***Sorry it took so long guys.......stupid errors......plus I've actually been studying for my exams which is a first......well hope you like it, and I still have no prize winner!***

"Now should the bouquet be white and yellow, a *pale* yellow of course, or a white and pale blue?" Sam asked breathlessly, to Legolas, who was draped casually on his pure white sofa, eating grapes, and once in awhile, dropping one in Galáril's hands, so he could squash it to his heart's content.

"The pale blue seems nice, Frodo has blue eyes and you could get him to wear something that matched, and you could wear white......but the rest of the whole layout will have to be done in pale blue and white too.....OW! Galáril! Stop scratching my hands!." Legolas said snappishly, and then felt all his anger melt away as he looked into his son's pouty grey-green eyes. "Awww, that's ok sweety. Daddy still loves you......yes he does...." Legolas cooed at the giggling baby.

Sam watched the scene happily for a moment and then looked down at his own stomach, where he was concocting his own bundle of joy. Frodo had NOT taken the new well, and was frightened of Sam becoming like Aragorn, but Sam had reassured him. Boy had *that* been one steamy night for the two hobbits.

"You're right. You know I don't know what I would do if you weren't here to help me. I mean, Frodo hasn't lifted one finger helping me plan this wedding." Sam sighed, in resignation.

"No problem. I have a knack for these things." Legolas said nonchalantly, and proceeded to brush his hair.

"So how's the planning going?" A voice asked from the doorway. Legolas and Sam looked up to see Aragorn standing against the door. He strode over, and fell onto the sofa with Legolas and Galáril. Looking up at Sam lazily he asked,

"Where's Frumpy?"

Sam gritted his teeth as he thought of the way Frodo had betrayed him today.

"Well I sent him out to go pick up the invitations FOUR HOURS AGO, but he still hasn't come back." Sam said angrily. Aragorn gave a sympathetic smile, and put an arm around Legolas.

"That's too bad, let's just hope he hasn't run off with someone." He said lazily. Legolas and Sam stared at him in disbelief and Aragorn shrugged.

"What? I was just joking." Legolas shook his head, and turned back to Sam.

"I'm sure he'll be along sh-"

"I'm home." A tinny voice called from the hallway. Sam got up out of his chair and dashed in to meet Frodo. Legolas and Aragorn exchanged looks as they heard the shouts coming from the hallway, and occasionally had to cover Galáril's ears, to protect him from the excessive cursing going on. Finally, Sam stalked back in, followed by a humble Frodo.

"Sorry I took so long." Frodo offered half-heartedly. Legolas nodded, and motioned for him to sit down.

"Now about the colour scheme Frodo." Legolas began.

"No, wait........I have something to tell you." Frodo interrupted. Sam looked up in surprise and confusion. Legolas looked knowingly at Aragorn, and Galáril stopped giggling.

***WHAT WILL HAPPEN.......I don't know I haven't decided yet.......just needed a way to end the chapter....I'm open to suggestions though......and feel free to review......especially if you reviewed on June 4th and it got deleted.***