A/N: A cute chapter if I do say so myself.and I do:) I hope you enjoy it.

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That same night

*knock knock knock*

"Is that you Dil?," he asked, half hoping it wasn't her 'cause she was bound to still be 'tense' after the little incident that had taken place 15 minutes ago.

"Yes it's me," she said, making her way into the room. "And I really shouldn't have done you the courtesy of knocking but then again, I'm not you now am I!"

"I'm sorry," he said looking genuinely apologetic before starting to laugh again.

"And I can't believe you're still laughing you sorry excuse for a man!" she began but had no more playful insults to offer as she started to laugh with him.

"I am no man! I am an Elf and a Prince!" he said, puffing himself up proudly and playfully, doing his best to get a laugh out of her.

"Yes you are and, I must add, a poor example of both!" she stated jokingly, instantly deflating his overgrown ego.

"So what are you doing in bed at this hour? It's still early. But if you want to sleep I shall see you tomorrow." She said and started to get up.

"No no, stay. It's ok, really. I thought you were still angry with me so I retreated here. Oh stop laughing! You know it scares me when you get like that. Do not forget what happened the last time. And don't deny it- I KNOW that arrow had my name on it!" He said defensively amongst shudders as he recalled the memory.

"Well you shouldn't have pushed me into the pond you silly elf! You should be thankful that I didn't find your daggers lying around there somewhere.hehehe." she said with a very evil grin plastered on her face.

"Hmm yes, something tells me I should keep that in mind."

"Nonetheless, you do realize that this means war," she said, her grin growing larger and her eyes sparkling.

"I accept that challenge milady! Just what do you think you could possibly do to me?" he challenged, as he smiled and moved in closer until he was only an inch from her face, their lips mere millimeters apart.

And at that moment, what started out as playful challenges and insult exchanges turned out to be a very tense situation. She hated moments like this. Her stomache would twist and turn every which way. She never knew what to do and even if she did, she could offer no explanation as to why she wanted to do it. She had to find some form of escape.

He had not expected this. Just five minutes ago they were laughing and bickering as always but now, he could feel himself going weak all over. He hated getting himself into these situations. He never knew what to do and even if he did, he could offer no explanation as to why he wanted to do it. He had to find some form of escape.

Seconds of silence, which felt more like hours, passed and neither one of them dared move or speak. They could feel each others' heat coming off in waves. Something HAD to be done.

It was she that finally cracked and, remembering his initial challenge (which had escaped her mind for a moment there) she spoke up rather sarcastically:

"You just wait and see oh handsome Prince," she murmured while ruffling his hair and giving him a quick kiss on the nose. "Good night!"

And before even she knew what she was doing, she found herself up and practically running out of the door. Phew. That had been another close call.

He just sat there- a goofy grin plastered over his face, his eyes far away in the land of Valar-knows-where. Yes they'd had another one of those close calls and Legolas couldn't help noticing that it became harder to control himself every time it happened. He lay back down under the covers and decided that it was time to do some heavy duty thinking.

*What is going on with me? No, wait. What is going on with HER? Think Legolas think. Well, I can't possibly go up to her and demand an answer. She'd certainly cut my lips off! But surely we cannot deny the fact that we...* he cut himself off. His mind was racing now, as well as his heart. He then emitted an unexpected laughter which came from somewhere deep inside.

"Fine mess we've got ourselves into- again!" he said out loud and drifted off into a peaceful slumber, satisfied with the undeniable conclusion he had reached.

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Dileriyen was weak all over. In fact, she hardly knew where she got the strength to run out the door.

*Couldn't you have been a bit more obvious?* she sneered at herself. *Oooh. What in Middle-Earth is going on with me?* she demanded of herself. *And just what does he think he's up to? Cornering me that way and looking me right in the eyes and, well...he does have gorgeous eyes doesn't he? He always did.*

Just then, she turned around to see the silly expression on her face in the mirror and blushed all the way to the tips of her ears. *But surely it cannot be...* she cut herself off.

"I don't care what it is, I am getting him back and that's that!" she said out loud to no one in particular. She'd been doing enough thinking for one night. Besides, she had to finalize her plans for revenge.

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Two hours later

She had a very hard time controlling herself. She felt like bursting into laughter but no, it wasn't the time.yet. He would be furious, absolutely furious. But hey, she had to avenge herself one way or another! She had waited long enough for him to fall asleep and there seemed to be no movement. It was do or die.

She crept forward, dagger in hand, more silent then the wind. He was so peaceful in his sleep. He looked like an angel. And suddenly, she had memories of watching him sleep as a baby and almost lost the nerve to go through with her plan. ALMOST. But the thought of the look on his face tomorrow morning won in the end and she proceeded as planned. To her luck, he was sleeping on his side, leaving his hair flowing free on his other side. *Perfect!* she thought to herself and leaned over. She grabbed hold of his golden locks and cut off a clean 5 inches from the ends. Well, at least he wouldn't be complaining about split ends for a while! She almost snickered as she turned and headed for the door when, to her horror, she heard her name being mumbled.

"Oh Dil..."

Yep, that was her name alright. He seemed to be calling out for her. She turned around slowly, kicking herself for being such an amateur at pulling pranks and was about to answer when she heard some more muffled speech. He was talking in his sleep again! He had a habit of doing that every now and then.

*Oooh how sweet!* she began to think until sudden realization kicked in. *Hey. Not so sweet! That was my name I heard. Hmmm, I wonder what we're doing.* she grinned wickedly.

*Get back in your room before you get caught you fool!* kicked in her conscience- the one without the pointy horns on his head.

She crept out of the door ever so silently and without further thought, leapt into bed with a smile on her face and hopes of hearing Legolas' screams in her heart.

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Legolas had slept very peacefully and awoke without a care in the world. He yawned and stretched out his arms. He then got up and went to the mirror to flex some muscle and see what archery had done for him. He hadn't taken a good long look at himself for days.

*Hey,* he thought, *I look pretty damn good. Something seems a bit different, though for the life of me I don't know what. Maybe I'm still growing.* He smiled at that.

He was then about to turn around when he realized the difference. "Hey. My hair. What the-?"

His bellowing MUST have been heard in Gondor, for anything less would have been considered a failure and disappointment to the expectant and not-so- amateur prankster sleeping next door.

"Is it morning already?" she asked herself cheerfully. But she finally lost it and could hardly catch her breath between the fits of laughter.

"YOU!" he screamed as he stood in the doorway, one hand holding the door ajar and the other hand holding his now trimmed hair up in the air. His eyes were squinted and he was trying very hard to be angry with her but failed miserably as his lips curved at the sides before blooming into an evil smile.

"My my, quite the haircut you have there your Highness!" she giggled back hysterically. This was the best defense she could offer at the moment.

"Have you no shame?! And you call yourself an adult! Practically a parent my foot!! I cannot believe you have decapitated half of my hair!" But he was now laughing right along with her and something inside her was relieved that he hadn't gone berserk.

"Come to think of it, it looks better at this length. And now your hair is split end-free" she managed to get out before the snickering hysteria hit all over again.

Legolas couldn't take it anymore. He had to fight for his honor somehow. So, he did the only thing he could think of, he ran up to the bed and playfully hit her with a pillow sending feathers flying everywhere. Of course within minutes the whole room had turned upside down with pillows flying, blankets being tossed and hurled and feathers coming out of everything and floating in the air like snowflakes. Just when she thought herself at an advantage, Dileriyen found herself pinned to the bed with Legolas perched on top of her, holding her wrists gently yet securely down at her sides.

"Ok ok you win!! You win!" she laughed, now completely out of breath.

"No, you are not getting off the hook that easily milady." He smiled, equally out of breath. He absent-mindedly blew at some of the feathers still flying around his head, contemplating something and seeming to have forgotten the fact that he was still sitting on her.

"Helloooo! Down here your eminence," she giggled. "Remove yourself from my person this instant!" She commanded jokingly, trying to choose her words wisely.

But the laughter had died down to that ever-dreaded silence that always has the two dumbfounded. This time, though, Legolas was actually about to do something when a servant appeared at the door which had casually been left open. The poor creature looked even more embarrassed than Dileriyen (if that was possible at that moment) but Legolas was as cool as a cucumber and acted as if he wasn't doing anything out of the ordinary.

"Good morning! Did you want something?" he asked the servant cheerfully and politely.

It took the poor girl a few seconds to gather her thoughts together when she finally recalled the message she had been sent to deliver.

"Milady, his Highness wishes to see you in his library," she said and quickly turned around and left. Oh how much fun she would have spreading this news around later on!

"Well," sighed Dileriyen, "I guess the fun's over," she giggled softly, although a little put out just the same. "Come on, off off off."

But Legolas didn't seem to be paying the slightest bit of attention.

"Yoohoo," she said softly. This was getting ridiculous. "Le- " she started but got cut off.

"Shhhhh. I'm thinking." He said in a whisper. He was thinking? Well this was certainly new. He let go of her wrists but before she had time to act or say anything else, he leaned in and planted a very powerful kiss, right on her lips. It lasted all of six seconds but much to her (not to mention his) surprise she found herself pulling his head more to her, the fire spreading through every inch of her body. He had gotten his desired response and so pulled away from her just as quickly. He then leaned into her ear and whispered:

"You are forgiven." with a sly smile.

She was out of breath and quite in shock but before she could collect any one of her much-dispersed senses he jumped off and headed out of the room.

"I'll wait for you down by the pond" he called back before disappearing down the hall and out of the palace.

************* A/N: As always, reviews would be much appreciated.