HAH! Two chapters in one day! Oh- what now! Who's your daddy! MUAHAHA!

Legolas had just finished packing and left the room, a servant carrying his bags. As he opened the palace doors, he was picked up and swung onto a horse. Jacque's horse, as a matter of fact. "Hihihihihihi!" Amber said, grabbing his poor servant (who was frightened out of his wits).

"Where are you taking me now?" Legolas demanded, doing his spiffy elf move and righting himself on Dae.

"Weeeeelllllll, see, there are these guys, right? Except they're not 'guys', they're elves. Three of them. And they were following us-"

"But not in a nice, 'Oh we adore you and want your autograph rawr' kind of way. More of a evil, 'Oh we're going to eat your firstborn child RAWR' scary kind of way." At this, Legolas looked startled. Amber looked at him suspiciously. "You wouldn't know anything about these guys, would you?"

"Of- of course not." Lego stuttered.

"He knows something." Jacque and Amber said together. Legolas winced.

"We're heading for the stables to get your horse. While Joey brings it out, you will explain to us exactly what you have to do with this." Jacque said quietly,

When they reached the stables, Joey came out to greet them. "'Ello! Wot d'ya need now?"

"I require my horse, Joey." Legolas replied kindly.

"Shor' ting, m'lord." Joey said, hobbling back into the stables.

"Now- why were those guys following us?" Amber interrogated.

"Well, you see, it was- I mean- there were… extenuating circumstances." Legolas stumbled over his words.

"Just spit it out." Jacque said angrily. "It looks like you sent a few mercenaries to get rid of us. I mean- I knew we annoyed you, but I thought you took it in good humour! I am praying to the Valar that I have blatantly misunderstood, but right now- just tell us what they were doing, Legolas." Legolas blanched. She used his full name- this was serious business.

"No- it's- no. When you left to pack, one of them asked me if I would like if they… restrained you. I said yes, but to make sure that no harm would come to you. I promise that I agreed only for your good! I was desperate to keep you from danger." Legolas said the last two sentences quickly, then cringed, waiting for an outburst from one of the girls. None came.

"Awwwwww! That is so sweet!" Jacque said.

"You wanted to keep us from danger! You really love us!"

"You are the most thoughtful elf ever!" Jacque finished. She then turned around awkwardly in the saddle and hugged him tightly. Legolas blushed, a sharp contrast to his earlier pale composure. Amber sniggered, at least until Jacque swatted her.Letting go of Leggy (reluctantly), she faced forward, pretending to have missed his rosy cheeks. Then Joey came out of the stables, leading a gorgeous horse behind him.

"Gasp! And who is this?" Amber cooed.

"This is Hwiniol, which means whirling, giddy, or fantastic." Legolas replied proudly.

"Ooooo! Whirlybird!" Jacque said.

"I dub thee Whirlybird." Amber said regally.

"What! You can't just change her given name!" Legolas said, aghast, while gracefully slipping onto Whirlybird from Dae.

"We're not changing her given name, we're giving her a nickname!" Amber clarified.

"Like- my nickname is Jacque- and yours is Leggie, Leggy, or Lego!" Jacque added.

"Oh. I still don't completely approve…" Legolas trailed off as the three elves pursuing the girls rode into sight.

"My lord! We apologize- we did not reach them in time." The first elf said hurriedly.

"No, no. I decided to allow them to accompany me." Legolas said calmly.

"What?" Replied the elves and girls- the girls excited, the elves confused.

"They are coming 'with'!" Lego said, smiling at Amber and Jacque. The other elves just looked confused.

"With what?"

"Me!" Legolas said giddily.

"Oh."

"Gasp! We have to say goodbye to Thrandy!" Jacque said, grabbing her reins and turning around.

"You're right! Meet you by the palace after, Leggie!" Amber yelled as they galloped towards the palace. Legolas shook his head. He knew his father would be grateful to have some peace after such constant strenuous ordeals.

When Jacque and Amber arrived in the Throne Room, the stuffy-butler-guy tersely said that "The King is not currently here."

Jacque and Amber finished for him- "Please leave a message after the beep. BEEP." And collapsed into giggles. Just as the stuffy-butler-guy was about to shut the door, Jacque and Amber slipped inside unnoticed.

As they walked to the throne (the stuffy-butler-guy had undoubtedly gone off to therapy or something), their mischievous minds went to work on one more evil plot before they left.

"Hey, Jacque- do you still carry around that bag of finger-paints with you? And the Duct Tape?"

"As usual!" Jacque replied happily.

"Why?"

"Well, finger-paints are the most amazing and sophisticated art medium there is- and Duct Tape is just Duct Tape. It's like the Force- it has a light side, a dark side, and it holds the universe together!"

"Hahaha, that's great."

"I've got a million of 'em. Didja hear the one about the two muffins sitting on a plate? One turns to the other and says, 'I think we're about to be eaten!' Then the other says, 'Holy crap! A talking muffin!'" Both girls rolled on the floor laughing.

"Okay, Jacque. How about this one- and actress and director walk into a bar- ouch!" They finally were able to straighten up- but only long enough to complete their devious, insane, and mysterious goodbye to Thrandy.

Thranduil walked into his Throne Room, eager to rest in the fluffy red throne after prolonged therapy with the local elven healer. However, when he arrived, he nearly had a heart attack. 'The Throne Room is so… colorful…' he thought, looking around at the ravaged room- wall to wall doodles and poems. 'What does this one say? "Roses are red, violets are blue, Thrandy is sweet, look up you crazy fool!" That doesn't really rhyme... wait, what? Up? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!'

His screams echoed throughout the palace once he had looked to the ceiling. Poor stuffy-butler-guy was Duct Tape-ed to the ceiling, with blue finger-paint dripping out of his hair and yellow finger-paint drying on his shoes. Jacque and Amber smiled evilly as the palace doors swung shut.