A/N: I have had this chapter done for a while, and just haven't typed it. LOL I apologize, but after this chapter it will be a while in between chapters. This story may or may not be on hold. Sorry for all of you who like this fic, but I just don't know about it anymore. I do have my own author account now-Telpe Nar Roccar-and have 4 fics posted: 1 Pirates of the Caribbean and 3 Harry Potter, so you can check those out if you want to. My friend callhergilraen has 2 LOTR fics posted, both of which are very good! And here is chapters 6...don't forget to review!!!

Chapter 6: A Red Face, a Quick Friend, and an Embarrassing Comment

The doors to the dinner hall burst open right after we had all been served. A low voice spoke from underneath the black hood, "You just had to tell Callie to not tell me that I was supposed to be here until twenty-four hours *before* I was supposed to be here." The person was panting, having obviously run a long way, yet I could still detect the sarcasm.
I feigned surprise, "I did no such thing!" Alas, I couldn't hold back my grin any longer. Upon seeing my smile, the figure lowered the hood. "Hello Tenchi," I said softly.
"Hello Kat."
She went off, talking about Melethron and rambling. My mind wandered, thinking about none other than the Prince of Mirkwood, who was currently sitting across from me. 'Kat stop thinking about him!' I tried not to blush and struggled to keep my face unemotional. I looked up slowly, giving Tenchi a look that said "Stay out of my mind!"
She held up her hands in defeat, "Okay, okay!" I smirked-I have yet to meet someone that does not falter under my glare. The rest of dinner went uneventfully and Tenchi talked mostly to Arwen and Haldir whom she was sitting in between.
I sighed and looked up, only to meet Legolas' gaze. He smiled at me, and I turned away-that smile could make any ordinary maiden blush, but not me. Of course, I'm not exactly ordinary.
A few minutes later I left the dinner hall and walked quickly to the stables. The had just made way for the moon as I led Fyre out and vaulted easily onto his back (A/N: I envy people who can just pony hop onto a horse.*coughs* mainly SARAH AND JEREMIAH *coughs*..well back to the story!) Just as Fyre started to walk a voice spoke from behind, "May I join you, my lady?" I turned around to see the Prince of Mirkwood leaning against a tree, the moonlight reflecting on his light hair. My mind instantly screamed, 'NO!', but my royal training countered, 'Be polite.' I sighed mentally and spoke aloud, "If you like, my lord."
He smiled and in a flash came back riding a horse that I presumed was his. He smiled at me again and I just kicked Fyre into a canter. Shortly after, we turned onto a trail that led around most of Rivendell, and we could always see the palace. After a few minutes of silence, Legolas spoke up, "Do you mind if I call you Kat, my lady?"
"No," was my mechanical reply.
After another few minutes of silence, "You don't talk much do you?"
Again, my reply was, "No."
He thought for a minute, "Why not?"
"Because," I replied simply. 'He's very persistent. Must be used to getting his way,' I concluded.
"Are your answers *always* so vague?" he asked, looking at me.
I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye, "I have never known a *Prince* to be so persistent."
"How many Princes have you met?" his curiosity catching up to him.
"Besides you," I paused. He was watching the path ahead, "Elladan, Elrohir, and..." he looked at me expectantly, "my brother."
He was not expecting the last one, "I didn't know there was a Prince of Melethron."
"Really?" Surely Legolas knew, "I would have thought that he would have told you."
He shook his head, "Do I know him?"
We were halfway down the trail. I laughed softly, "Yes, Highness, you know him very well."
His head came up sharply, "If I wanted formalities, I would have stayed in Mirkwood."
I wish I had gone on this ride alone, "You should have stayed in Mirkwood." I kicked Fyre into a gallop and he took off down the trail. I heard hooves behind me, but I wasn't worried-I had yet to find a horse that can beat Fyre. We galloped back to the stables and I left him for the stable hand to take care of.
A gray horse stepped into my path, carrying none other than the Prince of Mirkwood. He looked slightly confused, "Please, my lady, I'm not sure how I offended you, but I assure you I did not do it on purpose." His eyes were sincere.
I sighed, "You did not offend me, Your Highness," I watched amused as he sighed and rolled his eyes.
"Would you like to take a walk?" he asked, sliding off his horse landing in front of me.
'I don't think you'll take no for an answer,' I thought. My brain had something to add, 'You know you want to take a walk with him.' As my personality engaged in a fight with my brain, I forced myself to smile, "Certainly Prince."
He offered his arm, but when I didn't take it, he led the way to the gardens. His voice shattered the peaceful beauty like Arwen shattered my sleep that morning when she found out I had no intention of meeting her friend.
***flashback***
The door to my room flew open-and I flew out of bed, guessing who had entered. Arwen. Sal was right behind her, arms crossed and smiling-I found out why she was smiling. "KATRIA RAVEN HELMSWOOD!" I winced, Arwen could be quite loud sometimes, "THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH MY FRIEND!" By this time even Sal was wincing. I defended myself, "I never said there was, I merely said that I am NOT going to wear a dress!" and I took off down the hall. I heard Arwen and Sal running after me. I'd really done it this time. Arwen is furious. But I had no idea how furious.
***end flashback***
I laughed softly remembering the chase that ensued-Arwen yelling after me. I won the chase. Legolas was startled at first. Then it dawned on him that I hadn't heard a word he said. His face was unreadable, but his eyes held silent amusement. "May I ask what was so funny?" politeness was etched in his voice.
'This could get amusing.' I replied, "You may."
He raised an eyebrow, "What was so funny?"
"Are you sure you want to know?" I asked.
"Yes," was the quick reply.
I took a deep breath and began to talk, "About a thousand years ago, give or take a few, I was staying with Sal and Arwen here in Rivendell. Arwen had a friend she wanted me to meet," I paused, "But she said I had to wear a dress. When I heard that I said, 'I don't care who her friend is, but I refuse to wear a dress.' Well, Arwen found out about what I said and she and Sal barged into my room the nest morning. Arwen was furious because she thought I'd insulted her friend." I paused and Legolas nodded for me to continue, "I did the last thing Arwen expected me to do: I ran out the door. She and Sal chased after me, but I got away. Arwen was furious and when she was chasing me, hollered, 'You WILL wear a dress.'"
Legolas laughed at the thought of a furious Arwen yelling and running through the palace. "Who were you supposed to meet?" he asked.
I arched an eyebrow, "You don't remember?"
He shook his head, "No."
I shook my head and headed out of the garden. A hand grabbed my arm and turned me around. Legolas' face was mere inches away from mine. "Who were you supposed to meet?" he asked softly.
The smells of woods and cinnamon reached my nose, 'Odd,' I thought, 'where have I smelled that before?' I looked at Legolas. He really didn't remember. A small smile crossed my face, "You." He looked quite shocked for a moment and I smiled at his expression. My smile faded when I realized he hadn't let go of my arm. "Release me," I said firmly, trying to keep anger out of my voice. He didn't listen. So I tried to jerk my arm out of his grasp, but he was stronger than he looked and I failed. He leaned in slowly, but by the time I had realized what he was going to do, his lips pressed against mine. Before anger could take over my actions, a feeling of fire and ice ran through my veins. He drew back, his eyes searching mine. I had not kissed him back, merely stood there, but I'm sure he felt the same thing I had felt. Before he could speak, my held back anger took over. I slapped him hard with all the strength I could muster, and I walked calmly back to my room leaving a stunned and hurt Prince behind me.

A/N: I'm so evil. Please review!!!!!