Hey! Look! ::Gasp:: Is this a quick update? IT IS! (Well, comparatively.
What more do you want? Lol.)
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"Is this to be a public event?" Aragorn hissed to Berin. His hands were tied securely behind his back, fastening him to a large, wooden pole. He stood on a pile of hay and sticks in a cart that was rolling down the main street. Legolas was held much in the same fashion in the cart ahead of him. The meaning was all too clear: they were to be burnt at the stake.
"It keeps the people here happy."
Aragorn shot him a quizzical look.
"People are ignorant, Strider. They'll feel better as long as someone is punished."
Aragorn sighed, fixing his eyes on his friend ahead of him.
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Legolas was fighting hard to stay conscious. He was in such great pain, and his vision was hazy at best. He felt incredibly lightheaded. And he was scared. He could not help but admit that factor to himself. He searched for anything to focus on. His eyes landed on three hooded figures in the crowd of commoners. There was something about their presence that frightened him even more. Suddenly, all his fear was funneled into focus around these three characters. It began raining, lightly at first and then the heavens opened up. Legolas did not mind it; he barely noticed it. He watched the three figures intently. It was so very dark, but they stood out like a flame in the blackest of nights.
Aragorn called out to Legolas in elvish. His friend wasn't moving, and it worried him. He looked strange. possessed, almost. He received no response.
He cursed the sun, and the dreadful heat that it brought. "Legolas!" The elf was staring very intently into the crowd. Aragorn followed his gaze, but saw nothing to warrant the glare.
The elf shivered in the cold rain, focusing intently on the mysterious figures in the crowd. The rain plastered his hair down as it continued to pelt him. His head began swimming.
The figures raised long hands to their hoods, and pulled them down in one fluid, yet painfully slow motion. Legolas cried out, fighting his bonds to move away, as far away from them as he could. Mar held him in place.
"Let me help him! He will surely hurt himself!" Aragorn was frantic, worried sick about his friend. He looked into the crowd: there was nothing to be seen but the jeering men. "Legolas!" What was happening? His friend suddenly fell limp, held only by the bonds that secured him to the post.
The carts stopped suddenly in the crossways of two streets. This was it, Aragorn thought, this was how it would end.
The human sighed. Legolas was already dying. Would he even feel the fire as it tore his life from him? Aragorn wanted to cry. They had put Legolas in such a state of helplessness. . . he wanted to swear vengeance, but he knew he would never get the chance.
Jeralin opened the end of the cart, walking towards the elf. Strider struggled against his bonds. The man somehow pulled Legolas from the oblivion he was sinking into. "Tell me where Mithfalas is, elf."
Legolas pushed himself as far as he could into the world of the living. "I don't know."
Oh, by the Valar, he had the Halls of Mandos within his sight. He closed his eyes for just long enough. . .
"You do know where he is! I will give you one more chance to tell us!"
"I do not know!"
"You had your chance, elf. Light the fire under the human."
Legolas panicked. "No! Stop! Do not hurt him!"
"Tell us where Mithfalas is, and we will not touch him."
'Think of something, quick. Don't say Lorien. Don't give him away. Quick! Make something up.'
"Time is runnin-" The man fell at Legolas' feet, a slender arrow protruding from his shoulder.
Legolas looked up. The three men from his past were running towards him, with weapons drawn. He passed out again, of his own will. He didn't want to have anything to do with this.
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Aragorn would have jumped for joy if he could. He recognized one of the figures coming towards them. "Minastir! Oh, thank the Valar, I thought this was really the end."
"Telemnar, Dar, help Legolas," Minastir motioned to the other two elves. He turned to the human. "We thought we were going to be too late."
"You might be for Legolas. How did you know?"
"The king said he would be here, but we didn't know how to get here."
"And?"
"So we went to Lorien first, and Mithfalas told us. Do you know who that is?"
Aragorn laughed. The irony of the situation was driving him crazy. "I do."
"Minastir! Help!"
The elf and the newly freed man turned quickly to see a mob pushing in around Legolas' cart. Several of them had torches. The other two elves had arrows ready, but wanted to avoid civilian casualties if possible. They knew that none of these people meant harm, they were just used to doing this.
"Stay back, human!" Minastir yelled at Aragorn. The man was too weak to be of any help to them. He pushed his way through the crowd to help Legolas.
He stopped dead when he realized that the mob wasn't their only problem. Mar had a torch lit, and had already set it to the hay underneath the prince.
"Dar! Dago han! Dago han!"
Aldarion spun around, firing his arrow straight and true. It never reached its target, however. Mar had vanished.
Aldarion had no time to marvel at this; the mob was pulling at the elves now, ripping their weapons from them. Legolas was fast approaching a fiery end.
Aragorn ran forward. If he pretended to be part of them, the mob wouldn't even recognize him. An ideal at the hands of a mass was a dangerous thing. He shouted angrily, doing his best not to hurt any of them until he got closer. He needed to get to Legolas.
He heard broken elvish coming from their three saviors. They were in pain, and they were angry. He was torn with what to do now. He had a sinking feeling that, either way, someone was not getting out of this alive.
He punched the nearest man in the face and wrenched the torch from his grip. A sudden, dry wind nearly extinguished it. He then pushed his way towards Aldarion. "Get back!" He growled. "Get back! Leave them be!" It was amazing how people backed down when the threat of pain was involved. "Leave those two alone!" Minastir and Telemnar were pushed towards him. "Give them back their weapons."
No one moved.
"Go, Strider, help Legolas. We'll deal with this."
Aragorn raised a cynical eyebrow at Telemnar, but wasting no time in getting to his friend's side. He fumbled with the knots, panicking at the heat he felt. The fire was so close.
"It's so hot, Strider."
Aragorn realized that Legolas was fully aware of what was happening. He had not been able to flee to unconsciousness as Aragorn had thought. "I know, Legolas. I know. I'll get you out of here, just please, please, can you stay awake for me?"
"No, Strider. Just go, I'm going to go to sleep, and I'm not ever going to wake up again."
The man ignored the tears in his eyes. "Don't talk like that. You will make it out of this alive. I will not let you die."
Aragorn sighed with relief as the ropes parted. He caught his friend before he fell into the flames.
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Once outside of the town, and well within the surrounding forest, Telemnar turned and quickly took the prince from Aragorn's arms before the human could protest. He deftly leapt into the nearest tree, and the other two elves followed.
"Hey, that's not fair, you guys. I can't even reach the first branch."
"Guess that's your problem, isn't it?"
"Telemnar, be nice. This is his friend."
It was a voice the ranger did not recognize. It continued to speak. "You can reach it, Estel. Trust me."
He resisted the urge to ask who he was trusting, but instead reached again for the branch. It seemed to almost lower for him. Then, elves did have a way with the trees, so it didn't surprise him.
When he finally settled on a branch close to the elves, the unknown one smiled at him. "Welcome, Estel. I am Mithfalas."
Aragorn's mouth gaped. "You did come to save him!"
"I see my reputation precedes me. I am glad to meet you. But if you don't mind, we need to get Legolas to Lady Galadriel."
Aragorn could say nothing. He had so many emotions racing around in his veins that he would not have been able to speak even if he had wanted to. He simply nodded, and lowered himself to the ground, where Mithfalas lowered Legolas into his arms.
Telemnar spoke. "Do you think an elf should carry him? Surly he human, will slow us down, especially with a burden."
Mithfalas looked at Aragorn, whose eyes were shamefully on the ground. "Nay, he will keep up. I can tell."
The ranger had no recollection of what happened after that. He was so worried, and in such a hurry, that he let the other three elves lead. In truth, he was also a little hurt by Telemnar's attitude towards him. Legolas meant more to him than worrying about the other elf though.
And Mithfalas was there! Until now, Aragorn could have been convinced that the other elf was nothing but a legend. Legolas groaned.
"Don't leave me, Legolas. Dartho, mellon. Please." He went in and out of elvish, talking to Legolas. Nothing seemed to help. The prince was burning with a fever, and coughing in his sleep. The wind had been blowing the smoke right into his lungs. Valor only knew what the poison was doing to him.
Tangled words kept up in a steady stream. None of it made sense, but it at least meant Legolas was still holding on to something in this world.
"It will take another day at least to get there, Strider." Aldarion spoke quietly, watching how his prince and his friend was slowing giving in.
He wouldn't last it.
It was the one simple phrase that they all were thinking, but no one dared to say it. Once it was said, out in the open, it became a real possibility. At least, in their minds, it was only a thought.
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Reviewers: (Holy monkeys, this is going to take me forever!)
Haha, I take it none of you like Mar anymore, huh? Sheesh, I should have counted how many of you said Damn. There were a lot.
SPEoD: Actually, stupid is far from it. . . but alas, that is a different tale. Yes, Fal is alive. Are you kidding? I wouldn't write in a dead character. Of course, that isn't to say that he won't die at some point. Hey, congrats! I like the long stirrup classes myself, but I show in short stirrup too. A first and two thirds, nicely done. I managed two firsts and two thirds and my last show. Of course it was a schooling show, but hey, it still counts! Lol, do you call him Mr. Ed? I would. But then, not many people nowadays have even seen that show. Anyway, I'll talk to ya next chapter!
Legolas_gurl: Ah, thanks so much!
TsugumiWolf: Thank you! But please don't die. I hate when my readers die, lol.
F h c: Avtually, it was chapter nine because the author's note doesn't count as a chapter. This is chapter ten. Haha, Legolas' theme should be the X-Files theme: Trust No One.
Elainor: Yep, he was, and so far no one seems happy about it. Uhm. . . well, Thrandy's reason for not being there will be explained shortly, I promise.
Gwyn: Yeah, me too. Like in Harry Potter. I hated the fifth book. He was my favourite character, man! I chuckled when I saw "Fish Poop," but then realized that I say "Holy Monkeys," so I really couldn't justify chuckling. No, they're the ones who have the rain clouds following them. But that wouldn't make for a very interesting read if they always stayed out of trouble, now would it? Haha, hey, I didn't say Fal would die. But then, I didn't say he wouldn't either. OH! The muse just hit me with the idea stick! Thank you! ! ! !
ForceofHobbit: Because they're Aragorn and Legolas. . . lol. There's a line in an upcoming chapter that I think you'll like.
Angel With No Wings: Another Mar hater. I will explain Fal's exile more in detail, later this story. No worries. He'll get a little bit of happy time. When I'm done with him. ::cackles::
Leggylover03: Poor Estel is coming. This story is mostly Legolas time, but from here on out, it's pretty well spilt up. Uhm, Elrond. . . is not there at the moment. Lol.
Hellmarie: Wow, I'm gonna be evil for a while, methinks.
Lizzie: Fal's exile will be explained, lol, hint taken. Lol, Aragorn is still naïve, he will learn eventually.
Coolio02: Ah, the muse hit me again! I love my reviewers, they give me all these ideas and they don't even know it! Thanks! Anyway, uhm, Mar kind of sucks, doesn't he?
Louise_oblique: Poor guy, just can't get a break, can he? I know, I'm getting kind of hooked on Fal. . . lol, and I wrote him! Thank you so much for the kind review!
Nenya: Oh jeez, I know. High school was hell with fluorescent lighting when it came to work load. I went to a college preparatory school, and let me tell you about homework and tests. I think they forgot that it was college PREP and not college. Wow, I'm getting the impression that you have multiple personalities. First you were all against Legolas and stuff, and now it's like, Oh yeah, he's cool. (Lol, I like this personality better ::big grin::) Oh I know, he always looks really stupid with the sword dropping thing. Lol. Yay! I got a wow! Yes, definitely write a fic. I'll come read it. And hey, Legolas hasn't died yet. Seems to me he came closer to death by flame than drugs, huh?
Nikki: Lol, well, no one said Mar was a nice guy. Thanks for the food! ::big hugs to one of my most faithful reviewers::
Lulu Bell: That was the longest review I have ever seen. I think you win, hands down. Do you know how big that was? 9k, man! Holy monkeys! So here's my ever larger reply: I've never gotten a detention in my life. I did get sent out of class once. That was fun, lol, but no detentions. I'm a good girl. Wow, you're a huge soccer fan, aren't you? Lol, I don't really follow soccer, except I like David Beckham. (Is that how his name is spelled?) Anyway, he's cool. I couldn't tell you what team he plays on for the life of me, except that it's in England. I dunno, you do have to change grips, but I usually just adapt. I don't play softball as intenseley as I do volleyball and horseback riding, but yeah, it's kind of odd. Reins/bat/cue. I can see why she can't play softball. I have that talking and can't shut up problem too! All the time. Oh, Mar has a huge role to play. We have not seen the last of him yet, (as is evident from this chapter.) Oh, hun, I live off of cokes and coffee during exams. I drink nothing else. Lol, thank you for that amazingly long review. I am in awe! ::Applauds:: And nope, just five poor leggy's. And you didn't even give me one!
Das Blume: Ah! Shame on you! Don't waste cookies! (Sorry, I have a huge sweet tooth.) Although I suppose your wasting them is my fault, isn't it? No, he didn't run away. He was exiled. But it will be explained further, no worries. I swear I didn't steal the plot from anywhere. I thought it up all by me onesies. No, I'm serious, my mom that it was hilarious! I loved it. Haha, dear, no, that was one of the largest reviews you've given me. 4k. And no worries, Lulu Bell sent me one that was 9k, so 4k doesn't seem all that big anymore, lol. ::hands over a student planner:: There! Thanks for reviewing!
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"Is this to be a public event?" Aragorn hissed to Berin. His hands were tied securely behind his back, fastening him to a large, wooden pole. He stood on a pile of hay and sticks in a cart that was rolling down the main street. Legolas was held much in the same fashion in the cart ahead of him. The meaning was all too clear: they were to be burnt at the stake.
"It keeps the people here happy."
Aragorn shot him a quizzical look.
"People are ignorant, Strider. They'll feel better as long as someone is punished."
Aragorn sighed, fixing his eyes on his friend ahead of him.
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Legolas was fighting hard to stay conscious. He was in such great pain, and his vision was hazy at best. He felt incredibly lightheaded. And he was scared. He could not help but admit that factor to himself. He searched for anything to focus on. His eyes landed on three hooded figures in the crowd of commoners. There was something about their presence that frightened him even more. Suddenly, all his fear was funneled into focus around these three characters. It began raining, lightly at first and then the heavens opened up. Legolas did not mind it; he barely noticed it. He watched the three figures intently. It was so very dark, but they stood out like a flame in the blackest of nights.
Aragorn called out to Legolas in elvish. His friend wasn't moving, and it worried him. He looked strange. possessed, almost. He received no response.
He cursed the sun, and the dreadful heat that it brought. "Legolas!" The elf was staring very intently into the crowd. Aragorn followed his gaze, but saw nothing to warrant the glare.
The elf shivered in the cold rain, focusing intently on the mysterious figures in the crowd. The rain plastered his hair down as it continued to pelt him. His head began swimming.
The figures raised long hands to their hoods, and pulled them down in one fluid, yet painfully slow motion. Legolas cried out, fighting his bonds to move away, as far away from them as he could. Mar held him in place.
"Let me help him! He will surely hurt himself!" Aragorn was frantic, worried sick about his friend. He looked into the crowd: there was nothing to be seen but the jeering men. "Legolas!" What was happening? His friend suddenly fell limp, held only by the bonds that secured him to the post.
The carts stopped suddenly in the crossways of two streets. This was it, Aragorn thought, this was how it would end.
The human sighed. Legolas was already dying. Would he even feel the fire as it tore his life from him? Aragorn wanted to cry. They had put Legolas in such a state of helplessness. . . he wanted to swear vengeance, but he knew he would never get the chance.
Jeralin opened the end of the cart, walking towards the elf. Strider struggled against his bonds. The man somehow pulled Legolas from the oblivion he was sinking into. "Tell me where Mithfalas is, elf."
Legolas pushed himself as far as he could into the world of the living. "I don't know."
Oh, by the Valar, he had the Halls of Mandos within his sight. He closed his eyes for just long enough. . .
"You do know where he is! I will give you one more chance to tell us!"
"I do not know!"
"You had your chance, elf. Light the fire under the human."
Legolas panicked. "No! Stop! Do not hurt him!"
"Tell us where Mithfalas is, and we will not touch him."
'Think of something, quick. Don't say Lorien. Don't give him away. Quick! Make something up.'
"Time is runnin-" The man fell at Legolas' feet, a slender arrow protruding from his shoulder.
Legolas looked up. The three men from his past were running towards him, with weapons drawn. He passed out again, of his own will. He didn't want to have anything to do with this.
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Aragorn would have jumped for joy if he could. He recognized one of the figures coming towards them. "Minastir! Oh, thank the Valar, I thought this was really the end."
"Telemnar, Dar, help Legolas," Minastir motioned to the other two elves. He turned to the human. "We thought we were going to be too late."
"You might be for Legolas. How did you know?"
"The king said he would be here, but we didn't know how to get here."
"And?"
"So we went to Lorien first, and Mithfalas told us. Do you know who that is?"
Aragorn laughed. The irony of the situation was driving him crazy. "I do."
"Minastir! Help!"
The elf and the newly freed man turned quickly to see a mob pushing in around Legolas' cart. Several of them had torches. The other two elves had arrows ready, but wanted to avoid civilian casualties if possible. They knew that none of these people meant harm, they were just used to doing this.
"Stay back, human!" Minastir yelled at Aragorn. The man was too weak to be of any help to them. He pushed his way through the crowd to help Legolas.
He stopped dead when he realized that the mob wasn't their only problem. Mar had a torch lit, and had already set it to the hay underneath the prince.
"Dar! Dago han! Dago han!"
Aldarion spun around, firing his arrow straight and true. It never reached its target, however. Mar had vanished.
Aldarion had no time to marvel at this; the mob was pulling at the elves now, ripping their weapons from them. Legolas was fast approaching a fiery end.
Aragorn ran forward. If he pretended to be part of them, the mob wouldn't even recognize him. An ideal at the hands of a mass was a dangerous thing. He shouted angrily, doing his best not to hurt any of them until he got closer. He needed to get to Legolas.
He heard broken elvish coming from their three saviors. They were in pain, and they were angry. He was torn with what to do now. He had a sinking feeling that, either way, someone was not getting out of this alive.
He punched the nearest man in the face and wrenched the torch from his grip. A sudden, dry wind nearly extinguished it. He then pushed his way towards Aldarion. "Get back!" He growled. "Get back! Leave them be!" It was amazing how people backed down when the threat of pain was involved. "Leave those two alone!" Minastir and Telemnar were pushed towards him. "Give them back their weapons."
No one moved.
"Go, Strider, help Legolas. We'll deal with this."
Aragorn raised a cynical eyebrow at Telemnar, but wasting no time in getting to his friend's side. He fumbled with the knots, panicking at the heat he felt. The fire was so close.
"It's so hot, Strider."
Aragorn realized that Legolas was fully aware of what was happening. He had not been able to flee to unconsciousness as Aragorn had thought. "I know, Legolas. I know. I'll get you out of here, just please, please, can you stay awake for me?"
"No, Strider. Just go, I'm going to go to sleep, and I'm not ever going to wake up again."
The man ignored the tears in his eyes. "Don't talk like that. You will make it out of this alive. I will not let you die."
Aragorn sighed with relief as the ropes parted. He caught his friend before he fell into the flames.
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Once outside of the town, and well within the surrounding forest, Telemnar turned and quickly took the prince from Aragorn's arms before the human could protest. He deftly leapt into the nearest tree, and the other two elves followed.
"Hey, that's not fair, you guys. I can't even reach the first branch."
"Guess that's your problem, isn't it?"
"Telemnar, be nice. This is his friend."
It was a voice the ranger did not recognize. It continued to speak. "You can reach it, Estel. Trust me."
He resisted the urge to ask who he was trusting, but instead reached again for the branch. It seemed to almost lower for him. Then, elves did have a way with the trees, so it didn't surprise him.
When he finally settled on a branch close to the elves, the unknown one smiled at him. "Welcome, Estel. I am Mithfalas."
Aragorn's mouth gaped. "You did come to save him!"
"I see my reputation precedes me. I am glad to meet you. But if you don't mind, we need to get Legolas to Lady Galadriel."
Aragorn could say nothing. He had so many emotions racing around in his veins that he would not have been able to speak even if he had wanted to. He simply nodded, and lowered himself to the ground, where Mithfalas lowered Legolas into his arms.
Telemnar spoke. "Do you think an elf should carry him? Surly he human, will slow us down, especially with a burden."
Mithfalas looked at Aragorn, whose eyes were shamefully on the ground. "Nay, he will keep up. I can tell."
The ranger had no recollection of what happened after that. He was so worried, and in such a hurry, that he let the other three elves lead. In truth, he was also a little hurt by Telemnar's attitude towards him. Legolas meant more to him than worrying about the other elf though.
And Mithfalas was there! Until now, Aragorn could have been convinced that the other elf was nothing but a legend. Legolas groaned.
"Don't leave me, Legolas. Dartho, mellon. Please." He went in and out of elvish, talking to Legolas. Nothing seemed to help. The prince was burning with a fever, and coughing in his sleep. The wind had been blowing the smoke right into his lungs. Valor only knew what the poison was doing to him.
Tangled words kept up in a steady stream. None of it made sense, but it at least meant Legolas was still holding on to something in this world.
"It will take another day at least to get there, Strider." Aldarion spoke quietly, watching how his prince and his friend was slowing giving in.
He wouldn't last it.
It was the one simple phrase that they all were thinking, but no one dared to say it. Once it was said, out in the open, it became a real possibility. At least, in their minds, it was only a thought.
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Reviewers: (Holy monkeys, this is going to take me forever!)
Haha, I take it none of you like Mar anymore, huh? Sheesh, I should have counted how many of you said Damn. There were a lot.
SPEoD: Actually, stupid is far from it. . . but alas, that is a different tale. Yes, Fal is alive. Are you kidding? I wouldn't write in a dead character. Of course, that isn't to say that he won't die at some point. Hey, congrats! I like the long stirrup classes myself, but I show in short stirrup too. A first and two thirds, nicely done. I managed two firsts and two thirds and my last show. Of course it was a schooling show, but hey, it still counts! Lol, do you call him Mr. Ed? I would. But then, not many people nowadays have even seen that show. Anyway, I'll talk to ya next chapter!
Legolas_gurl: Ah, thanks so much!
TsugumiWolf: Thank you! But please don't die. I hate when my readers die, lol.
F h c: Avtually, it was chapter nine because the author's note doesn't count as a chapter. This is chapter ten. Haha, Legolas' theme should be the X-Files theme: Trust No One.
Elainor: Yep, he was, and so far no one seems happy about it. Uhm. . . well, Thrandy's reason for not being there will be explained shortly, I promise.
Gwyn: Yeah, me too. Like in Harry Potter. I hated the fifth book. He was my favourite character, man! I chuckled when I saw "Fish Poop," but then realized that I say "Holy Monkeys," so I really couldn't justify chuckling. No, they're the ones who have the rain clouds following them. But that wouldn't make for a very interesting read if they always stayed out of trouble, now would it? Haha, hey, I didn't say Fal would die. But then, I didn't say he wouldn't either. OH! The muse just hit me with the idea stick! Thank you! ! ! !
ForceofHobbit: Because they're Aragorn and Legolas. . . lol. There's a line in an upcoming chapter that I think you'll like.
Angel With No Wings: Another Mar hater. I will explain Fal's exile more in detail, later this story. No worries. He'll get a little bit of happy time. When I'm done with him. ::cackles::
Leggylover03: Poor Estel is coming. This story is mostly Legolas time, but from here on out, it's pretty well spilt up. Uhm, Elrond. . . is not there at the moment. Lol.
Hellmarie: Wow, I'm gonna be evil for a while, methinks.
Lizzie: Fal's exile will be explained, lol, hint taken. Lol, Aragorn is still naïve, he will learn eventually.
Coolio02: Ah, the muse hit me again! I love my reviewers, they give me all these ideas and they don't even know it! Thanks! Anyway, uhm, Mar kind of sucks, doesn't he?
Louise_oblique: Poor guy, just can't get a break, can he? I know, I'm getting kind of hooked on Fal. . . lol, and I wrote him! Thank you so much for the kind review!
Nenya: Oh jeez, I know. High school was hell with fluorescent lighting when it came to work load. I went to a college preparatory school, and let me tell you about homework and tests. I think they forgot that it was college PREP and not college. Wow, I'm getting the impression that you have multiple personalities. First you were all against Legolas and stuff, and now it's like, Oh yeah, he's cool. (Lol, I like this personality better ::big grin::) Oh I know, he always looks really stupid with the sword dropping thing. Lol. Yay! I got a wow! Yes, definitely write a fic. I'll come read it. And hey, Legolas hasn't died yet. Seems to me he came closer to death by flame than drugs, huh?
Nikki: Lol, well, no one said Mar was a nice guy. Thanks for the food! ::big hugs to one of my most faithful reviewers::
Lulu Bell: That was the longest review I have ever seen. I think you win, hands down. Do you know how big that was? 9k, man! Holy monkeys! So here's my ever larger reply: I've never gotten a detention in my life. I did get sent out of class once. That was fun, lol, but no detentions. I'm a good girl. Wow, you're a huge soccer fan, aren't you? Lol, I don't really follow soccer, except I like David Beckham. (Is that how his name is spelled?) Anyway, he's cool. I couldn't tell you what team he plays on for the life of me, except that it's in England. I dunno, you do have to change grips, but I usually just adapt. I don't play softball as intenseley as I do volleyball and horseback riding, but yeah, it's kind of odd. Reins/bat/cue. I can see why she can't play softball. I have that talking and can't shut up problem too! All the time. Oh, Mar has a huge role to play. We have not seen the last of him yet, (as is evident from this chapter.) Oh, hun, I live off of cokes and coffee during exams. I drink nothing else. Lol, thank you for that amazingly long review. I am in awe! ::Applauds:: And nope, just five poor leggy's. And you didn't even give me one!
Das Blume: Ah! Shame on you! Don't waste cookies! (Sorry, I have a huge sweet tooth.) Although I suppose your wasting them is my fault, isn't it? No, he didn't run away. He was exiled. But it will be explained further, no worries. I swear I didn't steal the plot from anywhere. I thought it up all by me onesies. No, I'm serious, my mom that it was hilarious! I loved it. Haha, dear, no, that was one of the largest reviews you've given me. 4k. And no worries, Lulu Bell sent me one that was 9k, so 4k doesn't seem all that big anymore, lol. ::hands over a student planner:: There! Thanks for reviewing!