Hey, sorry it took so long for me to updated, I got lazy. And I discovered the wonders of Death Note (Go L!) and Ouran High School Host Club (Go Tamaki!). And Elrond fan, I don't like flames, constructive critism, yes but flames? I'm 12 years old for god's sake what'd you expect?

Disclaimer: See 2.

______________________Arwen's POV___________________________________

Aragorn didn't blow up. Surprising. But the twins did. How they did this I know not. I've given up asking. Anywaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy……………….

"So how are we actually going to stop this wedding?" I asked.

"Maybe we can knock my father and Elrond out and lock them in separate closets so they can't scheme and plan more evil things!" Legolas suggestive.

"That's dumber than you plan of how to deal with Aragorn."

There was a long silence when I said that, not because it caused deep thoughts mostly because we ran out of intelligent things to say…

_______________________Quick Legolas's POV_______________________________

What to say what to say, If only I knew what to say…

HEY ARAGORN'S STILL PURPLE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Hee, hee hee.

______________________Arwen's POV___________________________________

"Personally I think we should turn me back to my normal colors first" Aragorn suggested "but how will we, it looks like this stuff is on thick."

"There's a wonderful thing called soap Gorny, it is very lovely." Legolas remarked. "Just go wash it off, it's just paint. I can tell. Cause I'm magic."

Aragorn then went on his unhappy way to then scrub himself clean. One thing he never liked. He's always dirty and greasy. Note to self: Don't kiss him until he starts brushing his teeth on a regular basis. Disgusting.

"Well I have to go and plot the undoing of our fathers evil, so I need cake." Legolas stated as he was walking towards the kitchens.

"Bye have fun, don't get fat though."

Then I was alone. I walked back to my room, it was time to change Lady Ambreanna's bandages, the little bird that had crashed randomly through my window was on the way strait to recovery. If all had gone well I can release her soon. The fair lady was waiting for me in the box I had put her in. She was looking even healthier than before. She twittered happily at me. Sometimes I wish I were a wood elf so I could understand what she was saying. I've always been very jealous of Legolas and his family because whenever they came for diplomatic reasons, (Or my brothers were lonely and they need a friend.) they would seem to have birds just following them and attempting to talk to them. When I was younger every time Legolas and his numerous brothers would come for a visit I would be so filled with jealousy at them talking to the freaking trees I would be rather mean to them.

_______________________Flashback________________________________________

Arwen had just turned 7 and was meeting the royal Mirkwood family for the first time. It was a very big day for her because her Ada had said that they have a little boy who was just about her age, just a little younger. It was very lonely for Arwen because she had no playmates her age to grow up with. The closest thing she had were her brothers but they were already in the "too old to play with lame-o little sister" stage.

The Mirkwood family carriage had just arrived. The carriage was only used when transporting little ones, and since there were so many children it was unusually large. When it had pulled up you could hear the shouts of the assorted children, ranging from a tiny child to full grown adult. It sounded like more fun than anything Arwen had ever heard. She couldn't wait to meet this "Legolas" character she had heard so much about. Apparently he was about two years younger than her and was "a nice lovely boy". But "nice and lovely" also was used to describe her brothers so she was a wee bit skeptical. Finally they were getting out. Arwen's entire family was there to greet them and in some nice clothes, not their best mind you, some of their best because six new mischievous boys were coming and they didn't know what to expect. The out came Thranduil, looking just as kingly as anyone could when one had been hit upside the head with a banana peanut butter sandwich and when he had obviously missed his morning cup of coffee. Then out came the oldest child, Lothion, looking just as tired as his father but laughing just the same. Next out came the two boys that could have passed for twins but were really good year apart, Lassnír and Laerchir, who were the third and forth oldest they were giggling at someone that was coming out next. Then came Leacla the second oldest looking disapprovingly at the "almost-twins" wondering what horrible thing they had done. Suddenly the step Leacla was standing on collapsed leaving him in the dirt. A cute childish giggle could be heard coming from the carriage. Then came out Lairelandon looking unimpressed, he jumped off the carriage skipping the broken step quite gracefully despite the fact that he had landed on Leacla. And last but not least came a very small child with bright blue eyes and slightly ruffled flaxen hair, looking amused at his brother's antics. Then looking mildly troubled at the missing step. He could barely reach the ground if the step was there and if it wasn't he was as stuck as the average kindergartener was attempting to get off a carriage four feet off the ground is.

"Hey! Tallish people! I'm stuck!" The little sweetykindumpleloveloveheartsandrainbows shouted. Everyone jumped out of his or her shock. Instantly the scene had been one of watching people jump out of a carriage to one of greetings, hugs, formalities, Informalities, and a child being ignored.

Arwen then went up to the strange carriage and looked up. From a seven year olds perspective it was like a mountain, huge and towering. She looked up at the blond boy with interest; he looked down at her.

"May I ask the fair lady if she could alert her father and mine that I'm stuck?" He said charmingly.

Arwen immediately ran to get her father. She was charmed by the younger boy. It was amazing how charisma just seemed to ooze of that boy in large delightful waves. One could tell that the boy would break many hearts in his lifetime. Male and female alike.

"Excuse me, your majesty, your son is still trapped in the carriage." Arwen informed Thranduil.

Thranduil replied, "Oh yes, the broken step, he can't get down can he. Remind me to kill Lassnír and Laerchir later. And call me Thranduil. Not King Thranduil just Thranduil. But not Thrandy. Or –

"JUST GET ME DOWN FROM HERE!!!!!!" Thranduil's youngest son screamed. Thranduil finally freed his youngest son from his "prison"

"Thank you." Blondie said.

He turned towards Arwen "Sorry about that mademoiselle, but if I let that go on any longer my father would have blabbered on for ages about how people have messed up his name. And that carriage smells like peanut butter. And by the way, I'm Legolas. Pleased to meet you fair lady. May I inquire your name?"

"Oh, I'm Arwen I'm seven how old are you?"

"I have just turned five."

It's all old history from here. They became the best of friends. They disconnected when Legolas entered his "rebellious years" and went adventuring. But he grew out of it (sort of, but he was still erratic as heck.) and he's where you see him today.

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Meh. That sucked. Sorry but I didn't get enough reviews for the ab description. I wanted a total of ten for all of the chapters. (I only needed six more!) But noooo…. Lazy readers. Anyway…. New trivia challenge!!!!!!!

_______________________Who's my favorite Death Note Character?__________

Same prize as last time. NEED 6 REVIEWS FOR YUMMY LEGOLAS! Yeah, I'm greedy.