A/N: Hello, my lovely readers. I see you've made it to chapter 7 – congratulations! Thank you for your reviews, Andy the willow tree and guest reviewer CoffeeRanger.

Andy, I will try my best to whip up a proper story on the field trip of the fabulous four of chapter 6, but I can't promise it will be before Christmas.

And CoffeeRanger, to me Thranduil equals Lee Pace as well – but mainly as he was in the last BOTFA scenes with Tauriel and Legolas (remember the moment after Legolas leaves? To me, THAT is Thranduil as he truly is in his heart of hearts ...) So glad you liked Elrond, Glorfy and Erestor – I had SO MUCH fun writing them!

As for this new chapter: I know it's probably a bit silly, but I can actually picture them doing that.

General warnings: see chapter 1.

Chapter warnings: none.

Disclaimer: see previous chapters. If I owned anything, I'd be sharing a flat with the whole gang (and probably doing their laundry and all the ironing ... men! *sigh*)

*LOTR*LOTR*LOTR*

Let me show you that I care

7. Be willing to step out of your comfort zone and try new things.

"Come on, Legolas. Just try it. You might actually enjoy it."

The elf looked doubtful. "I have lived for three thousand years now, Aragorn. I think I have found everything I enjoy about this life."

The Dúnadan was nothing if not persistent. "In your world, that is probably true. But how much is there about the world of men that you don't know yet?"

"I have studied the world and ways of men in countless hours of lessons. Do you mean to tell me there is something I do not know about?" The elf wasn't bragging, that much was clear from his tone of voice. In fact, the slight crease just above the ridge of his nose indicated that he was scouring his perfect Elven memory for something, anything he might have missed.

"I'm just saying that there is a huge difference between reading about something in a book and actually doing it," Aragorn replied with an encouraging smile.

Legolas still looked a little uncertain, but at this moment Faramir burst into the room, clad in a light tunic, breeches, and boots. "Are you two coming or not?" he asked, practically bouncing with excitement. "Everyone's waiting for you!"

Aragorn, wearing similar clothes as his steward, didn't wait for any more objections from Legolas. He took his best friend by the hand and fairly dragged him outside and into the large courtyard where about a dozen other former rangers and soldiers were waiting for the three missing participants. "Don't worry, Legolas. You will pick up on the finer points of the rules as you go," he said with the same excitement as Faramir in his voice and a sparkle in his eyes.

With a resigned grin, the elf prince shook his head and quickened his pace. "What is this game called again?" he asked, suspiciously eyeing the round leather object on the ground in the middle of the courtyard.

Faramir and Aragorn laughed in delight and replied in perfect unison.

"FOOTBALL!"

A/N 2: Happy Thanksgiving! Have a wonderful holiday.