Disclaimer: I own Amara and Legolas *grin*

Random voice: Ahem… Halli…

Me: What?

Random voice: Is that right?

Me: *sigh* fine. I own Amara. *Pout*

AN: Thank you to the people who've reviewed my fic! It really means a lot to me! I like to know what people think of my work. Eh… anyway… chapter three!

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That night at dinner, they couldn't look each other in the eye without bursting into insane laughter. Amara wasn't exactly the king's heir, but she was still best friends with the true heir, so she sat a few seats down from him. Looking away from her friend again, Amara bit her lip to stifle another giggle. She slammed her eyes shut and began rocking back and forth. With a deep breath, she regained her composure and turned back to her food. She couldn't help herself. She glanced up at her friend again.

He noticed her glance and caught her eye. Silently he glanced at his father and looked back to her. "Trees," he whispered.

Amara snorted and Legolas burst out laughing. Legolas' father, King Thranduil looked at them oddly. "May I ask what's going on here?"

"Sorry, Dad." Legolas tried desperately to just bite down on his laughter. "We were just thinking about something."

"Uh huh…" Thranduil lifted his chin and turned away from them again.

Amara practically began banging her head on the table to keep the laughter away. Legolas actually thought that she had when he heard a knock on the door. A guard looked quickly to Thranduil, who nodded. The guard approached the door and opened it slowly. A beaten, raggedy girl stood there, shyly wringing her hands. Thranduil stood.

"Sir," she began. "My friends and I were captured by orcs a few months back. We were finally able to fend them off when we reached your forest here, Mirkwood. Please, we had been hoping to possibly stay here for a bit of time? We won't stay long. We just can't begin our journey back home in the condition that most of us are in. My sister's lungs are probably black by now from the foul air that surrounds such creatures. After spending so long in such company, anything you can offer us would be highly welcome."

Thranduil cleared his throat. "How many are there of you?"

"Only about twenty, sir."

"Very well. You will have food and shelter as well as any kind of medication you require here as long as you need. We will prepare you adequately for your journey to your home."

"Oh! Thank you, your highness!"

Thranduil nodded. "What is your name?"

"Sonya."

"Well, Sonya, I welcome you to Mirkwood and I sincerely hope that you have an enjoyable stay."

"Thank you, sir." She nodded back to him and began to turn toward the door. Then she saw Legolas and stopped. "Is that the prince, there? The one who was part of the Fellowship? Legolas, right? Is that his name?"

"Yes, Sonya, it is."

Sonya gave a huge smile.

"Oh dear…" thought Legolas. He saw the evil in that smile. He knew what he was in for.

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AN: Well, that was also a pretty short chapter. By the way, if there's anyone out there who's incredibly obsessed with Legolas and would like me to put them into the fic, just send a review saying so. By the way, it will definitely help if you don't mind having a bit of fun poked at you… Anyways, R&R!