A/N: I'm sick, but that's not why Alice is sick. I wrote this chapter before I caught a cold. Oh, if anyone wants me to e-mail them whenever I add a new chapter, just tell me.

TASAKAPEOTKAUU: Don't worry I won't, he's one of my favourite characters… *grins* Actually he IS my favourite character, Legolas is still precious to me but… I dunno… he's just not as special as Haldir.

Dutch girl: Sure, I'll try. Now I've got two people wanting a romance.

*~*FoXy_LaDy*~*: Thanks, I'm glad you like it. Oh, 'Calad uin dúath thuiatha' means 'A light from shadows shall spring.' And it's not a stupid question. Not everyone is an Elvish major, myself included.

Europa: It means 'a light from shadows shall spring.' Sort of like saying, things will eventually get better. It's an excerpt from the 'Riddle of Strider' except in Sindarin.

Brittanymbt: I love Whose Line is It Anyway! It's so funny! And although sometimes it may get a bit repetitive; I still love to watch it.

Yellow Drake X: Well, here's the next chapter, hope you like it!

BigFatBirdWithNoLegs: It must suck not being allowed to post fics, why'd you get banned though?

Nova S.: Sure you can use it! And I don't think I'm good enough to take up comedy, *sigh* bye-bye big bucks. Oh, and isn't it weird that some people don't allow anonymous reviews, I really don't care, but I wonder why they don't.

lime green lion: Is this soon enough?

nut_job: Don't worry, the Haldir bashing will soon lighten up.

Liza Jane: Thanks, hey maybe you can e-mail me any time you want, sometimes I'm busy (seven stories… *cries* what did I get myself into?) so I may not have the chance. My e-mail's feather_tips@yahoo.com. Hee hee, I love anything on ice, 'cept curling, no offense but it's a bit boring compared to hockey or figure skating.

Iced T: Don't worry, I love Haldir, I won't treat him too badly anymore. LOL  And I'm glad you like Alice, I didn't really think people would find her amusing.

Toranoko: Hehe, I'm not going to make him gay. I love Haldir dearly and was thoroughly upset when he died in the movie. And yes, he is cooler in the book isn't he?

The Elfin Child: I hope this is soon enough. Hope you enjoy the chapter!

Disclaimer: I own nothing! NOTHING!

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I woke up the next morning with a dry and sore throat; my nose was all stuff up and I couldn't get a single whiff of air through that means even after ten minutes of difficulty. It was horrible; I'd gotten a cold. The morning air was so fresh and I couldn't even smell it! The temperature was wonderful, not too cold not too hot and topped off with a moderate breeze… ahh… such a nice day.

I found my pajamas washed and folded on the chair next to my bed; I sighed, might as well wear them, nothing else to wear. I pulled them on and stepped in front of the mirror next to my closet thingy too see how I looked, mostly my hair which was always in knots in the morning.

"Whoa!" I exclaimed as I saw the bundle of hair on my head. In the place of my sleek, straight hair was a series of knots that looked like I'd grown an Afro over-night. "Afro dude." I said to myself while trying to comb my hair with my fingers.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Double-OW! Ow. Ow." I paused to sniff and sneeze. Unfortunately for me my sneezes weren't just little a-choo's, they were violent and loud. "Ah… ahahahah… Choo!!" At this my head dunked forward with great force causing me to accidentally bite my own tongue and send me staggering backwards leaving the mirror with a few tiny speckles of spit. This was a serious cold, not a mild one, a serious one. If it were a mild cold I wouldn't have spit all over the mirror.

"Ow… my tongue." I let out an exasperated sigh. "Stupid cold."

I grabbed my Alladin clothes and wiped up the mirror. "There we go, all better. Though some Windex wouldn't be bad."

Again I examined myself, it felt weird to wear pajamas to go outside and weirder to have not brushed my teeth or washed my face without Neutrogena or Clearasil, soon my face will be invaded by little unexpected break-outs; k, maybe not but I felt cleaner after using one of those products. I sighed again. Maybe they had soap.

I poked my head into my private little washroom, "Aha! Eureka! Soap!" I inspected it a bit more. "How about a toothbrush?" I asked hopefully. "Darn… no toothbrush or toothpaste. I wonder how Elves keep their teeth clean…"

With no more thoughts I washed my face first in hopes that a solution to my teeth problem would come to me when I was doing so, boy was I wrong. Actually I did think of one little solution and that was to stick the bar of soap in my mouth, which wasn't very clever if you ask me; luckily I didn't actually do it or else I would've killed myself, I would've either died from lack of oxygen since I couldn't breathe through my nose and if I'd had the soap in my mouth I wouldn't have been able to breathe at all or because of the soap! But wasn't soap, as they mad it a long time ago, made of fat? Oh well. All in all, in the end I just brushed my teeth with my finger. Nasty, but better than nothing.

Finally after all that intelligent banter I was ready for breakfast; I stuck my head out into the hallway and continued with my sniffles and sneezes and my conversations with myself in my head. It was to my fortune that I ran into Veruwen, one of the Lady's maids. She was about Haldir's age, blond, blue eyes, tall, you know your average prissy, pretty little she-elf. 

"There you are, I have been looking for you." She spoke slowly obviously not very well acquainted with the English, or Westron I should say. "Breakfast is ready, though I'm afraid everyone else has already dined."

Didn't matter to me, I always skipped breakfast or ate it on the way to school. "That's okay. Where's the dining room again?"

"Straight down the hall, you will reach a grand set of doors, inside, is the dining room."

"K, thanks!" I called to her as we parted.

I reached the dining room, and pushing the wooden doors open I went over and sat quietly at one side of the rectangular table. It was set for one, me of course; I couldn't really figure out what the food was, just some sort of vegetation. Either way, it was quite good. Finishing up my breakfast I went to look for Lady Arëdiel so I could find something to do, once more bumping into Veruwen.

"Where's Lady Arëdiel?" I asked her.

"She is in the library, though you should not disturb her, she is tutoring Prince Legolas at the time being."

"Oh… then what do I do? I'm bored."

"Do whatever pleases you."

"Can I go outside?"

"If it is what you desire you may proceed to do so, though I caution you not to stray too far south."

"Cool I'll be sure not to go too far away… Oh, hey, do you know where I can find Haldir?"

At this her face stiffened with suspicion. "Why do you seek Haldir? What business have you with him?"

"Uh… I dunno, just bored I guess. Are you sure I can't disturb the Lady and Legolas? Can't she tutor me too?"

"Yes I am sure. Please, do not pester me any further with your questions, I am busy." She said abruptly and quickly walked away.

"O…kay…" I said staring after her. 'Does this chick have a thing for Haldir or something?' I thought to myself. 'Whoa, freak-show; like some sort of jealous girl with a crush or something, as if I'd take a swing at Haldir. Hmm… now where can I get some shoes?' It was quite normal for me to switch thoughts so quickly, usually they have a connection with one another but I guess this time they didn't. I then went in search for Istawen, the other maid who hadn't yet grown suspicious of me. I went around the house for ages and probably in circles too, I didn't know, though eventually I wound up back before the entrance to my room.

"Great! nothing to do." I entered and collapsed on my bed letting out yet another sneeze. "Oi…" Not long after I'd done so I saw something on my chair. I sat up to look at it more closely. A pair of shoes… sorta, more like slippers though. I couldn't believe that I hadn't noticed them, but I soon came up with the assumption that I had probably been too caught up in my brand-new Afro.

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I stepped out of the house and stood tranquilly allowing everything to settle; I couldn't believe it was real, Middle-earth, I was finally here. I could do whatever I wanted, no college, no school, no society in which you must abide and insert yourself into. I had felt trapped there, trapped in such a tight-bond world of traffic and business and technology and most of all, people.

I surveyed my surroundings, the trees were somewhat tightly packed but with the sun shining and the crystalline dew-drops atop the golden brown leaves I was hardly aware anything else. It was not long before I headed off to wherever, 'Perhaps I'll find the Athelas plant. Maybe that'll cure my cold, if it cured Eowyn, Merry and Faramir from the malady given to them by the Wraiths, why not a common cold?' I thought to myself, but that was indeed an irrational decision, I didn't even know what the Athelas plant looked like. However, the thought of the plant was soon driven away as I strolled through the woods taking care of the direction that I went. At that current moment I was headed somewhere close to the palace; as I pushed further on in that direction I began to hear the twang of bows. Soon I came into a clearing and saw some of the Elves that had escorted me to the palace when I had first arrived. I had stumbled on the archery fields.

"Cool…" I gasped in awe, stepping closer and placing my hand on a nearby tree. 

"What are you doing here?" A familiar voice asked.

I swiveled around in confusion. "Eh? Ohh… el pollo loco. Nice seeing you here too, you practicing your archery?"

"Yes. Though… What did you call me? Elle poiyo loco?" Haldir mimicked my words.

"Oh, it means 'the crazy chicken', name of a restaurant, never been in there, but I've seen the name a couple of hundreds of times."

"How terribly amusing…" He replied monotonously. "So I am now a crazy chicken?" He raised an eyebrow.

"In my world, yes."