Author's Note:

So, we're not getting back to Legolas' story in this chapter, it just turned out to be longer then I thought it would be. Also you may not notice all of the ideas that I planned on using in it. I literally wrote this whole chapter while sitting through a very boring class so I didn't have the list of things I wanted to include with me. They might pop up later.

But thank you to everyone who sent in their ideas/suggestions. Nari-chan SND, Allergic-to-Paradox, HannahCimsGwendolyn, all-evil-grins, and overcheatedXdreamer. You guys are really awesome and this chapter is dedicated to all of you.

Anyway I will try to write even a short chapter to get back into Legolas' story by the weekend. If I don't feel free to e-mail/yell at me.

Chapter #37:

"Thank you," the Ghost of Smeagol cried with a bow, "you've been a great audience!"

"We hates you all," the Ghost of Gollum added, "die!" And with that the creature/ghost ran cackling through the wall and on to freedom from the dreaded library. Everybody stared after Gollum/Smeagol with wide eyes. Finally Gandalf broke the silence.

"Well…" he remarked slowly.

"Yeah," Aragorn agreed.

"That was…" Eomer paused trying to come up with a way to describe what had just happened. Finally he decided on a word, "interesting."

"It was disturbing," Thranduil corrected him. The elf did not look particularly disturbed however, merely as if he was amused. Elladan noticed this has he glared at the king.

"You enjoyed that," he accused Thranduil.

"I did," he admitted calmly.

"Insanity truly runs strong in your family," Gimli commented to Thranduil and Legolas. Neither elf was able to dispute that fact.

"Now I know why Frodo and Sam were so messed up when they had finished their mission," Merry remarked, "we always assumed it was because Mount Doom was a life changing experience, right Pippin?"

Pippin, however, was not paying a little bit of attention to what the group was talking about. He had run at the library doors, yelling at the top of his lungs.

"Elrond I know you can hear me," Pippin shouted as he banged on the library door, "I swear that if you do not send me food then I will eat all of the books in this library except for Legolas' story."

This got results. But not everyone was happy with the results. Nobody doubted that Pippin was capable of eating a library of books if he was hungry. And since Pippin was never not hungry… well you get the idea: The library of Rivendell was in danger of being devoured. Elrond quickly whipped the kitchens into action. Then he began to look for "willing volunteers" to bring the food into the library.

He tried asking Galadriel, but she politely declined by threatening to torture Elrond for the rest of time by making Legolas' story replay forever in his mind. So he began to look for "willing volunteers" who did not have to ability to project things into his mind.

Meanwhile, inside of the dreaded library Thranduil leaned over and spoke softly to Eomer, who he was sitting next to.

"Are you tired of being trapped in here and forced to listen to my son's story?" he asked the King of Rohan.

"Do horses like hay?" Eomer asked as he rolled his eyes. Thranduil just kept waiting for an answer so Eomer elaborated. "Yes," he sighed.

"Then follow my lead," Thranduil advised Eomer still speaking quietly, "I'm busting out of here. I am becoming ashamed of my son's antics. Not to mention that I am starting to get a terrible headache."

Eomer decided not to tell the King of Mirkwood that his headache was probably part of an oncoming hangover. After all, he reasoned, Thranduil had to have been really drunk to have volunteered to enter the library.

No one in their right mind would choose to listen to Legolas' story.

"All right," Thranduil interrupted Eomer's thoughts, "in a minute Elrond is going to send someone through that door with food so that Pippin will spare his books. When the door opens, just run at it as fast as you can."

"You can count on me," he assured Thranduil.

"You believe whatever you want to," Thranduil mumbled with a shrug.

The first people that Elrond found were Eowyn and Faramir. Before they knew what had happened they were being handed knee buckling amounts of food and ushered into the library. As Faramir entered Denethor laughed and pointed at his least favorite son.

And so, when the door opened Eomer pushed through the door, barely noticing that it was his sister and her husband who he nearly knocked over. The hobbits stampeded the couple, afraid that the food was about to fall.

Those who had been guarding the library door took off after Eomer. The King of Rohan ran to the stables, jumped on a horse, and rode off without a backwards glance, still being pursued.

They didn't even notice Thranduil calmly walking out of the library until it was too late.

As realization set over those within the library tempers rose extremely fast. And extremely fast is a huge understatement. It was as if one second they were all standing on the top of the Caradhras and all of the sudden using Legolas' teleporting powers they were in the heartland of Mordor.

All in all, it was not a happy group.

"They got away!"

"Those bastards!"

"My own brother!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill!"

"Stupid elf king!"

"Burn his hair!"

"Stupid man king!"

"Burn his hair!"

"Can I make a suggestion that doesn't involve violence?" Faramir asked.

"NO!" everyone yelled back.

"Never mind then…" Faramir mumbled sitting back against the couch with a sigh.

"Give it some time," Sam assured him looking sympathetic, "once you hear some of Legolas' story you will understand the rage at those who do not have to listen to the story of doom death and destruction."

Elrohir and Elladan had their own way to deal with the escape of Thranduil and Eomer.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Elrohir asked his brother.

"Yep," he answered.

And with that the two twins picked up a chair and threw it out a window. With the window now open the two jumped out and ran for their lives.

Second Author's Note:

"Can I make a suggestion that doesn't involve violence?" is a line borrowed from one of the very best movies on all time, Serenity. I suggest that if you have a chance you watch it and the television show it is based off of, Firefly. They are awesome beyond all belief.