"Well met," said Thranduil suddenly and slapped his hands together. "Come now, Ifangur. Do show me where this Bard is. I would very much like to see him." The two men retired to the main part of town, leaving Lirimniel alone. Actually she wasn't alone. Legolas was there, but she pretended that he was not. Many ackward seconds of silence slipped by. Lirimniel suddenly spoke.

"You and your father...you're elves?" she asked, desperately wanting to break the tension. She surprised herself with her forwardness, but not speaking would be very rude.

Legolas snapped his head from the retreating form of his father to her and trained his gaze on her eyes. It was a cold look and Lirimniel tried to harden her own face. Legolas squinched up his nose as if he smelled something very unpleasant, relaxed his face, and spoke.

"Yes. We are." He let his gaze linger a second longer and turned to face the people in the crowd, most of whom were dancing. Lirimniel raised her eyebrows behind Legolas' back and thought him to be quite stuck-up and rude.

"I really should leave," she sighed.

"You're leaving?" asked Legolas seeming interested. Lirimniel hadn't meant for him to hear, but maybe she hadn't been spoken softly enough.

"Well, yes. I was having such a good time and now I feel as if the time has come for me to retire." Sarcasm dripped from her tongue.

"I see. Shall I come along?"

"Suit yourself." Lirimniel, not really caring where the stuck-up prince made off too. Hopefully he'd get lost in the mass of people soon and she'd be free again.

The two slowly stepped from the platform and inched through the thick crowd. Legolas took to jostling people, who looked upon him as if he were naked. He didn't notice and pretty soon Lirimniel was following him. Once they had made it to a clear spot next to a table holding wine, they rested a while.

Someone had hit Lirimniel with their elbow and she was currently nursing her nose. He eye swept across the table once and she grabbed a particularly full glass of wine in her hand, hesitating.

"Well, I am a woman now." She put the glass to her lips and drank long from it and sighed. Legolas looked on with a smirk on his face.

"Ah, that is elven wine. My father must have brought it. Do you think that you should drink so much? It is especially potent." He picked up a glass himself and examined it. Lirimniel snorted and folded her arms across her chest, her distaste for the prince showing.

"Prince Legolas, I am not such a young child. I think I can handle a bit of wine. Thank you for being so annoyingly concerned."

"You're welcome. I would get my bum off that table and stop swinging my legs if I were you, however. People are staring." Legolas snorted a bit.

"You act as if you never gotten drunk before, Legolas," said Lirimniel sliding off of the table rather clumsily.

"Well. I have to say that I haven't been affected by wine in the way that you are...when I do." They both laughed and made their way out of the town square.

Lirimniel drained her glass and placed it on a random table. She happily started on her way home when the most horrible sound reached her ears and stopped her.

"EXSCUSE ME?!" It was Legolas. Lirimniel turned at his voice to see him frowning at her rather hardly.

"Oh, what now?" she asked.

"Do you mind?"

"Mind what? What's wrong with the prince now?" She waited as Legolas walked to catch up with her.

"I only meant that wouldn't you seem it proper to have me to your home tonight?"

"You prince brat! What do you take me for?" Lirimniel turned on her heels and full of rage slapped the prince across his fair face.

"OW!" Legolas was too surprised to say more for a while. He only held his jaw, massaging it.

" What was that for? I thought.....oh...oh,oh. I'm sorry. I guess you don't know. My father and myself are staying in Lake-Town a while, at your home."

"Oh! I apologize, Legolas! I just thought that you were implying...."

"I know. Remind to never mention sleeping with you, or I might have a bruised eye. Do you have ice?"

"Yes, at my home. I don't live far from here.