Still don't know where I'm going with this story, but I'm adding a girl (which I'm sure most people will label a Mary Sue-go ahead, label away-I've read that most GOOD authors always have a Mary Sue-or in the case of male authors I think it was a Gary Stew) so now my quest is to add a girl without going too boring and predictable with her. Soo...that's why it's taking so long to figure out where to go with this story.

I apologize for mistakes. FrontPage Express doesn't have spellcheck and I can't get round to having someone be my beta

Disclaimer: Oi, does anyone know if the disclaimer has to be on every chapter? I sure as hell don't. Anyway, see chapter one for my official "I-don't-own-nothing" statement.

My Story That STILL Does Not Yet Have A Name As I Don't

Know Where I'm Going With It

I'll Let You Know When I Figure It Out Myself

Luckily enough for the King, the rest of the trip was pretty uneventful. Looking at his son, whose pony was now being led by Thranduil himself, he sighed. The child looked like he'd just been told his pet rabbit had died. He had had to discipline his son for the blackberry incident, which made him instantly feel guilty.

"He is a good...sometimes." Thranduil had said to Galenel. " He is just, well, a handful. He needs constant supervision."

Galenel had finally realized that he was no longer in danger of being strung up for "losing" the prince. After all, not one person in the whole company had noticed the boy had gone. He was just good at disappearing. It was a gift...if you could call it that.

"My lord, I mean no offense by this, but, well, I'm not exactly trained in the art of elf-minding. I am not good with children...particularly ones that are so...er...rambunctious. Legolas needs someone more suited for that job. Perhaps a nanny or..."

"No no no, you are my most trusted advisor...and friend I need no outsider." Thranduil began, interrupting Galenel. It was always the same when Galenel had brought up the topic of a "replacement mother" for Legolas. It seemed that Galenel would be the prince's sitter for all of eternity. Galenel sighed heavily looking at young Legolas's innocent face. It was only a matter of time before he was up to something again. And Eternity as Legolas's minder was a long time. Even for an Elf.

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Lake Town, was a mucky sort of settlement. To Legolas, who spent most of his time under the lush green trees of his father's kingdom, it seemed to be all browns and tans. This was to be his first trip to the town as his father had just dubbed him old enough to assist him on this particular journey. Legolas, of course, being the brave little elf he was, had been ecstatic when his father had told him. The people of the settlement were not quite as he had expected. They were loud and walked around looking as if they carried the weight of Arda on their shoulders. He had been told by his father that men were mortal-that they die and he thought that perhaps they were down trodden at the thought of only spending the wink of an eye in life. At first he began to feel sorry for them. He was told that Men could not hear the whispering of the trees or see all the stars. But he stopped feeling sorry for them quickly.

"HA! Look, it is the Elves! They have come here from their great hall in the forest to look down on all us poor Men. Go back to your tree house little Elf!" A drunken man had slurred in the Common Tongue at the boy and then passed out cold.

"Legolas, Men have little tolerance for wine. It is one of their many weaknesses. As an Elf, you are superior. But," He said shaking a long finger at the boy, "Since Men are also hindered by their pride, you must not let on that you are. Do not look so worried my good little elf, the Lord of Lake Town is kind." His father told him quietly reassuring the shaken prince.

They rode onward to the Hall of Lake Town and Legolas kept his eyes open for any more Men who did not have tolerance for wine. The Hall was, in Legolas's opinion, not really a hall at all. Nothing compared to the beauty of Mirkwood, or for that matter, any Elven Kingdom.

"Perhaps Men do not appreciate the beauty of things as Elves do. " He had thought. There were a few trees around the hall and a little grass. If he was Lord of Lake Town, he would've insisted that his Hall be surrounded with trees that flower all through the summer and catch snow in just the right way in the winter. He would've made sure that there would be grass for all the children to play on. This, to him was not a hall. This, he hoped, was an accident. The whole town was just not....physically delightful to the eye.

The party of Elves was met by some of the servants of the Lord of Lake Town. While their horses and cart were taken to the stables, the Elves were led through the Great Gate and into the Hall. Legolas was trying to take in everything he saw. He made sure he saw where they were taking Mithroch as he didn't trust the Men with his pony. He made sure he memorized the faces of all the servants who had taken their things so he knew whom to accuse when his bag of shooting pebbles went missing. As they made their way into the Hall, Legoals made an inventory of everything. Every maid, every manservant, every door, every window. He did not want to be caught without an exit for him and father if the worst should happen. After all, he was Legolas Greenleaf, warrior and hero to all elves and as a warrior AND hero, he did not want to be caught off-guard.

Suddenly his father, whom Legolas had been walking behind, came to an abrupt stop.

"My friend, has it been a year already." An unfamiliar voice said. He looked around his father to see a Man addressing him. It was the closest Legolas had been to a Man and he was fascinated by him. He looked old, not feeble but definitely an age that the young Elf was not hugely accustomed to. He had grey hair and dark skin with many wrinkles making him look almost like an old tree, Legolas had thought. Beside him stood a woman with dark eyes and hair, that was nearly as old looking as the man. What surprised Legolas the most was the third person with them. A young Elf girl of about Legolas's age stood slightly behind the woman, but clutching on to her hand and staring back at the party of Elves with wide curious eyes. Legolas immediately began tugging on his father's robe. He wanted to know whom the young Elf was and why she was living with the Men of Lake Town.

"Yes, indeed my friend-," Thanduil had started. He sighed heavily at the feel of Legolas's urgent tugs on his robe. "Forgive me, Lord Turaelin, being a father is a very trying, never-ending job"

Turaelin laughed heartily. " I know all too well, friend."

"May I present my youngest, most obnoxious son, Legolas Greenleaf." He said patting the boy on the head. Legolas smiled sweetly to the Man. It was all he knew to do. He looked back down to the girl who was now looking at him.

"Why if you're an Elf do you live with Men?" Legolas asked the girl in Elvish. (a/n: sorry, not going to even try to translate that into Elvish. It would be an insult to Tolkien if I did..lol) The girl just looked at him with one eyebrow raised in a questioning manner.

"Father, what did that Elf just say to me?" She said suddenly pulling a face. Her father shrugged his shoulders and looked to Thranduil for assistance. Thanduil began to speak but was cut off by his son. Legolas did not need someone to answer for him. He could speak the Common Tongue all by himself.

" I SAID, why if you're an Elf do you live with Men?" The Prince asked crossing his arms across his chest defensively. " And why if you're an Elf do you not know Elvish?"

"I'm NOT an Elf. And I wouldn't want to be one if they're all like YOU!" She spat back, hands on her hips.

"You are too an Elf! I can tell." Legolas retorted.

"Am NOT!"

"Well, let's see your ears then!" Legolas said nearly yelling now.

"I will not show some arrogant Elf my ears!" She began, "And what's more-"

"Edhelwen! Enough" You should be ashamed of yourself!" Turaelin admonished his daughter.

Legolas had begun to smirk but his father was not going to let him off so easily.

"Legolas! You WILL learn to hold your tongue, my boy. Now apologize to Lord Turaelin." Thranduil said calmly, yet sternly to his son.

"King Thranduil, children will be children. They are enemies now but by the feast tonight, they'll be the best of friends. Perhaps we should let the children to play in the courtyard whilst we go to the wine cellar for this year's best." Turaelin said smiling warmly.

Thranduil looked at his son. He was still staring menacingly at the girl. He had to admit to himself that the girl did resemble an Elf slightly. She was far fairer than either of her parents and didn't seem to take after either of them. But he did not want to delve into this subject and there was to be wine tasting so he turned Legolas around to face him. He stooped down onto one knee so his nose was inches away from his son's.

"Legolas, you will be a good little Elf for daddy, right?"

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Yes father."

"And if I hear any tales of you being a right little Orc to Turaelin's daughter you will live to regret it, my lad." Thranduil said quietly so that only Legolas could hear.

Thranduil stood back up and smiled at his adorable son. He knew he would hear stories of him taunting the girl. It was just his son's way. He shook his head, as he often did when looking at Legolas and patted his shoulder.

"Right," he said addressing Legolas and Turaelin's daughter, " you two go into the courtyard and play nicely." He watched them walk off glaring at each other hard and then finally turned to his host.

"Now what's all this about the wine cellar?" He said smiling as they walked off in the opposite direction of the children.

***

"MY father says that Elves are pompous and they are only concerned with what benefits themselves."

Legolas couldn't believe the audacity of this girl. They hadn't been in the courtyard together for more than a minute when she insulted him. If only he'd had his toy bow...or more appropriate, a real one.

"I am a PRINCE. "He replied smugly knowing that his would render all her taunts worthless.

"You, YOU ARE A PIG! And besides, MY father is the LORD of this town, so that makes me a LADY." She said scrunching her nose up at him. Legolas stood silent mouth gaping for nearly a full minute. He watched the girl as she climbed on to a wall that was probably 7 feet high and walked across it holding her nose high in the air.

"YOU ARE TOO AN ELF!" He screamed. Men, according to his father, did not have grace or balance like Elves.

If looks could kill Legolas would have been not only been dead, but also slowly tortured before hand. He watched in amazement as the girl jumped easily to the ground, a task that even Legolas would have thought twice about. She strode towards him and stopped about 5 inches from his nose. She narrowed her eyes and before Legolas could do anything to brace himself, she pushed him with all her might, sending the boy landing on his backside. Needless to say, Legolas decided there and then that he would not return to Lake Town or take up with the likes of Men (or their daughters) ever again.

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Thanks for the reviews everyone, especially from my dahling sister, Neesha. Now, everyone go and review it again so it looks like people love me.

Neesha: Yo, homeslice, I'm gonna try to convice Chris to go comic book store a-hunting this weekend (9-21-02) to find you a Legolas. Oh, and read my other story, The Tolkien Conspiracy or The Spider House Rules. I might add you into it if you want. HEY I could make you a Mary Sue. HA HA HA Anyway, you know, Chris is hiding Legolas from me in that story. I always knew Chris liked boys...especially ones prettier than me. :(