AN: I've been really busy. I'm trying to update this weekend. Sorry for delays.
To See The Lights All Faded.
Chapter Seven: Why me?
Elrohir frowned, walking into the livingroom. He kicked his boots off, fiddled with the braids in his hair until they came loose, and flopped down on the couch with the remote control. There was nothing worse than having to deal with a mopey woman. Let alone an Elf. He rolled his eyes as the sound of the fridge opening broke through the silence. Artemis had obviously gotten over her shock and thoughts of psychotic Elves running around by having a mere bowl of leftover chinese takeout.
The door then opened, Legolas and Elladan trudging their way in. Elladan did similar to what his brother had done upon entering and flopped down in the couch likewise. Legolas on the other hand simply flung himself over the twins' laps and expected Elrohir to unbraid his hair and Elladan to deal with his boots.
"So, she still thinks I'm crazy?" Legolas looked up at Elrohir, expecting a yes of course. Elrohir simply nodded and turned on the TV. "You gonna fix my hair or what? I'm too tired to do it myself." The blonde Elf was getting more psychotic by the second. Elladan rolled his eyes.
"Leave us alone, oh pretty one." He smirked. Legolas frowned, rolling away and onto the floor with a thump. Elladan continued his important thought train. "Well.. now I suppose we have to discuss a little.. camping trip?" He arched a brow, getting up quickly as if ready to go pack now.
"Yes. Camping." Elrohir agreed. He called to the kitchen. "Hey! Artemis! We're going on a camping trip! Get your crap!" Artemis poked her head out of the kitchen door, totally trying to look normal around the three Elves.
"I hate camping." She wrinkled her nose up and turned to walk back into the kitchen.
"You always used to love it." Legolas got up quickly. It was only a matter of seconds before he realized what he had said.
"I never liked it! What are you talking about?" Artemis arched a brow, entering the livingroom again. Elladan grinned.
"We know more about your childhood than you think, squirt. Now get your crap."