Ch.7 Ahhh... never liked gold anyway.

A/N: First of all, there is a REAL Ch.6 up now, so GO READ IT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY!!!! Now that I've got that over with.

Disclaimer: Well, I was reading my last chapter's disclaimer, you know where I said that I owned everything except... well, I realized that pretty much all I own is myself. *looks depressed*

Responses to Reviews: I got 1, count 'em 1 reviews for the real Ch.6. Don't I feel special. But a big thankyou to Gabbey; I really appreciate the review, keep 'em comin'!

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"You actually have no clue what you did, did you?" asked Tiffany in a... slightly dangerous tone.

"Uh...hehehe... of COURSE I do!"

"Riiiight."

"ANYWAY," interrupted Elise, resisting the urge to clap a hand over Tiffany's mouth again. "The point is, he doesn't have to know what he did, he just has to know how to undo it!" She smiled happily at her brilliant proclamation.

Tiffany stared. "You've been into the cookies too, haven't you."

Shannon also stared. "And he's supposed to undo it HOW when he doesn't even know what he did?"

"Shut up. Anyway, now that he's gold we get to keep him forever. I guess that's one bonus," commented Elise lamely.

Legolas' thoughts: They actually WANT me to stay gold? I feel so hurt. But this is cool. I have got to admit, this is cool. Wait. Cool? Did I just say cool? I have got to get back to Middle Earth.

Back to characters who think that cool is a normal part of the English language.

"Here, let me see him," said Mr. Mansel, reaching for Legolas. "Maybe if I just play around a bit..."

"Can I become your apprentice? ^_^" asked Elise eagerly and randomly.

"Cookies," muttered Tiffany to Shannon, who shook her head.

"Ummmm... I choose to ignore that random and eager request as I do not have time for it right now."

-_-

"Actually, you know, maybe you could after all!"

"Getting on with the topic of LEGOLAS!" Tiffany practically shrieked.

"Oh, right."

"Riiiight."

"As I said, let me see him, I'll play around for a bit, and see what I can do about removing the goldness."

"Mine!" Tiffany clutched him closer, before Shannon wrestled him away.

"No, mine!"

Elise grabbed for him. "Let the alchemist see what he can do!"

At that exact moment, all three of the girls seemed to see someone else's nails-turned-claws on a collision course for their hands, so all three moved back suddenly.

Golden Legolas, being now held by no one, fell to the floor. This also happened because the air wasn't being overly kind that day, and decided to be very unhelpful and not catch Legolas. Besides, too much work.

Legolas fell to the floor and-

Shattered.

Legolas's thoughts: I hope that they stop fighting over me soon. Oh look, they stopped fighting over me. Great. Except for the fact that none of them is now holding me. C'mon, air, be nice for once. Nope. Stupid air. Ow. That hurt.

"MY LEGOLAS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" OO OO OO

Long, awkward silence.

At exactly the same second, all three of the girls started sobbing into eachother's shoulders. Mr. Mansel moved closer to the dust clouds that were rising from the floor, trying to see through them.

Suddenly, a three-inch-tall figure stood up, shaking his head and staring up. Mr.Mansel let out a cheer, then looked depressed, realizing that all his invention had done was gold-plating.

Our three teenagers kept sobbing, not seeing Legolas, until he crawled up Shannon's leg, and, climbing up onto her head, waved at the other two and shouted at the top of his tiny lungs.

Elise looked up. "Awesomeness. LEGOLAS!!!"

Tiffany and Shannon also looked up, and Legolas went flying off Shannon's head. He shot an arrow with a small rope attached to it into Elise's waist- length hair, and scaled up like a mountain climber.

This was all good, of course, until the strand holding most of Legolas's weight broke while he was half way up.

"LEGOLAS!!!!!" screamed three voices. Mr. Mansel still looked depressed.

"Maybe he should lay off the cookies," thought Tiffany, before realizing that, oh yeah, Legolas was falling.

"Ahhhhhh!" cried Legolas as he fell into-

A/N: MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!! Well, review and tell me how much you hate me! Because, you know, you WANT to review. You REALLY WANT to review. Because you don't want to become gold-plated. ;)