Adele groaned and stirred, finally waking up. She yawned hugely and looked around. Lying next to her was Adrienne, curled up in Aragorn's Elven cloak. Adele blinked blearily. 'Why was not Adrienne Legolas? Why is not the beloved Legolas next to me?' she moaned in her head, then paused. If she was moaning about Legolas, then that meant ..that she was feeling better! Well, somewhat better. She was still incredibly weary, and her legs felt as though a pick up truck had run across them, then backed up, repeating this several times. Adele disputed moving, then regarded that as one of the stupidest ideas she had ever had.

She switched over to working on Sneak Attack Operation Snogelf. All of her plans involved her being able to walk and not have extreme bed hair, but she was not put off in the least by those challenges. However, Adele was daunted by the fact the sun had not yet risen.

"Doo de doo, de doo doo," she said absently, thinking of a song.

"Ah, so you are awake, Arne!" Legolas' face appeared over her.

Adele groaned, and covered half of her face with her arm. She was not by any way or means a morning person, even by the loosest definition of morning person. 'Yes,' she thought to herself, 'the Power of the Elf will have to be harnessed somehow. Elf contains more energy than nuclear reactor.'

"I made pancakes!" Legolas said with an unforgivable level of happy in his voice for this time of the day. Adele's reaction was immediate. She flew upright and looked wildly around her.

"Pancakes?" she repeated, ignoring the fact that Legolas was the most blatantly cheerful and annoying morning person in the world for pancakes.

"Pancakes," Legolas agreed. Adele crawled her way over to the fire, and looked eagerly towards the Pan of Pancakes that Legolas was holding. He seemed concerned that Adele refused to let her legs even try to function, but the only thing she seemed capable of doing was staring at the pan, saying "Pancakes?" in a hopeful tone, and mussing her already severely mussed hair.

Legolas supposed the only thing to do was to let her have the pancakes. He did so.

Adele peered into the pan. Middle Earth pancakes looked and smelled a bit like not-Middle-Earth pancakes. She cautiously picked one up, and bit into it.

"Mmf, pancake!" she said ecstatically to Legolas, and ate the rest of it. She picked up and ate another one. They were absolutely the most delicious pancakes Adele had ever encountered in all of her pancake-encountering experiences. They were light and fluffy, but also filling, and baked with Elfy goodness. Obviously whoever thought Elves couldn't cook had never met the Keebler clan, and from them Legolas seemed to have inherited his talent.

"Mrn gu-kng z bugefug!"

Legolas looked puzzled. Adele swallowed, and repeated, "Your cooking is wonderful!" He looked very pleased. Adele smiled at him, ate one more pancake, and promptly crawled over to Legolas, laid her head in his lap, and went back to sleep.

"Mi-milady?" Legolas said, a little taken aback.

"Pillow pancake pillow," Adele muttered sleepily, and pulled the hood of the cloak over her face, "rock pillow bad pillow pillow sleeee.."

Legolas was still trying to figure out what had just happened when Aragorn awoke. He looked questioningly at Legolas, who shrugged and offered Aragorn some pancakes. Aragorn sat down and began to eat in silence, amusedly watching Legolas' plight as he shifted Adele's head so that it was lying on his shin rather than his lap, so he could continue cooking. "Doorknob," Adele said lovingly, to no one in particular.

"At least she didn't land on your back," Aragorn said, testing out his vertebrae.

"This is true," agreed Legolas.

"We should be moving soon," Aragorn replied, looking at the lightening sky, "but will these two be able to endure two hard days of running?"

Legolas shook his head, "as eager as they are, they do not have much physical endurance."

"What then, shall we do?" Aragorn asked heavily.

Legolas did not reply, but looked at the rising sun, "Blood has been spilled during the night," he said.

"May it be the blood of those cursed Uruk-hai," Gimli said, sitting down to break his fast. Aragorn agreed.

Legolas finished cooking, attempted to clean the pans, and put them back in the knapsack that he had been carrying. He then looked at Adele's frizzy, mussed, road kill-looking hair, sighing. 'Poor Arne,' he thought, 'not even a day has passed, but her hair has resigned itself to the fate of all human hair on Middle Earth.' He determined that to atone for the grievous sin of giving her a black eye, however unintentional it may have been, that he would save her hair from its mortal path. He began the enormous task with taking out his brush from the knapsack, and attempting to brush the chaos into submission.

"What are you doing?" queried Aragorn, never before seeing his companion engage in such an unelfy task. The Elf tilted Arne's face so the bruise could show, and pointed it out to Aragorn. The Man was shocked.

"Legolas, did you hit her?! I know their customs are strange to us, but whatever she could have possibly done could not have been that extremely-"

"No!" interrupted Legolas, disgusted that Aragorn could even think of such a thing, "It was accidental."

"Oh," said Aragorn, and inspected it closely, "Quite a mark it's left, though!" The bruise encircled Adele's entire eye. The swelling had lessened some, but it still looked nasty. Legolas winced "Don't remind me." He looked at the bruise with trepidation and fascination, never having experienced such a thing in all his years. Legolas gently touched the purplish skin, and winced again. Humans were all so fragile, but so full of life. He let her head gently fall back unto his shin, and resumed his struggle with her hair.

Adrienne woke up about then, and made her way to the gathering around the fire. She sat beside Aragorn, and looked at him with a dreamy smile on her face. He handed her some pancakes, at which the smile became less dreamy and more ecstatic at the prospect of pancakes. All six that Aragorn had given her were immediately eaten, and she started begging him for more. Alas, for those were the last pancakes. Adrienne grieved for them.

She then noticed the activity that Legolas was engaged in with Adele, and became fiercely jealous that Adele was ahead in the game of Flirt, where the ultimate destination was Snog. Even though Adele was asleep and oblivious to the honors being given to her. Adrienne glared at Adele, and hoped that the glaring would give Adele a headache. Instead, Adrienne received the headache from all that glaring.

Legolas had completed phase one of Divine Hair Intervention, which was to have the hair combed silky smooth. He began phase two, which was to start braiding her hair in Elven manner. This phase went by much faster than the first one, and soon Adele's hair looked like a shorter, brown version of Legolas'.

"We should get going," Aragorn said at last, now that Legolas' misdemeanor had been repaid. He stood up, and dusted off some of the dust that had settled on him. Gimli put out the fire, and Adrienne began talking to Aragorn at high speeds about the lay of Middle Earth, chipmunks, and his sign. Legolas gently shook Adele's shoulder. No response. "Arne," he said, "wake up." He shook her shoulder again.

Adrienne paused in her conversation, "Oh, you can't wake her up like that," she said conversationally, and walked over. She proceeded to kick Adele in the leg, and poke her in the face, all the while shouting, "Fire! Fire!"

Sure enough, Adele woke up, and woke up fighting. She growled, tripped Adrienne, and was about to stab her with a rock when Legolas broke the fight up.

Adele looked up. "Oh, Legolas," she said awkwardly, for it was an awkward situation. Trying to kill your friend with a rock while the most awesome of all persons watches is indeed not one of the most graceful of situations. And to top it off, she had a bruised eye, and bed hai-. Adele sat back, allowing Adrienne to cheerfully get up and resume her conversation with Aragorn. She felt her hair. It was breathtakingly not frizzled. It felt, in fact, like how she imagined one certain male's blonde locks would feel.

"Legolas. Did you. ." Adele trailed off.

He nodded, "I figured it was the least I could do, after causing you injury, Arne."

Adele made some strange faces as inner turmoil raged. Legolas hadn't thrown himself at her feet, but this seemed about equivalent in terms of achievement. Of this news she was incredibly happy. However, she was also extremely pissed that she hadn't been awake for the ordeal. She thought about it for a couple minutes, and decided that yesterday had not, in fact, been the best day of her life. Today was. She was never going to touch her hair again, for it had been touched by the glorious hands of the most stunning and beautiful individual ever, and she did not wish to be sacrilegious of the great gift that was given to her.

Legolas gave her his hand (something she was beginning to get used to), and helped her to her feet. Suddenly Adele realized what was about to occur in the next several minutes. Running. Lots of running. Her heart plummeted, and her legs creaked warningly below her.

"What's that in the distance?" she said, pointing to Fangorn Forest, blindly hoping that the Riders would be there and the Legolas could see them. He squinted, and looked in the vague direction of where Adele was pointing. She held her breath as he searched.

"Riders," Legolas said finally, "heading in this direction."

Adele's heart soared up hundreds of feet, and she did a little victory dance. Gimli looked at her oddly, but decided it was best not to comment. In minutes, the Rohirrim were upon them.