Chapter three a- I can't think of a creative title

Woohoo! I got one review for Legolas or Frodo! OK so...I think I'll go with....well I'll ask my friends.

Jedi Kaisa: i'm in a Legolas mood

Queen Laurin: LEGOLAS

ok so I got 2 for Legolas and 0 for poor Frodo, well... Frodo gets a split vote w/ Legolas. Legolas it is.

On with it!

BTW: I have no inspiration whatsoever...

It's nearly midnight and I read my reviews...THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE IDEAS!! LOVE YOU ALL!!! ^___^ and it's unanimously Legolas... crazy fangirls. And I will use your ideas, or at least try to.

[a/n: current date: 2-10:: i started writing this 1-31 and i think added the above 2-2 so its a little out of date. sorry for disturb. :D yes i kno thats incorrect grammar.]

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Legolas wandered about the simulation woods. It was beautiful, very beautiful. But something was missing. Something was different. Something was wrong. He quickly pulled out his bow and shot the nearest tree. The tree exploded.

"Well," said Legolas, "That was....fun..."

Though it is not like a wood-elf to destroy nature, Legolas was having one helluva time doing it. He pranced about shooting random trees and watching the explode. Unfortunately, he was not looking where he was going and fell into a rather large hole.

"I seem to have fallen into a rather large hole. Blimey."

"Well you seem particularly bright. Good thing you're pretty."

"Do my Elven eyes deceive me? Or am I hearing voices... again?"

"No, you're hearing me. What do you think you're doing shooting my trees?"

"Well, they made this big exploding sound like BOOM! and-"

"...You elves must get really bored after living for 3,000 years..."

"We do. Oh, but we do."

"Well, I'll tell you what, you stop shooting my trees and... you can stop making my trees explode."

"Uh...wait a minute..."

"It's either that or you can't shoot the forest."

"OK, OK. I give. I'll stop shooting the trees."

"Cool."

"Wait!"

"Sorry deal's done."

"Humph!"

"Oh shut up and stop pouting! Go give yourself a manicure. Or better yet, play in your hole."

"Get me out of this hole."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You have to."

"Why?"

"Because if you don't....erm... I'll shoot your trees."

"GASP! No! Not the trees!"

"Don't push me."

"I didn't. You fell in on your own accord."

"Yes, well, I meant to do that.

"Crazy wood-elf..."

"Hey! I resent that remark!"

"No, you resemble it. And stop pouting."

"So...are you gonna get me out of this hole?"

"No."

"No? Just like that? No consideration?"

"That's not my job. Besides, I |wn5 j00 3|_|= |3 0!."

"What?"

"Never mind. Bottom line is you're not getting out with my help. And just to taunt you, I'm putting one of your fancy-pants Elven ropes here."

"But I can't reach it."

"..."

Legolas heard footsteps approaching.

"You there! Approaching! Be you friend or foe?"

The footsteps stopped, then quickened.

"Legolas!"

"Haldir!*"

"My dear friend! Could you hand me down that rope?"

"Hahahaha, Leggy's got himself stuck in a hole."

"... Haldir, the rope."

"Oh right." Haldir kicks down the rope. Legolas watches it fall with a smile. Then it all falls down to the ground in a small pile. He stopped smiling.

"I think you missed the point."

"What?"

"You were supposed to hold on to the other end, so I could get out."

"Oh. No matter." Haldir leaned down and outstretched a hand to Legolas.

"Grab on."

Legolas took a hold of Haldir, and Haldir tumbled into the hole along with Legolas.

"... You were supposed to pull ME OUT OF THE HOLE!!!!!"

"Oh, well I thought you were giving me a hand into the hole."

"... You're not pretty enough to be that stupid."

"Yes I am."

"No you're not! Besides, you've been jealous of me since the first age!"

"Have not!"

"Have too!"

Then the fight began. Well, not so much of a fight as a prissy, swat-at-each-other thing. It's all fun and games until someone breaks a nail...oops.

"AAH! YOU FOOL! I worked for hours getting my nails done!"

"Well you deserved it."

"I'm not going to take this from you anymore. I'm leaving."

"Yeah, and I'd like to see you get out of this hole."

Legolas turned and looked up to find Haldir, out of the hole, looking down at him.

"How did you do that?!?"

Haldir shrugged. "I'm not a major character here. I can do whatever I want."

Legolas tried jumping up and down but nothing happened.

"Oh bugger. I wish I was out of this hole.."

He found himself next to Haldir.

"Oh. You"

"Shut up Leggy."

"Stop calling me that...uh...Holly."

"Yeah, well," Haldir busted out his bow and shot Leggy- Legolas in the arm. Legolas looked shocked. They stood there for about 10 minutes. Haldir kept looking at Legolas and Legolas kept looking back and forth between his arm and Haldir.

"What did you do that for?!?"

"You were getting on my nerves."

"!!! Well I never!" Legolas took his dagger and- *suspense* hacked about 1/2 a foot of Haldir's hair off.

This is Haldir's face -- O_O except his eyes are bigger...and his mouth is open in shock...I can't really do it but it'd look kind of like this -- O0O see? It looks weird... but I think you get the picture...

"You- my- but- BITCH!"

Haldir pounced on Legolas. But that's as far as he got. He didn't really know what to do after that. He couldn't hit Legolas and risk breaking another nail. Oh no! So he tickled Legolas. Yep, that's it. Legolas was shrieking and thrashing about under Haldir, but he was relentless. Crazy wood-elves... Then when he pinned Legolas down he pulled up his shirt and began slapping his stomach making Legolas cry. Poor Legolas. Sissy elves....

After a while, Haldir felt sorry for Legolas.

"I-I'm sorry Legolas, my brother-"

"Oh, don't start that brotherly elf crap with me!"

Legolas was sitting with his back to Haldir on the ground, pouting again with his arms folded across his chest. He was still crying, but hiding it, unsuccessfully.

"Please, don't do this to me."

"I'm not talking to you."

"But, this is foolish! We are immortal godly beings! We shouldn't be bickering like this!"

"Sod off. That's not going to work. I'm not talking to you."

"But...and Elven pout can last centuries!"

"EXACTLY!" shouted Legolas as he turned to face Haldir.

"Ha! You talked to me!"

"Did not!"

"Yes you did! And you are now!"

"No I'm not! Shut up!"

"Hahahahahaha!" Haldir got up and began prancing about happily in the wood-elf fashion, as only he can.

Legolas couldn't fight it. He had to get up.

"Can I prance with you?"

"I'm not talking to you."

"Hey! I'm over that! Come on...the wood-elf prance isn't fun with only one wood-elf..."

"Race you to the 7th floor."

"Er...That's a bit random and irrelevant to anything, but...OK!"

So then they run. Up a few flights of steps...yada yada yada and now they're at floor seven. And if you don't recall, floor 7 is the water room.

[a/n: ok so this is about 1/2 of the chapter. this is what i had written about a week ago but didnt want to post b/c it wasn't finished. i'm feeling a little bad that i haven't posted for a while so this is chapter 3a. expect 3b next weekend, or quite possibly sooner, but my parents say im not allowed on the comp cuz i spend too much time on it. :x]

*Idea given to me by *ColeenEnnen*