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Auguruj: Well, he has a particular thing against Fenna, especially after she punched him in the face, and then had the audacity to make friends with Thranduil. Anything to get rid of her and all ^^' Ahh, no trading just yet - I haven't shown what fun you guys have been having with Thrandy yet lol. Dagalion's father...well, you'll see what he thinks of this in the chapter after this one, but safe to say he's not 'unhappy' about it. Well, Dagalion's a bit of a silly to be honest. He lets hate blind him to what's around him, and sort of becomes single minded, threat of death or not XD Oh, can I not? Who says I don't have another character ready to introduce at her death, one that can take over her role seamlessly? ;) Ahh, his name was Firverior I believe ^^ ...Fiiiiine, I'll consider it...but only if you behave XD

Christmas 95: Yup, stabbed and poisoned. Fun times eh? I had to make things a little more perilous than just a simple stabbing, as I've shown she can recover from that pretty easily, so poisoning her it was :P Muhahaha, I do like to keep you guys waiting - means the reward is that much sweeter, no? Ahh nooo don't die T_T Then I'd have one less review to look forward to every month :( I had a lovely time thank you - and don't worry, it's back to business as usual now!

Savage Kill: Maaaaaaybe, maybe not - you'll just have to read on and find out ;)

DianneBaquiran: Yeeeeeeeeees!

Me: ...what was that?

Legolas: I...I'm not sure...it almost felt like you went away for two weeks, then sat around until it was time to update the story...but no, you wouldn't do that to us, right?

Me: Naaaah, I'm not that cruel. Hmm...ahh well, whatever it was, I'm sure it's finished with now...this however, isn't *gestures to where Auguruj and Christmas 95, wearing Elf costumes, are having a tea party with a tied up Thranduil, force-feeding him cakes (not that he seems to mind, the traitor)* HEY, YOU GUYS, WHAT THE HELL'RE YOU DOING WITH THRANDY!?

Auguruj: Oh heeeeey Devicorn, long time no see! How're things? Oh, are you here to join the tea part? I think we've got a few spare seats somewhere.

Christmas 95: Yeah...but I;m sure you can poof one up if you can't find them...oh you brought Leggy too!

Thranduil: Hhhhhhhlllp! Pplllss, summmunn...PLLLSSS *falls silent again as another cake is given to him*

Me: Oh for the love of Eru why is it always me that's resquing him? Shouldn't it be the other way around? *poofs back into normal form, sending Legolas sprawling to the floor* Oh sorry Leggy.

Legolas: Not...ow...not a problem...just please, get my father as quick as you can...I don't think I can watch this much longer.

Christmas 95 and Auguruj: Aww poor thing, come and sit here, we'll help you feel better ^^

Thranduil: NUUUUUUUUU!

38: Cracks in the Glacier

Something stroked my cheek, something that wasn't physical and yet was wonderfully warm, I struggled closer to it through the darkness I had been drifting in for such a long time. The shadows clung to me, begging me to stay in their blessedly cool embrace, but I fought with them, pushing them off and clawing my way towards the warmth that continued to brush my cheek with beckoning fingers.

What could have been hours passed before I freed myself completely from the darkness and pulled myself back to the land of the living, my eyes gummed together with sleep.

Ooohhh, god….my head, I groaned as I eventually managed to force my eyes open, flinching and squinting against the beam of sunlight that had pierced the dark haze I had been lost in for….how long had it been? And…where am I? I questioned as my eyes, free of blur, took in the great open window through which the sunlight was filtering, one that overlooked a sea of colour and was most definitely not a part of my room.

Did my pain medication for this month have something bad- I started to think, but at that moment a gentle voice, rife with concern and weariness, spoke from in front of me.

"Fenna?" My eyes widened as, turning my head slightly, I found none other than Thranduil sat in an ornate chair beside whatever extremely comfortable thing I was lying on. When our eyes met, the sharp edges of Thranduil's expression softened greatly. He sighed quietly, closing his eyes for a moment before reaching out and taking my right hand in his left.

"You are alright," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else, and I frowned. Why wouldn't I….oh, I trailed off as my sleep hazed memory cleared, revealing to me what had happened last night…or…when had it happened? As soon as my thoughts returned to what had been done to me my left shoulder began to throb with a sharp, deep rooted pain that sent a wince shuddering through me. A duller pain made itself known to me across my throat and at the side of my head, but that was nothing compared to that which emanated from my shoulder.

"Thran…duil?" I rasped, voice sounding like pieces of sandpaper being rubbed together. I coughed after managing to force the word out, throat dry, and my head span as I did so, blurring my vision for a moment. When the room had stopped spinning and my coughs had subsided, my eyes were met with the sight of a beautifully crafted glass filled almost to the brim with water.

"Drink this," Thranduil commanded gently, letting go of my hand as I, feeling suddenly parched, slowly began to prop myself up on my right arm, wincing as my shoulder began to throb even more in protest to this small movement. My hand trembled as I went to take the glass from the Elvenking, so weak did I feel, and it was with an alarming effort that I managed, with Thranduil's help, to tilt the glass enough to allow the cool water to trickle down my throat.

"Thank you," I sighed softly when I was done, slumping wearily back down on to the pillows beneath my head – because what else would I be lying and feeling so comfortable on? – and catching the faint scent of pine needles and cool mountain air as I did so. Where is…that coming from…I've smelt it before…I thought slowly as Thranduil, setting the glass back on whatever it had been resting on, returned his ancient gaze to me, reaching out and once more taking my hand in his.

"Where…am I? How long have I been…unconscious? What happened to me after…after I was…?" I struggled, voice still hoarse from apparent lack of use.

"You are currently resting in my room, and it has been almost two days since you were last awake," Thranduil answered softly, and I felt my eyes widen at both of these statements. Two whole days!? And I'm in Thranduil's room…in his bed!? My spinning thoughts were interrupted as my friend spoke once more.

"As for what happened to you after you were brought into my study…," Thranduil paused for a moment, gaze lifting and turning far away before he blinked and continued. "When the healer arrived you were already drifting in and out of consciousness, and I could barely make out anything of what you said…I could not understand why it was that you were so ill from a simple stab wound to a non-vital point.

"As soon as Harneth examined the weapon with which you were injured, she knew what had happened…you were poisoned with Deadly Nightshade, Fenna. Something I believe Dagalion coated the blade with to ensure that, should you survive the initial attack, you would quickly succumb to the second." Thranduil's voice grew dark and cold as an ice filled cavern as he almost spat the other Elf's name, and I shuddered.

"I…nearly died?" I coughed after a moment of frosted silence, my body growing colder as Thranduil nodded slowly.

"You…had very little time left when Harneth discovered the poison coating the blade," he said quietly, seeming not to notice as he began rubbing his thumb over the backs of my fingers, which were still wrapped in his hand. There was an edge to his voice that I remembered hearing only when speaking of the great losses littering his past, one that I hadn't expected to hear as he spoke to me. "Even less when she was finally able to apply the antidote to your wound and begin trying to draw the Nightshade from you."

"…And I have been asleep in here ever since I was…presumably…healed?" I questioned wearily, the effort of even speaking draining me of much of what little energy I had and beckoning sleep closer. Thranduil nodded, concern still mixed with relief in his unmasked expression. I tiredly squeezed the hand still holding mine, sighing out, "Don't look so worried…I...I'm awake now," as I took comfort from the solidity of the Elf's fingers around and over mine. A faint smile appeared at the edges of his lips.

"But you will not be for much longer it seems, mellon. Rest now, and regain your strength. We will speak more when you are not so weary," Thranduil said as he returned the squeeze gently, his tall, lithe figure already beginning to blur as I fought to keep my eyes open for a little longer, just a little longer.

"Wh…at about…you? Where…will you…sleep?"

"As you well know, my kind are able to rest our minds and replenish our strength even when we remain awake," my friend answered, ignoring my frown of protest as he then lowered his voice to a feather soft tone as he murmured, "Now rest, Fenna, and let sleep heal your wound. Rest…"

Unable to do anything more than frown in protest as my eyes grew heavy with drowsiness, I eventually gave in to the gentle persuasion in Thranduil's voice, the pleasant scent from before washing over me as I let the lilting lullaby of his words sing me into a peaceful sleep.

The next time I woke there was an orange tint to the sunlight streaming through the great window, and the still humid air was beginning to cool, meaning a few hours…or perhaps another day had passed…No, I don't feel as if I've slept for another night and day. Thranduil was no longer sat where he had been, or anywhere in the room from the lack of prickling on the back of my neck, and I found myself somewhat missing the cool touch of his hand in mine.

Shifting slightly and wincing as my shoulder reminded of the wound cutting through it, I found myself feeling slightly better than I had done – my head wasn't as fuzzy with sleep, and my stomach, though still unsettled, wasn't squirming like it was full of eels. In fact, I was feeling ever so slightly restless, my body aching in the way it did whenever I slept for too long in one position.

Alright…I think it's time I moved a bit…can't be good for me just to lie here, anyway, I thought as I wriggled my toes and carefully stretched myself. My curiosity was also beginning to get the better of me, now that I was somewhat awake, and despite being slightly embarrassed still at the fact that I had taken Thranduil's bed from him for a few days I was still intrigued as to what exactly his room looked like. Would it be as grand as everything else of his? It certainly seemed as though it would be, from what little I could see lying down.

Taking a few moments to gather my strength, I then slowly slid my right arm beneath me and propped myself up on it, closing my eyes and waiting for the dizzy spell that had accompanied my rise from the pillow to dissipate. Once it had, I then curled my legs beneath me and carefully pushed myself over to the side so that I would have been propped up on both elbows. However, as soon as my left elbow took some of my weight I gasped and almost collapsed back into the pillow as pain shot down from my shoulder and stabbed all along my arm.

Ok, not such a good idea, I thought as pain rippled down from my injury, though it was less intense than it had been now that I had lifted my arm from the bed. Grimacing, I was careful to keep my weight off of my injured shoulder as I wriggled and squirmed my way into a sitting position.

I settled gingerly back against one of the pillows I pulled up behind me, tugging out a twist in the pale nightgown I was clothed in. Ok, that's better…god that hurts, I groaned as my shoulder continued to ache like nothing else. I'd thought my leg wound last year had been bad, but this was something else entirely, and no-one had even tried to unbind and redress it yet.

Combing strands of tangled black hair from my face, I then set about trying to take my mind off of the wound and looked about the one room of Thranduil's that had always made me the most curious. What I saw was more than surprising.

A silver satin canopy hung down from high above, falling in waves that rippled gently in the warm breeze and tucking behind the headboard, which was an intricate design of twisting vines, silver throated flowers and gold covered leaves that led my eyes this way and that for good few minutes. The bed I was sat on was large, too large for anyone to really want to sleep in by themselves, and was covered in a thin blanket that was like silk under my touch and was coloured like a stormy ocean. What really drew my eyes, though – what caught my attention and held it with ease – were the ceiling and the walls.

Hundreds and hundreds of what I could only guess to be tree roots were woven together over pale, almost white stone that I hadn't seen anywhere else within Thranduil's halls. They weren't simply hanging down from the ceiling or trailing along the walls in a way similar to a haunted forest, no. Instead they looked as if they themselves had twined together into a never ending maze of thick pathways that slimmed and clung to the walls until, as they reached the very bottom, the roots became almost see through they were so thin. Small globes of light, reminiscent of fireflies, seemed to hover in some of the gaps, casting a gentle silver glow as the day gave way to dusk, softening the shadows until, like my nightmare, they were only a memory of darker times.

"Wow," I breathed softly as I stared, somewhat awestruck, at the room I was in. It was rather far from the grand affair I had been expecting – even the tall mirror, large oaken desk, giant window and other such additions were rather simple for Thranduil's usually flashy and grandiose ways – but it was all the more beautiful for it. Idly playing with the moonstone and the owl resting against my throat, careful to avoid the scab forming across the long cut there, I examined Thranduil's room for a little while longer before turning my attention to the door furthest from me, behind which I could hear soft Sindarin.

How? Thranduil questioned himself as he, after thanking Harneth once again and watching as she then headed into his bedroom to check on and rebind Fenna's wound, settled into the space where his mortal companion usually sat. How has she become so entrenched within my life that the mere thought of her passing from this world is one I do not wish to dwell anywhere near?

He did not know exactly what had happened, but somehow Fenna had not only managed to subvert many of the barriers he had frozen around his heart and emotions all those years ago, but had also done so without truly meaning to do so and without Thranduil having much of an inkling as to what was happening between the two of them – it had taken him until she had been lying there on the bed, her back drenched in her own blood and her heartbeat quieting by the second, to realise how much a value he placed upon her life and the unlikely friendship he had gained from her, and just how much he would miss it if it were permanently taken from him.

As these thoughts spun through his mind, they inevitably returned to another question that had been bothering him ever since the near fatal attack upon Fenna's life. Why would Dagalion do such a foolish thing? I have known of his dislike for mortals for a while, but I did not think that his hatred of their kind ran so deep as to spur him to attempting murder. Thranduil tapped his fingers along the arm of the seat, gaze distant for a moment longer before returning to the setting around him as a whimper of pain and murmured words sounded from his bedroom. He sighed again, wishing not for the first time that Fenna was not almost completely immune to magic of any kind.

Then again, were it not for that immunity then Fenna would surely have been more affected by the sleeping draught that replaced her pain medication…and that would have meant her death, the Elvenking mused, having been told of this piece of information by those he had sent to investigate Fenna's room as soon as he was sure that its occupant would survive the night. The bottle had been lying innocuously enough on the floor, and had seemed to have held nothing more than it was supposed to upon first glance, but one whiff of what it had contained was, though it was a subtle difference, enough to alert Thranduil that Fenna's rooms were not as safe as he and she had thought.

At least there is something that I can do about that, was the thought Thranduil had as, minutes after she had entered, Harneth reappeared from his bedroom, a swath of bloodied bandages under one arm and, much to his surprise and alarm, a pale faced Fenna clinging tightly to the other.

"She insisted upon leaving the bed, my King," Harneth sighed, her voice full of apology as Thranduil rose swiftly, concern and annoyance hiding behind that pretence of an expressionless mask.

"I didn't want to lie around any longer than I had to, and as I can walk…I thought I'd get up and about for a bit," I said with a tired grin as I leant heavily against the healer who had saved my life. I still couldn't comprehend the fact that I'd very nearly died, and knew that I probably wouldn't. It just seemed like a bad, distant dream, one of many I'd been having recently.

"You cannot walk, Fenna, not by yourself," Thranduil huffed as he reached out and, taking me from where I clung to Harneth and allowing me to lean against his tall frame, ushered me over to my usual seat and sat me unceremoniously down. Harneth smiled slightly as she watched the two of us, her words from when she had been checking and rebinding my wound lingering in my mind.

"He cares greatly for you Fenna. More than either you or he realise," she had said, and when I had doubtfully asked her how she knew this the elleth had paused in her work, murmuring, "He sat by your side throughout the time you were unconscious and fighting off the poison – the only times that he did leave were for sustenance and other such daily necessities, and even then it was with great reluctance.

Curling my bare legs beneath the folds of my pale grey gown, I waved goodbye to Harneth before closing my eyes wearily, unused to feeling so weak and nauseous even when my time of the month came. Even that small walk from Thranduil's bedroom to here had drained most of what little strength I had regained since waking up.

"You should have stayed resting," came Thranduil's voice as his cool presence settled down beside me, the rustle of his light summer clothing a welcome respite to the silence that had enveloped my poison induced sleep.

"You know very well that I don't like to sit around doing nothing, even when I am hurt," I answered, keeping my eyes closed and angling myself towards the last rays of the setting sun. Though it was still a headily warm early July, the warmth of the sunlight was pleasant enough against my slightly clammy skin.

"But you have not been hurt as badly as this before."

"No, but after two days asleep I'd rather spend a bit of time anywhere but a bed, wonderfully comfortable as yours was." I cracked open an eye, unfazed by the slight frown the Elvenking was sending my way. "Besides, if I were you, I'd be wanting my bed back so I could sleep in it, rather than the chair beside it."

"I have slept in many more uncomfortable places, Fenna. Resting in a chair is no problem for me," Thranduil answered, seeming faintly amused by my concern for his wellbeing when I was the one with a bone deep stab wound in my shoulder.

"Still, as beautiful as your room is," here Thranduil's smile grew, "I think I've stayed there long enough…you feel like helping me back down to my room in a bit?"

Thranduil raised an eyebrow in that way only he could manage, and he scoffed, "Do you really think that you will be returning to your room after what happened there?"

"…Why wouldn't I?" I asked, fully opening my eyes and carefully turning to face Thranduil, trying to ignore the jagged spikes of pain that ran down my shoulder as I did so.

"Fenna, you were almost murdered there, by someone who not only managed to spring two prisoners from my dungeons, navigate past the various guards patrolling the halls and corridors, but who also managed to replace your medication with a sleep and paralysis drug without being noticed. I will not even allow for there to be an opportunity like that again," my friend stated in a slow, measured voice I knew from the numerous times my mother or father had used it when addressing a rather silly question asked by my young brothers. I scowled.

"Could you not just post guards outside my rooms day and night?"

"That is a possibility…however, in light of recent events, I do not wish to trust anyone barring my personal guards with your life, and as I need them posted outside both the rooms of myself and my son, or resting until their next turn, that is not a possibility."

"…But…where the hell am I going to stay then, if you want someone guarding me, but won't have anyone but your personal guards do the job? And what about all my stuff?" I questioned, my annoyance growing at the no-room-for-argument tone Thranduil's deep voice had taken on. He flicked a hand in an unconcerned gesture.

"Your belongings have already been moved to where you will stay for as long as you remain within my halls…and as for where you will be staying…can you not think of a place where my guards can keep you safe without having to leave their normal duties?" I cocked my head to the side – a habit I'd picked up from him and the other Elves – and hummed softly, muzzy thoughts trying to scramble through his vague-as-ever words for the real answer.

When it finally hit me, or I thought it had hit me, my cheeks flamed red and my words, when I managed to get them out past my shock and embarrassment, were spluttered and stammered protests. There is no way I am sharing a room with Thranduil! It was bad enough realising that I was sleeping in the same bed he usually uses, despite how nice it smelt, but I think I'd collapse into one big ball of…I don't even know what… if I had to stay in the same room as him!

"No, where your thoughts are leading you is not exactly what I had in mind," Thranduil chuckled softly, eyes bright with amusement at the state he'd managed to work me into. "However, they are almost along the right track. Do you see that door over there?" He pointed to the one between two bookcases, one that I'd never been through despite my curiosity gnawing at me and telling me to do so numerous times. "Behind it are the rooms my son used when he was too old to continue sharing a room with myself, but too young to have a true set of his own rooms, as he does now. They are still perfectly useable, and somewhat larger than your old room…and, if someone were to try once more to take your life whilst you slept or otherwise resided within them, they would have to go through three sets of guards and myself before even thinking of harming you."

...It's a good idea, I'll give him th…at did Thranduil say he'd already had my stuff moved!? I thought with a jolt of surprise as his earlier words registered. After a moment, though, I let my irritation at Thranduil's presumption that I would agree with his suggestion slip away because, really, who was I to argue with the Elvenking unless it was something I was really adamant about? And besides, there had been a small part of me wondering if I would be safe going back to the room I had used for nearly three years.

"…Fine, but you'll have to put up with me playing my violin, sometimes at ungodly hours at night or in the morning when I can't sleep," I grumped, folding my arms as I gave Thranduil the same warning I'd always give anyone who came to stay over at my home for any length period of time…Ahh, that almost hurts as much as my shoulder, I mused quietly as a pang of homesickness hit me. Perhaps it was because I knew I was potentially nearing the end of my stay here in Middle-earth, or perhaps it was the fact that after my near death experience I hadn't woken to find myself surrounded by family and friends from my own world, in a room that, despite not having been occupied for a while, was still a clear memory, but it was a stronger pang than any I had felt for a good while.

Sighing to myself, I gripped the moonstone and owl pendant lightly at my neck and pushed the darker thoughts away, noting to myself that I needed to find Bainor and Amalthea and let them know in person that I was alright, before glancing up at Thranduil, about to ask him if he'd help me up so I could go see my new room…only to feel my eyebrows scrunch together in confusion at the hesitation on his fair face.

"What is it?" Thranduil continued to hesitate before, under my curious scrutiny, sighing and standing. His steps were silent as he headed for his desk and picked up a cloth wrapped bundle I hadn't noticed before, the sound of wood scraping against wood emanating from it as he did so. Sitting down beside me once more, Thranduil offered me the bundle, watching as I began to, at his nod, unwrap it before speaking.

"In the hurry to catch you after you first escaped their clutches, Dagalion and his to compatriots must have run with all possible haste back through your room," he started as, unwrapping the final layer of the green wool, I stared blankly at what lay in my lap. "In the confusion and rush, they must have somehow sent it flying from the stand it rested on…"

Gently I reached down and ran a finger along the elegantly curved neck of my violin, all the way down to where it had once joined with the rest of the instrument, but where now there was a great crack filled with splinters and ragged edges. There was another great crack running straight through the sound post and almost splitting the violin again at that point. The strings had somehow managed to stay attached, though they dangled loosely and made a sad, wonky sound when I plucked at one of them, vibrating dissonantly as I carefully tried to manoeuvre the body of the violin back up to the neck.

"I will have Curunas try to piece it back together for you, if you wish?" Thranduil murmured softly, but I shook my head. It was no use. Even if my futile attempts to piece the shattered instrument back together were taken over by someone like Bainor or Curunas, it would never sound as it had done before. Close, but not quite as it had been.

"No, I'll…I'll just ask him if I can have a new one…if he'll let me have one, that is," I replied in a voice that trembled faintly, a feeling of general world weariness settling over me. Though it hadn't been my violin per se, it had been the only one I had used during my time here in Middle-earth, and I had become as attached to it as I was to Thranduil or Aeolus.

"As you wish," the Elf beside me said with a dip of his head and a softening of his gaze, watching my silent mourning for my musical companion for a moment longer before standing and offering me a bejewelled hand. "Come, let me show you where you will be staying from now on."

Next Time (Yaaaay it's back!)...

39: Mercy

A few hours later, after ravenously polishing off the brunch Galion had brought up for the two of us despite my still somewhat unsettled stomach, Thranduil pulled me from the half sleep I'd been enjoying with a light touch on my shoulder. Blinking myself back to full wakefulness, I gave him a half sleepy, half questioning look.

"I am just going to go and deal with a few matters down in my throne room," he said, bringing my full attention to him.

"What matters?" I questioned curiously, as usually the only reasons that Thranduil went to lounge about on his throne in all his summer coloured glory were because he felt like it, because he could, because it was public audience day, or because he wanted to intimidate someone as he interrogated them. And as it wasn't public audience day if my timekeeping was correct, and Thranduil seemed fairly content sat beside me, it could only be the last option.

"As you are awake and far from deaths embrace now, I thought it high time I questioned Dagalion and his co-conspirators as to the reasons for their actions," Thranduil elaborated after a slight hesitation, words losing a little of their warmth as he spoke Dagalion's name. "There are also several others whom I wish to question, so that I may understand the extent to which Sauron's corruption has reached. It should not take me more than an hour, after which I-"

"I'm coming with you," I interrupted in Westron, weariness causing me to lapse back into the easiest language for me to speak. Thranduil raised an eyebrow as I, gripping tightly to my moonstone – whose warmth washed through me and lessened my pain somewhat – and eased myself to my feet, trying not to trip over the hem of my light dress as I did so.

Thranduil's pale hair swayed slightly as he shook his head. "You can barely walk around this room without something to hold on to or lean against, let alone make it all the way down to my throne room. There is no reason for you to push yourself simply to hear why Dagalion attempted to take your life, when I can tell you that reason when I return…that is your reason for wanting to come with me, no?"

On the mark, as always. "Please, Thranduil, let me tag along. I want to hear his words for myself," I said determinedly as I fought not to sink back to the comfortable cushions that beckoned my backside with every passing second. "Besides, you never know if he'll slip up if he sees me still alive…and I want to go and see Aeolus and the others afterwards, let them know I'm alright."

Thranduil narrowed his eyes up at me, considering my arguments before, after barely even a second, nodding and standing with a flick of the red tails of his tunic.

Me: *now sat a few feet away from the tea party with Legolas, grumbling to self* How about Firverior? You like him, don't you Auguruj? How about we swap Thranduil for him?

Christmas 95: Oh, but I like Thranduil better than him, so that's not going to work.

Thranduil: *is now in a food coma, snoring slightly, covered in crumbs*

Me: Uuuuugh, come on, why can we not just have him baaaaaack?

Auguruj: Because we want some time with him. You always have him, so it's only fair we get a bit of a chance-

Me: But I'm the author! I can do what I want - heck, you're not even supposed to be here...how did you get back in here without me summoning you, anyway?

Christmas 95: Umm...I honestly don't know. One minute I was just getting on with stuff...and the next, here I was in middle-earth...I think Auguruj mentioned something about a loophole you left open last time she visited?

Me: -_- of course I left one open...always forgetting...Oh! How about I give you Legolas?

Legolas: WHAT!?

Me: Yeah, he's pretty much like Thranduil, except a lot less angry and likely to freeze you in place-

Christmas 95 and Auguruj: Nope!

Me: *throws hands up in the air, stands and drags Legolas away* Honestly this is going to be the death of me -_-...wait...death...Oh. *stops in my tracks* Oh, I know who I can swap...buhahahaha!