Guess what? I forgot the disclaimer on my other chapters, so I'm writing one. Aniron says I don't need one, but here goes anyway.

Disclaimer: I used to own LOTR, but someone *cough*Aniron*cough* went into my closet to borrow an outfit and let them all out. So now all I own is the outfit she borrowed and my fuzzy slippers that I cant find.

A/N: Thanx 2 all reviewers who like my hissy fits. For the record, I do not flounce, never have flounced, and never will flounce. Thank you.

Chapter 6. The Giggling Bush

If it were possible for Elrond to have grown taller and wider, he did, right before the explosion of sound that caused everyone to cover their ears and duck a little. I cant quite tell you what he said, because half was Elvish curses, and the other half was going so fast that I couldn't understand any of it except the occasional dramatic sigh. Aniron looked very much like a five-year-old who had been caught dancing on her parents' bed in muddy shoes, but Aragorn looked like he had just been defeated in battle by a hobbit with a stick. Elrond looked like his daughter's fiancée had been just about to kiss another elf who had just appeared out of nowhere (sound familiar?) and stuck her nose in every place it didn't belong. Everyone else was just about to burst out laughing, so when Elrond finally sat down and allowed us to resume dinner, we did so with great relief. Aniron and Aragorn hardly looked at each other for the rest of dinner for fear of the elf lord's reaction, but neither did Aragorn even consider looking at Arwen.

By the end of the feast, we had almost forgotten the incident. Almost. We all laughed and listened to stories as usual, but lurking in the background was an uneasiness toward us, the newcomers, especially Aniron. The elves of Rivendell liked us, but were afraid to again incur the wrath of Lord Elrond.

After all of the attendees had eaten and drunk their fill, doors were opened to a garden and music was begun. At this time many of the guests left for the comforts of their own rooms, but the night owls of the group lingered in the richly landscaped gardens of Rivendell. As I slipped off with Legolas onto a moonlit path lined with flowers closely resembling lilies that climbed up statues, trees, and trellises, I noticed Aniron slipping off down another, more secluded trail with Aragorn. After a few moments, Merry and Pippin followed in their wake, trying to suppress mad giggles but not succeeding, so that from my vantage point across the garden I could faintly hear them. Assured that Aniron could not make too much of a fool of herself with such an honor guard, I turned back to the waiting elf.

We wandered together down paths that led all over Rivendell and I marveled, once again, at the beauty I had stumbled into. As well as the beauty of Legolas. Repeatedly I found myself waking from my own small dream, realizing that I was not listening to his voice, but I was more captivated by the lips that were moving than the words that came from them. After a while, he noticed that I ignored many of his comments, and so stopped unless I directly asked him a question. Our hands drifted naturally together, as we drifted naturally closer. We hit a dead end, and I turned to face him, about to speak, but suddenly he moved into a kiss. At first I was startled, but just as I relaxed, a bloodcurdling scream rent the silence of the night.

Legolas took off towards the source of the sound, several paces behind me. For the hindrance of my skirts I moved surprisingly quickly. As I rounded a corner, a sight greeted my eyes that stopped me dead in my tracks. Aniron had a hobbit in either hand by their hair, and they were shrieking in pain as she shrieked in rage. I quickly gathered that they had interrupted her... conversation... with Aragorn, and by no means was she pleased. She shook them furiously, still firmly clinging to their curly locks, and I decided to intervene before their hair fell out. "Aniron, whatever happened, I don't think you need to rip their hair out," I interrupted, attempting to placate her. I removed Merry from her grasp, who was on the verge of tears, but she yanked Pippin away from me. Legolas, who had snuck up on her other side, relieved her of him and asked if he was okay.

Somehow I managed to get her seated, and restrain her from killing the poor little hobbits, and I asked Aragorn, who was standing in total shock. He shook his head, sat down next to Aniron, took a deep breath, and began his tale. "Aniron and I were walking, enjoying the night air, and we had stopped here because not only is it a dead end, it does have a rather impressive view." In his short pause, I turned and confirmed that like many other spots in Rivendell, this overlook had a wonderful view. "We were just standing here, having a quiet conversation, when that bush over there," here he gestured, "began to giggle. Aniron and I rushed over; she popped her hands into the bush, and yanked these miniature miscreants out by their hair, causing them to shriek in pain, and her to do the same, though in rage. Then you came along and saved the undeserving wretches." Legolas and I looked at each other for a moment, then burst into hysterical laughter.

A/N: Yeah, they were just talking... right... talking... yeah... anyway, back to you, Aniron!