THANK YOU! THANK YOU CHRISJE! THANK YOU! For your review. I'm getting weird looks from parentals so, I'm going to sit down and stop cackling.

Now, becuase she's the only one who REVIEWED! *Expecting shifting people in their seats and hoping they will use this as an excuse to review more.... unless fewer people read this than I think* I will use her ideas, and, as usual, twist them.

This is gonna be like, the SHORTEST chap. of the intire story, okay?

I just had a question: Do elves use nicknames? Other than like 'Evenstar' or 'Half-Elven' or stuff like that.

Now, here goes....
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"Legolas?"

Mia wanted to kiss the dwarf, she nearly did hug him. "Um, well Legolas, Aditya, I must be going, Father wanted a word with me, before dinner."

"No, he didn't," Aditya said.

"Well, I must be going anyway. I have to get my bow," she pulled her old one out of the place the hobbits had put it, "I need a new one."

The two elves winced. "I agree. Would you like me to escort you?" Aditya said.

"I can find my own way around my home, I assure you, but Aditya, why don't you go find the silversmith... my knives have a bit of rust on them, and are rapidly loosing use for other than skinning, if that."

"I will see what I can do," he promised, smiling and hurrying off.

Mia winced. "If only Sal were here. I'll see you at the banquat, in a dress of course, with my hair piled on top of my head, and that face paint or whatever it is called on my face. Bye."

In truth, Mia's knives were fine, but her bow wasn't. The string was broken, she had more, but the thing was totally out of line, and she was in need of a new one anyway.
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Told ya it was gonna be short.