas said, turning to face Enellewyn.

"What's the point of doing that? It solves nothing," Enellewyn asked.

"We wait until everything is perfect and then we move in," Legolas said slyly. "On the day of the wedding, we will find a way to disrupt every single part of the ceremony (A/N we are not going to make up any elven wedding customs. The wedding will commence as if elven customs are the same as ours. Sorry)."

"My friend, I love the way you think," Enellewyn said. Without them noticing, the sun had crept up over the tops of the trees.

"It's nearly time for breakfast," Legolas said, looking up at the sun. "We should get back to the palace before-" But he was cut off by a loud screeching noise.

"Enellewyn Silverleaf! I've been looking all over for you! We need to begin preparation for the wedding! You shouldn't be at the archery fields. A proper lady-"

"Doesn't practice archery. I know," Enellewyn said, rolling her eyes.

"Don't you roll your eyes at me, young lady!" she said, wagging her finger in front of her daughter's face. "Now, back to the palace!" She grabbed Enellewyn's arm and dragged her away from the fields.

'NO!' she mouthed to Legolas.

"Now, I know you want to spend time with the groom, but we have other important things to do!" Enellewyn's face blanched. Legolas shrugged helplessly.

'I'm sorry,' he mouthed back. Legolas watched, powerlessly, as his friend was dragged off to the palace. He went to go fetch his arrows and then headed back.

Breakfast was spent in silence for the 'lucky couple' as their parents made plans for the wedding. They were in a private dining room so that no one would intrude. Enellewyn played with the food on her plate as Legolas did the same next to her.

"Enellewyn, dear, what kind of flowers do you want? Roses, maybe?" Enellewyn's mother asked her.

"Huh? Roses, yeah, sure," Enellewyn said monotonously.

"Yes, of course. We must have hundreds of roses. White ones," Enellewyn's mother said. "Oh it will be marvelous!"

"Now we must set a date," Thranduil said thoughtfully.

"Let's say, fourteen days?" Enellewyn's father suggested. Legolas and Enellewyn were jerked out of their thoughtful silence.

"Fourteen days!" they shouted simultaneously, jumping out of their chairs. Legolas had hopped up so quickly that his chair fell backwards onto the floor with a bang.

"Well, yes. We want this wedding to take place as soon as possible," Enellewyn's father stated.

"But that's not a good time!" said Enellewyn worriedly.

"Sooner then?" asked her mother.

"No, No. Uh, fourteen days is fine," said Legolas quickly.

"Alright then. It's settled," said Thranduil happily.

Legolas and Enellewyn exchanged nervous glances. How were they going to come up with a plan in less than two weeks?

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