*~* OK, I think that everything that needs mentioning has been mentioned. I don't own anything, though I'm still campaigning for a pet hobbit. Sorry this has taken a while, but I've had loads of coursework at the moment, and this is the first spare moment I've had! Anyway… *~*

*~* CHAPTER 3 *~*

After much deliberation, Legolas decided on a mix of most of them. Pulling himself together, he decided it would be most embarrassing and humiliating to turn round and run off, and what would his father think if he appeared back home, having been frightened off by a bunch of elves throwing petals on his head?

The other options could be worked on, however. He would stay, therefore annoying Arwen immensely by receiving all the admirers, male and female alike. He'd go to this damned council, steal the ring while everyone else argued about all the boring, pointless aspects like Sauron ruling Middle-earth, and then go on a killing spree, killing all the spiders in Mirkwood, and any Mary-Sue's that dared stand in his way, before becoming the righteous ruler of Middle-earth.

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After a day or two in Rivendell, the "being prettier than Arwen" situation began to get rather irritating. Wherever Legolas went, he would leave a mass of gibbering elven adolescents in his wake, waving and blushing in an extremely stupid manner. He would then be accosted by even more of them, and would not be able to move off until he had shared his beauty tips with his assailants.  He had found out one vital fact from this experience, though: a very large percentage of the male Rivendell population was gay.

To his even greater annoyance, his extreme popularity didn't seem to be annoying "I'm so perfect I'm an almost qualified Mary-Sue" Arwen. Whenever he spotted her, she was with some guy who really did need to listen to his beauty advice… especially hair care.

He was tall and rugged; Legolas thought he looked like one of those Rangers that were often spotted wandering around the hills and dales around Rivendell. Only this one looked like a somewhat upper class Ranger. He had heard Elrond say something about Gondor and the heir to the throne, but Legolas didn't believe it. Surely kings, or even heir to kings, should have some fashion sense? They should wash their hair at least once a week? This bloke with Arwen obviously didn't.

And as long as he stole Arwen's attention, Legolas didn't like him. He would be on the top of his list when he stole the ring and went on a killing spree. But in the meantime, he needed to find out some more about this mysterious stranger…