A/N: Wow, it's been a LONG time since I've written anything on this story. I guess I missed the memo concerning the fact that summers have now become much more busy and hectic than the school year. How displeasing. Ah, well, enough of my rambles. I know you're all waiting for Legolas. Here ya go!

A/N pt. 2: Sorry, almost forgot. I don't own anything, I didn't create anything recognizable having to do with LOTR; and while I'm at it, I stole Meenah's name from the daughter in East is East (Very Good Movie!!!).

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After they were situated and straightened out as to who was whom and the whole bit, Legolas, being the gentleman that he was, finally asked her if she might be interested in showing him around the town that night. Although it was a simple request, the date implications were clearly understood and agreed upon by both. Meenah then excused herself under the guise of 'having more work to do,' when in reality she knew she was very close to squealing and thought that might frighten the gentle elf.

They met that night in front of the inn, just as the full moon was brushing the tops of the bare, early winter trees. Neither of them questioned the weirdness of Meenah taking Legolas on a tour of the town when it was really too dark to see; Meenah had been a night person from a very young age, and Legolas, being the intuitive elf that he is, sensed this.

It was a bitingly cold night and Meenah was grateful for the warming weight of her thick, forest green cloak. She was also quite envious of the easy- going way that Legolas dealt with the frigid air.

"Are you warm enough? Perhaps we should retire indoors for the evening and continue this tour tomorrow." Legolas took her shivering hands in his, trying to warm her.

"That's probably a good idea." She tried to speak the words smoothly through her chattering teeth. "Would you like to get a drink? Maybe a bite to eat? The Spitting Dino is just 'round the bend." She gestured with her chin, unwilling to pull her hands from his.

"The.what?"

"The Spitting Dino. It's my uncle's pub. Fantastic ale, and he makes a whopper of an omelet, if you're hungry."

"Well, I'm always hungry for an omelet." He had a teasing smile on his face.

"Hey, I'll have you know that my family is famous in these parts for their omelets! It's a centuries-old recipe, passed down from generation to generation! You should be so lucky as to have the opportunity to try one" Meenah exclaimed.

"Well, in that case, I'd be honored. Shall we?" The teasing grin had completely disappeared from his face, and had been replaced with a tender, affectionate smile. He dropped her hands and placed his arm around her shoulders, trying to block her from the worst of the blustery wind with his cloak.

When they arrived at the pub, they could hear boisterous music and laughter before they even opened the door. This was because it was a Thursday night, and, as everyone knows, Thursday nights are the best time for ale and omelets. They went in and managed to alternately wind and squeeze their way to the back, where they miraculously found an empty table.

Legolas hung their cloaks on a nearby hook, and Meenah went to the bar to order them dinner and drinks. When she returned to the table, she very nearly dropped both pints of ale on the floor and, also very nearly started swearing at the top of her lungs and banging her head against the wall. Luckily for everyone, she managed to maintain her composure and only uttered a quiet growl. Seated at the table around, and practically on, Legolas were a group of six females. All six were dressed in very.inadequate clothing, given the temperature (read: cleavage city) and had masses of hair ranging in shades from a pretty cinnamon brown to a blindingly shiny honey blond. And all six had their sights set firmly on Legolas; she could see it clearly in their lovely, long-lashed eyes. Meenah suddenly felt quite plain compared to these ladies, with her boring dark hair and boring green dress, made more for function than for man-hunting.

"Here's your ale," Meenah mumbled, setting the cup in front of Legolas. "The omelets will be done shortly." She stepped back from the table and felt lost and more than a bit slighted. Legolas jumped up from his chair, nearly displacing a willowy red head who had placed herself strategically in Legolas's lap, claiming there was no place else to sit and that her feet were oh, so tired.

Legolas went over to her and led her back to the bar, calling an "excuse us for a moment, ladies," over his shoulder.

"Who are these girls?" he asked her. "They appeared out of nowhere, and when I told them I was here with you, they said they were good friends of your and that you wouldn't mind if they joined us for drinks."

"They are NOT my friends!" She said vehemently. "They have no friends, not even each other. They would see friends as potential competition for any unsuspecting, attractive male that might stray into their webs!"

"Calm down. Do not let them upset you unnecessarily." He gently tucked a strand of loose hair behind her ear and smiled at her. "Is there somewhere else we can go for dinner? Perhaps some place a bit less crowded? We can go out the back; they will not even know that we are gone."

"Why don't we go back to the inn? I'll make us something in the kitchen. Come on, we'll go out through the kitchen." She took his hand and led him through the pub and out the back, where they continued, hand in hand, back to her parent's inn.



A/N pt 3: Ok, that's all for now. It is Thursday night and I must seek out my own ale and omelets. But gosh, don't you wonder what's going to happen back at the inn? Hmmm.