** 'allo y'all. New chappie. Eric know's I think whom I'm comparing Arwen to, *cough Rendra* If you
haven't read WOT then you wouldn't know, but I picture them sorta the same way. Arwen has SUCH a
gerbil face. Small white teeth, full cheeks, tiny squeenchy eyes. (not really but sorta) Lol! Neways
I kinda like Arwen, I just would much rather make fun of her!**


Likara sat in her room, face painted with fury. All of her breeches, tunics, and shirts were gone, and her wardrobe replaced with dressed, skirts, blouses and bodices. Her best boots had been replaced with silver slippers. Arms folded under her breasts she glared hatefully at the bearou, just stood and glared at it. Maybe if you stared angrilly long enough, her old clothes would come back. It didn't work. Flopping backwards onto her bedspread she stared at the ceiling. Her day had not gone well at all. First off she now *HAD* to go off on this mission... quest... thing. A small grin broke through her icy face, Pip always knew how to liven things up. But now her stuff was gone. Gone forever. Who would take her things? Nobody cared that much about her style of dressing except for... She shook her head. No, it couldn't be. She wouldn't. Standing up, she stalked to the door. She *WOULD*! "Arwen."

~*~*~*~*~*~

Half running, half sliding down the halls, Lika found herself infront of Arwen's chambers.

"Arwen! I KNOW that you're in there! Open this door right now! Right now I say! Don't make me come in there!"

There was only a muffled scraping sound.

"I can hear you Arwen! I know you're in there! I'm coming in!" She hollared, one hand already tugging at the knob.

"Arwe-" She stopped, gaping. Muffled noises, no answer. Why hadn't she put it together? Likara backed up slowly, eyes still fixated on the bed. Aragorn... Arwen...

"EW!" She screamed at the top of her lungs and bolted, slamming the door.

"EW! GROSS! NASTY! I CANNOT BELIVE THAT! THATS DISGUSTING! HORRIBLE! Arrgh! Valar sav-" With a thud she ran into something, or someone.

~*~*~*~~*~*~*~

Legolas grinned down at her. " 'lo Lika, what happened?"

Likara looked down the hall, still frightened, and then at Legolas.

"AragornandArwenweresleepingtogetherandshestoleallmyclothesandgavemedressesanditwasGROSS!"

Legolas nodded, "I see. How do you know she took your dresses?"

She gave her brother a 'look'. "Well, gee," she said in a scarcastic voice. "Arwen, the prissy miss princess. The one elf in Rivendell who's only obsession is hair and complexion and the 'latest fashion' is just flirting around Imaldris, and then my clothes disapear, only to be replaced with GOWNS! WHO DO YOU *THINK* did it?"

Legolas frowned. "Actually, Uncle Elrond had your 'travel clothes' cleaned and repaired so their in best condition for when we leave and yes, Arwen was kind enough to lend you something to wear in the meantime. And she is not prissy, she's just feminine, soft. Not all girls are like you, Lika." He mumbled under his breath. "Thank valar."

"What did you say?" Likara frowned, she had caught that.

Grinning, Legolas gave her his best, most innocent smile. "Nothing. Anyways, I was looking for you, I want to teach you how to shoot a bow and use a sword. You're going to need to know how to use them."

Likara shrugged. "Last time you tried remember what happened? The sword?"

Legolas grimanced.

~*Flash back (300 years)*~

"Aye Lika, the big shiny metal sword, right there." He pointed.

Likara looked at it suspiciously. "It looks heavy."

"It *is* heavy, but just pick it up and then give it to me.

She flashed him an uneasy look. "I suppose."

She picked it up, and an earsplitting scream split through the air. There was Likara, holding her palm, with blood running down her arm furiously. Hours later, woke up in the healing rooms, her hand bandaged.

~*End Flash back*~

"Well then just don't pick it up by the *blade* this time. It was a long time ago, you can do it. It's important, you have to."

"I guess I will then. But if I get hurt Greenleaf..." She scowled at him and then walked out beside him.