*So far, TreeHugger and Sami have guessed correctly. The writer of Tavor's quote was Lord Byron.

*The votes are in! Wait and see the outcome of the archery contest!

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The score was tied, 6-6, and it was the final round, with Brethil acting as referee. Deidre aimed her bow at the target's center, and cast a quick look at Legolas. He was concentrating very hard, hard enough not to notice her plan. Deidre readjusted her aim just a hair off-center, and when Brethil gave the signal, they shot their final arrow.

Tavor went to check where the arrows had landed, and found that Legolas's had hit dead center, with Deidre's only a tiny bit to the right. Deidre saw the looks of astonishment and delight on the trio's faces; totally oblivious to the fact that she had let them win on purpose.

And I thought the twins were thick sometimes, she laughed mentally. Just goes to show that in a battle of wits, the girl always wins. She walked over to Legolas and congratulated him.

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"You were really good," Legolas said. "I mean, really, really good." That was about all he could say. Deidre didn't look at all disappointed by the fact that she hadn't won, and Legolas didn't know whether to be relieved or suspicious. He wondered if she had let him win on purpose, but decided not to mention it.

"Thanks," Deidre replied. "Now, that wager was fair and square, so don't worry, I'll answer the questions. Just keep them non-blush-causing, okay? Nothing personal or anything like that, or the only answer you'll get is a broken jaw, courtesy of yours truly, got it?"

The trio nodded in agreement. "We'll even fulfill our part of the bargain, anyway," Tavor said. "Follow us."

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Legolas offered Deidre a hand in getting into the treehouse, but she declined. Once all four of them were up there, they were surprised to find that the treehouse was already occupied...by Gwibess.

"Masters!" The spider cried. Deidre just looked on in amusement as Gwibess tackled Legolas, Tavor, and Brethil.

"Get.off.Gwibess," Legolas said, trying to remove the spider from him. "Please."

The spider obeyed reluctantly, but then spied Deidre. "Who is this, Let Go Lass?" Gwibess queried.

'Let Go Lass'? Deidre wondered. How funny. "I'm Deidre," she said to the spider. "What's your name?"

"Gwibess. Nice to meet you, Dee Dray. Pretty hair," the spider said, scuttling over to Deidre. "Very pretty."

Deidre shrank away from the spider, a bit creeped out. Why was it that almost everyone complimented her hair and tried to touch it? It made her -very- uncomfortable, and now a spider was trying to play with it!

Legolas could tell that Deidre didn't really care for Gwibess's praise, and said, "Gwibess, would you mind leaving for a while? Please?"

The spider left in the arachnidian version of a huff. "Well," Deidre said calmly. "What are your questions?"

Legolas spoke first. "Why did you and the twins get sent here? I know there has to be some reason. You didn't blow up a building or something, did you?"

Deidre stifled a laugh. "Well, it's not like I -meant- to," she started, relishing the scared looks on the trio's faces. "Just kidding," she said, and they relaxed. "Actually, it was the twins' fault. I get out of the shower, look in the mirror, and my hair was bright green! They had put dye in my conditioner! Well, to make a long story short, and to cut a bunch of embarrassing parts, how it ended up is with me beating them up, and the three of us getting sent here, though I have no idea why. About being sent here, that is."

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~2 hours later~ (A/N: Okay, I ran out of ideas for the questions, so don't flame me. Anyway, cut me some slack! I've been tré busy lately, with Histon, and Newspaper, and other stuff.))

Deidre had been talking with the trio, and had found them to be really nice. However, only half of her mind was on what they were talking about. The other half was busy trying to plan revenge on Elladan and Elrohir. After all, Elrond hadn't banned -her- from playing pranks, just the twins, leaving the window for revenge wide open.

Wait a sec, Deidre thought. Gwibess is a spider. Spiders spin webs that are there known not only for being very sticky, but also being very good to trap things-or people- with. She grinned evilly as she told Legolas, Tavor, and Brethil of her plan.

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*Next Chapter: The trap is set, but will the twins fall for Deidre's ruse? You'll just have to see! And if you're good and review, there might even be some Deidre/Legolas romance! ; )

*Also, if I'm late in updating, have mercy! I have a habit of working on fanfics when I'm supposed to be doing other things, and I get caught three times out of ten, and when that happens, I usually get banned from the computer for a day or two. So please be patient!