A/N: WA NA NA! I updated! Again! And again! This is the thiiiiiiird chapter! WAHOO! Lol. Okay, so this is short also. GOMEN NASEI! ::kow tows over and over again:: Okay. Sorry. Anyways, in response to Goldmund…no, I don't think they're too young. I'm not going to make anything get out of hand as far as slashiness goes….right now. They're too young for anything to really happen now, but I don't think they're too young to start thinking…er…romantic thoughts…about others. So, that's what's going on…nothing else. To Tiernoch (aka my buddy ERIKA who I dedicated this fic to): This is STILL dedicated to you. You're so wonderful, and you're always my inspiration to be happy, since you always ARE happy. You are also a big part of the reason I can spend my time writing fanfic instead of studying trig, because you helped me so much. I love ya, man! Bald headed men UNITE! Okay. Now, TO THE FIC!
"Here we are, young sirs," Elrohim exclaimed as he pushed open the large, engraved doors leading to the room, his voice merry. "Your new quarters."
Estel stepped into the room and sighed. //Oh well, it could be worse.//
"You have *got* to be kidding me." Legolas' voice was full of utter disbelief and disdain. Estel shook his head, rolling his eyes in unsurprised exasperation. //It figures...spoiled brat.//
"I'm afraid not, young master," Elrohim said, eyes still jovial. "These are to be your new quarters until Lord Elrond says otherwise."
Legolas sighed, complete annoyance in his voice. "Very well." He looked up at the older elf and his eyes were somewhat warmer. "Thank you, Elrohim."
The older elf bowed slightly, a warm smile on his face. "As always, it is my pleasure, young master Legolas. I look forward to seeing the both of you at dinner." With one last encouraging smile at Estel, Elrohim left the room, closing the door behind him. Silence fell about the room- thick, heavy silence. Estel stared at Legolas, pondering the obnoxious behavior of the young elf, and the way that Elrohim seemed to care so much for the elf despite his behavior.
Slowly, Legolas turned to look at Estel. "Whaaaaat?!" he said, voice slipping into an almost whining tone of voice.
"Nothiiiiiiing!" Estel responded, mimicking the elf's whining voice.
Legolas glared and turned his back, only to turn quickly back to face the boy. "Aren't you going to change out of your tunic?"
Estel looked down at himself, completely nonplussed. "Why?"
Legolas sighed as if he was completely fed up with the boy. "You're a mess; we *both* are! Look at us! We're covered in dirt!"
Estel's eyes narrowed. "Shut up, Legolas. I don't care if you are a prince or what! I don't have to do things just because you tell me to!"
"Fine!" Legolas fumed, "Fine! You can stay like that and look like a complete slob! See if *I* care!" He stormed over the the dresser, yanked the drawer open, pulled out a clean tunic and slammed the drawer shut as loud as he could. Tossing the tunic on the bed, he began to struggle with removing his own tunic. Used to having help with such things, he wasn't sure how to handle on his own.
Estel watched in somewhat amusement, but felt like he should be helping. "Do you need some help?" he asked timidly.
"Not from you!" Came the flippant but somewhat muffled response from underneath the tunic, which was quickly becoming more and more tangled up as Legolas struggled with it. Finally, he managed to tug it off over his head, hair slightly tangled, and throw it to the floor. Estel found himself immediately frozen to the spot he was standing, stunned motionless at what he saw.
If Estel had ever thought that Legolas was beautiful before, the elf was a million times more beautiful now. The tunic had been concealing the most perfect skin Estel had ever seen: pale peaches and cream, and shining like alabaster. The golden hair, now slightly tangled, lay in a shining mass around his shoulders, fluffed out slightly like a halo on the mythical creatures Elrond had taught him about.... what were they called...angels? A dusting of rosy blush lay across the smooth ivory cheeks, remnants of the struggle to remove the tunic. Legolas was...beautiful. No words in the tongues of man could describe the true splendor of the elf, and even Elvish, which could usually give life to any object, fell down when Estel tried to come up with better words. Legolas turned towards Estel, and the young boy felt his knees grow watery at the luminousness of the brilliant blue eyes. Then, Legolas opened his mouth, and the effect was ruined.
"*What*?!"
"Nothing!" Estel glared, trying to cover up his feelings of the moments before. "We should get going," he muttered.
"If you *insist* on going like *that*," Legolas said witheringly.
Estel didn't even favor the elf with a response. "Come on," he grumbled, as he pushed past Legolas and out the door, not caring one way if the elf followed or not.
~TBC~