A/N: Well this is a little late. But I suppose it goes with the season. Yay! This is pretty laid back. I didn't have the time or energy to do anything extremely epic... SO, I thought... fluff-ish.

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Run and Run and Run:

The quiet was normal, now that he thought about it. Especially on nights like this.

Legolas turned and weaved his way through the dark halls, following a path that only he seemed to know. It was some sort of woodland talent and sense of direction that no one else had. Or it was just because his mind had been warped by years of living underground. Either way, it was bearing them efficiently and safely away from their crimes. Elladan, on the other hand, wouldn't be able to navigate through the mess of halls if he wanted to. He'd probably be lost, and then die. And his luck would have it that no one would find him for the next thousand years. Alone in the dark, cold stone of the palace. That brought his mind back to former topics. The quiet.

In Rivendell, during the autumn celebration, it was usually louder. More often than not, elves were up through the night in celebration. It wasn't to say that the Mirkwood elves didn't celebrate -Elladan was sure they did more of it than anyone on earth. The fact was that they did it outside, rather than inside. Rivendell celebrations were held partially indoors, and outdoors, while these feasts and parties seemed to last always outside.

So that left the kitchens empty. It was a classic tradition for the four young elves that had wandered from the feast. They had done this many times, on so many occasions that Elladan thought Thranduil should have been prepared by now.

But as of yet, they wandered unhindered. While Legolas was at their front, leading them away from the crime scene, Arwen brought up the rear. She was holding their prize. And eating it. He glared at her. She didn't seem to notice, and simply went on munching, lost in her own little world -or at least that's how she acted. Elladan's eyes narrowed. They were supposed to wait till they arrived back at the rooms. When he caught her eye, she smiled sweetly and offered him a piece.

I shouldn't take her betrayal. That's all that food is. The food of betrayal...

Elladan nodded and accepted.

Elladan wasn't quite sure why they hadn't just walked up to the food tables and taken the delicacies themselves. It wasn't like they were forbidden. But Legolas always insisted on stealing the new ones right from the oven, from underneath the cook's nose. He had said something about the rush and thrill of it—which Elladan couldn't deny. Running away from that cook was like being chased by a Warg. You'd run and run and run, hoping to the mighty Valar above that she ran out of breath before you reached the stairs. Or before she had the chance to tackle you like a monster. The Elleth was remarkably fast for a cook. Elladan still wasn't convinced that she wasn't an ancient squirrel—or some other sort of fast animal—from the First Age.

They had avoided her for many autumns, and only by Legolas's quick thinking and Elladan's bravery did they ever make it free of the Elleth. But now it seemed she wouldn't show. That made him upset. He had expected some sort of battle, or at least a struggle. Blood and nails and unearthly screeching, mixed with some sort of chant. But she wasn't there. Maybe she had given up this year? That had only happened one other time, and Legolas had still been dragged away by the ear. The things they went through for pumpkin muffins and milk.

Well then, he thought with a smile as they reached their rooms. Finally no resistance.

It was another year well spent, he decided. And as they talked and laughed in the darkness of the room, drinking and eating all through the night, he felt content. He was happy just to be with his friends and family. It was really all he wanted.

A/N: Well then... I realize Elrohir isn't really mentioned... but he is there...

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Happy day after Halloween... and if you don't celebrate... Have a wonderful November.
I was Anna Strong for Halloween. She was one of America's first official women spies to be recorded. Her job was to hang black petticoats on her clothesline that looked out over all of Long Island Sound to signal to the courier that they had information against the British. There were many bays, and spying was dangerous, so she would hang napkins beside the petticoats to signal to the courier which bay to meet at. Today spying would probably get you imprisoned for life and tortured maybe. Back then, it was a guaranteed hanging. It's still dangerous either way, and you could still die today. However, back then, the whole odds and results were against you. There's your history lesson of the day!

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