A/N *dodges sharp objects thrown by readers* Its been what, a month? X( I always hate it when other writers take so long, and now I did it myself! Sorry. *offers mushrooms*

Pippin: Merry, why do you write indoors? It's much nicer outside!

Merry: Umm... everything is in here?

Pippin: We can take it outside! Let's go! *grabs paper, ink and pen* *runs outside*

Merry: *sigh*

Gimli watched Arwen closely, waiting for a chance to get his revenge. Finally, after hours of tracking her at a distance, she disappeared into the library with Aragorn. Gimli decided now was as good as a time as any. But there was a slight problem. He did not know where her room was, or any of her things. How could he ask anyone, without raising suspicion? He was meandering around aimlessly with his head lowered, when he ran into something with a crash. He had run right into a birdcage without seeing it, and knocked it over. The bird flew out and landed on the branch of a nearby plant before he could do anything about it.

Gimli glared at it. "Nice birdie." he muttered halfheartedly, slowly advancing on it with his hands outstretched, ready to catch it. The bird quickly edged away from him. Gimli dove for it, knocking the plant over in his haste. With a squawk, the bird flew off, and was soon out of sight.

Gimli slowly pulled himself out of the branches of the plant, groaning softly. He glanced around nervously. If anyone found out about this there could be considerable trouble. No one had seen him do it though, or so he thought. After setting the plant upright and trying to make it look as though nothing had happened, he carefully placed the birdcage back on its stand. But as he did so, he noticed a small label tied to one of the corners.

From: Elrond

To: Arwen on her 2,700 begetting day

A malicious smile slowly grew on Gimli's face. This was revenge enough! He was sure the elf would not appreciate her little birdie being set loose. After hastily checking once more to see if he was alone, he left as quickly as possible.

Once Gimli had disappeared, a shadowed face withdrew from a nearby window, shaking with silent laughter. The unknown person quietly walked away.

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Several hours later, Arwen was walking along the same hall Gimli had been pacing in earlier. She went straight to the birdcage, and opened the small wire door.

"Where are you, my Ilweranta?" she whispered softly, then looked more closely in horror. She could not see her pet anywhere. Someone must have let him loose, she reasoned. For the cage was locked and there was no other way out. After thinking for a few minutes, she finally decided that it must have been Glorfindel. He had always had a dislike of her bird, and often spoke of how amusing it would be if he got loose. Arwen rolled her eyes. The Balrog-Slayer could be really impossible at times.

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That night at dinner, all the guests were seated together at a large table, merrily talking amongst themselves. Arwen had not come in yet, and Elrond was beginning to wonder what was keeping her. Suddenly there was a flash of color, and a bird landed on Gandalf's plate, sending food flying. Gandalf started in surprise, then turned and glared at Elrond. The elves nearby burst into loud laughter.

Gandalf was still giving Elrond a death glare. "Elrond!" he shouted. "What…!"

Arwen dashed in, panting, her hair flying wild. "There he is!" she gasped. "I have been looking for him everywhere!" Gimli choked on his food and hid his face behind a napkin.

Gandalf grabbed the bird hastily, which bit his finger. Gandalf cried out and tossed the bird across the table. It landed in Elrond's wine, splashing it all over the exquisite robe he was wearing. Arwen rushed over and retrieved it. After a quick glance at the chaos, she ran out in embarrassment. Gimli was now having a hard time controlling his laughter, and Gloin was giving him strange looks.

After returning Ilweranta to his cage, Arwen did not go to dinner. She had something that needed to be done before the others were finished eating.

Merry: You were right. It's much better out here.

Pippin: *self satisfied grin*

Merry: You don't have to look so smug about it.

A/N Reviews get me to write faster...I kid you not.