A/N: Yes! It would be me back from the dead! Sorry this has taken so long but I had things to sort out in my life. I hope you understand.
Bob: YOU DO NOT KNOW HOW HARD WE HAVE WORKED INTO GETTING HER ARSE IN GEAR! NEVER AGAIN, YOU HEAR ME? NEVER AGAIN!!!!
Fred: THE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS, THE ACHING BACKS AND THE TEARS WE'VE SHED TO BRING YOU THIS!
Elendor: Yes, thank you boys, but really, you two getting…"together" was quite unnecessary. I had begun to write the chapter before you did that
Bob: *Under breath* Who said we did that for you…?

This chap is pretty short yet eventful, so enjoy. Also, I give you this image: a usually regal, elegant elf getting very drunk and yelling out (in posh English accent if you please) "WAR! IT'S THE ONLY WAY!" then falling over and being very, very sick. Heh.
Special thanks to Ilye, Lollie, Leonie and Stuart for being there of me.

Chapter whatever (Seventeen - the beta reader)
The party
Little star

It seemed as though everyone from Mirkwood had turned up for Curonlas' party. The great hall was a sea of colour, and the dancing wasn't that of the elegant twirls of Lorien ether, but rather a half formed, frenetic, erotic spurn that Haldir had never seen before.

The girls' clothes alone where enough to turn Haldir's head away with embarrassment, but Rumil looked like he was in heaven and Rumenl looked happy too. She liked the Elf Maid's style immensely, and some of her new companions had quickly dressed her in the same fashion.

Leggings cut off at the knee or above and a sleeveless tunic on top of that was the fashion. On their feet the girls wore ankle boots or slimming knee-high ones, all with little heels - though in all truth the girls would have been tall enough without them. The male Elves wore anything they pleased, which Curonlas was pushing to the limit, wandering around in a tight pair of black leggings with a white shirt tied around his waist. When asked where his shoes were he merely shrugged and smiled drunkenly.

"So this is a Mirkwood party? Haldir asked.

"This is a Mirkwood party!" Legolas smiled at him. "Come on, dance with me!"

"No, I can't!"

"Dance with me!"

Legolas grabbed his right hand and pulled him out onto the dance floor. Haldir pulled his hand back and brought them both up to hide his blushing face, but Legolas laughed at him and got them back again.

"Relax my darling - tell me you can dance?"

"I'm usually the one getting slowly drunk in the back, complaining loudly about the state of the country and begging to go to war with the Dwarves just for the sake of it!" he said, being spun around.

Legolas grinned. "I didn't know you got drunk!"

"Oh yes, I'm practically an alcoholic! I've been lying low in case I turned you off."

"Nothing about you could turn me off - and look, Little Star, you're dancing."

And so he was.

It was then that Ravenne entered, and she turned more than a few heads. She wasn't dressed like the other girls, and was wearing even less. It must have been a ballroom dress...once, but now it was ripped to pieces and barely covering her, a vision in red and black. Her hair was up, but some golden curls had escaped from it.

"Legolas, that brother of yours! Messing up my hair...oh well. Haldir, you look divine! Like the tunic - not got a white one myself, though. Not innocent enough to pull it off!" She grinned at that. "I was wondering, will you let me get my filthy sluttish hands on your little brother?"

Haldir was so taken aback he couldn't stop laughing. "Why are you asking me? One of them is to be married, though."

"Because you're their older brother of course! Oh, that doesn't matter, they're twins."

Haldir laughed again; he never really thought of them as being younger than him. He felt more his sister's age half the time. "Well, I feel my age suddenly," he grinned. "Go ahead, but be gentle. 'Lorien girls aren't quite like the Mirkwood ones!"

She disappeared back into the crowd. Legolas turned to Haldir and they both smirked a little. Then Legolas took his love into his arms. "Sway with me."

It was fast song but it didn't matter to them anymore. Legolas whispered things of love into Haldir's ear, his soft breath tickling the sensitive tip and sending shivers down Haldir's spine.

"How many children will we have?" Legolas whispered, loving the response of Haldir shuddering and pressing himself closer to the taller elf.

"Oh, at least a dozen."

"Where will we live?"

"Far out in the woods of 'Lorien, surrounded by trees and a little river."

Haldir rested his head on Legolas' shoulder. "Now, can we have a drink? I've been here for over twenty minutes and I've yet to get drunk."

"Yes, okay, come on then"

***

Curonlas, come here.

"What…? Who you?

That doesn't really matter now, does it?

"No… guess not."

Take these glasses to the brat and the little one - you know who I mean.

"Lego...Haldi..."

Yes, that's right. Don't try to speak, you are too drunk.

"Yes."

Make sure they drink every drop, and then you'll have your big brother depending solely on you. Isn't that what you've always wanted?

"Yes…"

***

"Here you go, boys," said a pretty elf maid handing over two huge goblets of the finest Mirkwood wine. Haldir drank his down like water and Legolas looked on in amazement.

"You are going to end up very drunk."

"Don't I know it! I'll be very, very disappointed if I don't get very, very drunk," he smiled, and poured the rest of it down his throat. "Oh that's good!"

Legolas smiled; Haldir hadn't even spilt a drop in his haste. Haldir suddenly looked around himself.

"Hang on, where's Orokalie?"

The elf that had given them the wine snorted. "The little one from Lorien? With the twin? With that Isilme," she said, filling Haldir's cup again.

"Who?" he asked. Legolas grinned.

"Isilme - she's a bit… lets just say she'd rather be out decapitating everything in sight and live off the land than paint her face and wear dresses."

The other Elf laughed a little cruelly. "More like she's forgotten that she is a girl, running around with her hair tied back and her figure hidden in nasty dirty boys' clothes!"

"She sounds very much like my sister, they'll get along fine." He downed his second glass while Legolas was still on his first. "Come on, I can dance properly now I'm a bit tipsy. Lets give these so-called racy Mirkwood children something to really look at!" Haldir grabbed him and brought him back onto the middle of the dance floor.

He hadn't lied; more than half of the Elves in the hall had stopped just to look at the two. They could most definitely dance well together. It helps, Legolas thought, if you happen to be made for each other.

He could see Curonlas standing watching them too - minus shirt - holding two crystal glasses of the darkest wine he had ever seen. Curonlas looked strangely vacant, not grinning at them as he would have expected. The song ended and with cheers from the crowd the two bowed and made their way over to the younger elf. He looked at them, but it was more like he was looking through them, and handed them the wine glasses. They drank fast and as soon as they were finished Curonlas seemed to snap out of it.

"Wha? Oh, never mind, Legolas, come dance with me and Ravenne!" Curonlas whisked his brother off. Legolas gave an apologetic look to Haldir, who just waved before being grabbed himself, too drunk to care.

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Haldir's drunken point of view
~~~

Oh, hi, you're a nice elf aren't you - you want to dance with me? Sure. Look there's Legolas, wave! He's dancing very close to Ravenne; did he dance that close to me? I can't remember...maybe. He's dancing close to Curonlas too, maybe there's something going on between the three of them...but Curonlas is his brother! But then again, that didn't stop Elladan and Elrohir… Oh, my head! Gods, it's hot in here, need to go lie down. My head...so sore, excuse me, nice elf.

~~~
Legolas' point of view
~~~

Who is he dancing with? Valar, they look good together - do we look that good? Why is he leaning on him like that, and why is he giving me such an accusing look? He's just whispered something to that elf...where's he going now?

Legolas caught up with Haldir just before he got out of the great hall.

"Where are you going?" he asked, rather impatiently.

"To lie down, my head hurts," he answered; did Legolas have to speak so loudly?

"Let me walk you." Legolas didn't trust him; maybe Haldir had told that other elf to meet him there later, and he wouldn't put it past him. They walked along in silence, as far apart as the corridor walls would allow. Legolas' untrusting glares were irritating Haldir beyond imagining, and so was the soft noise of his shoes on the stone floor.

Legolas' mind was swamped with thoughts of misgiving and jealousy, something that was fairly unusual for him. Half of his mind was arguing that Haldir would never do anything like that to hurt him, but that half was quickly losing.

They got to Legolas' room, and Haldir went straight to the bed and almost fell onto it, Legolas frowned. "Elves don't get headaches."

"This one does," Haldir snapped back; why would Legolas not let him be?

Legolas' face became livid. "How could you do this to me? Leave me at a party where everyone's attending just so you can get your leg over with some little elfling you've taken a liking to!" He knew it wasn't true but he couldn't help it. It just came out.

"How dare you?! How dare you accuse me of cheating on you! Get out of my sight! Go back to your little whores!"

"No need," Legolas said calmly as he started to leave, "My whore is right here." He shut the door and left Haldir to his tears

***

When Legolas got back to the hall it fully hit him what had happened. Something didn't add up; he felt no resentment for Haldir now, but just when he looked at him. In fact, what had they been fighting about? They were getting along fine; maybe it was too much wine…

Wine…

He searched franticly for Curonlas and found him very drunk and unwell in the arms of Megilindir, who was patting his back.

"Curonlas, who gave you those glasses?"

"Which glasses?"

"The ones with the dark purple wine in them."

Curonlas frowned like he was trying hard to remember. "I…I don't know."

Legolas ran a hand through his golden locks. "Please… try to remember!"

"This guy….strange, very pale, told me… you had to drink every last drop… dark hair." He answered slowly and drunkenly.

"Oh Eru…"

***

Haldir sniffed and told himself not to be so silly. It was a fight, his first fight, nothing to get so worked up about...but that last thing, about being a whore, that had hit him harder than any battle ever would have. He had his back to the door when he heard it open.

"If that's you, Legolas, you can turn right back around and get out."

He heard the heavy lock being turned and angrily spun round. The sight he was faced with turned his blood to ice.

"Well hello, Haldir."

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A/N Well hello, Clarice.

Dun dun dunnnnn…I hate the way this fics going…ah well.
Am listening to the guns and rose's "Sweet child o' mine" it really is a fantastic song….
Anyway, thank you if you still read my work

Love peace and sour skittles to you all
Elendorithian the short
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