A/N: I do not own Legolas or anything else at all related to Lord of the Rings. In fact, I own very little, except a bunch of pez dispensers and a couple of cats.

A/N part 2: Ok, as a WARNING to any readers, this is going to be as inaccurate as possible, not because I'm aiming for that, but because this is a fanfic. If I wanted accuracy, I would just upload a copy of Lord of the Rings and be done with it. Wow, that sounded way harsher than I was going for. I just want it to be known that any flames dealing with inaccuracies will only cause tears, not editing, so save your time. Ok, done with that.



Meenah walked through the forest, imagining rays of death firing from her eyes and killing the floating fall leaves, each mentally imprinted with an image of the face of Legolas. "Damn elf. Had to go and ruin everything. Thinks he's so great." She continued her dark mumbles as she sloshed through a shallow stream and stormed up the opposite bank.

"Meenah! Hey, wait up. You know, there is a bridge a bit farther down. There is no reason to cross through the stream… You are so stubborn!" This last bit was muttered under Frodo's breath as he rushed to catch up with the girl.

"I heard that. Frodo, go back to the camp. Usually when a girl storms away, it means she either wants to be alone, or, at the very least, wants to be followed by a handsome elf baring loads of flowers and a very convincing apology! I hate to break it to you like this, but you do not fit that description!" Meenah stopped suddenly, one hand on the hilt of her sword, the other swatting at the tiny flies buzzing around her sweaty face.

"You are not going to be able to use that to kill those," Frodo chuckled, eying her sword. "Now, tell me. What is going on between you and Legolas? You have been glaring at him all day, and truthfully, you're driving us crazy! Now, does this have anything to do with last night's events?" He sat down beneath a tree and gestured for her to join him. She flopped down, glared at the hobbit for a moment, and began to speak.

"I had it all planned out. I was going to tell him. Just come right out and say, 'Legolas, I have a daughter.' And when he looked at me blankly like you're doing right now, which I was sure he would, I was going to follow that up with, 'And you're the father.' Then I was going to sit silently for a moment and let him digest that information, and I figured he would take it from there, hopefully. So, that was the plan. But nooooo. They had to show up. Will you close your mouth, Frodo? There are bugs out here."

"You…you have a daughter? Legolas has a daughter? You guys have a daughter?"

"Yes, Frodo. Now, ask me how this happened."

"But…how did this happen? Why doesn't he know?"

"Know what?" Meenah and Frodo both started as they heard the musical, male voice drifting through the air, followed by Legolas, who was actually walking gracefully along the ground, not drifting through the air. But when he did it, it was hard to tell the difference.

"Aw, damn. Nothing that concerns you. Now go away." Meenah turned her attention back to the hobbit, who had returned to staring at her, mouth agape.

"You two have been gone for quite some time. I was starting to worry…" A tiny wrinkle formed between his eyebrows as his brow furrowed in concern. Legolas laid his bow on the ground near Meenah and settled himself next to her. "Frodo, if you would excuse us, I need to speak with Meenah."

"Yes, I'm sure you two have a lot of catching up to do." The hobbit stood up and started to wander back to the camp, occasionally shooting shocked looks over his shoulder at them.

"I've been waiting so long to see you, and as soon as I finally get the chance, you run away! What is going on? Are you all right?" He laid a concerned hand on her arm, his gray eyes searching her brown ones.

"Well, you've been gone so long, I really don't have much to say to you. I should be getting back." She started to stand, but he held on to her arm.

"Please, speak to me! Tell me what is wrong." Meenah paused and looked into his eyes, thinking back to the night before.

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Legolas, Frodo, and Aragorn had been on their way to Rivendale to for a visit to Arwin but had stopped for the night at a nearby forest village that Legolas was familiar with. The plan had been to rest for the night and get cleaned up before Aragorn was reunited the next day with his darling love muffin, Arwin. But Legolas did not plan on the party that the town had in the group's honor. (Hey, any reason for a party.) He also did not plan on becoming an object of lust to most of the young town girls, who, after tossing back a few of the town's famous maple leaf ail, were literally throwing themselves upon him. Meenah hardly had a chance to say hello before he was whisked away.

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"Legolas, do you remember when we first met?" Meenah settled back on the ground, and looked into his face cautiously.

"Of course, I think about it quite often. I've missed you greatly since I've been gone, but haven't had the opportunity to come back and see you until now. But I do think back on our time together fondly." He smiled and gently caressed her cheek with his hand.

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Legolas and Meenah had met a few years back, when he had stayed in the village, populated mostly with mortals who had carved a niche for themselves brewing ale and importing it on carts to larger nearby towns. Meenah's parents owned the inn where he had stayed, and the two had grown quite fond of each other. Very fond, after a bit of ale. A few days later, after a tearful parting, Legolas had left to continue on with his business, and the two hadn't seen each other since.



**** Sorry for the abrupt ending, but I've loads o' school related junk to deal with, so, if anyone wants me to, I guess I'll continue soon. Pathetic plea for reviews starting…now! Please review. Please?****