And then, out of sheer happiness, all the hobbits bounced about in delight, hugging a little and each of them grinning, as their dear Frodo was going to be okay. Elanor was grinning because obviously she was happy about this- and also, Pippin didn't care in the least who he was hugging-- he didn't seem to notice that she kept coming back for more.

Ah, yes, she loved the huggy nature of hobbits. It suited her purposes far more than elfish coolness, though from what she had heard from Luthien, there was quite a bit behind that coolness she had not yet witnessed, and hoped very much never EVER to see it at all.

'When can we see him?' Merry asked after a few moments of hugging. Elanor ignored him and continued bouncing around, hoping Pippin wouldn't really care.

'Well, he hasn't woken properly yet, and then we can see him. After Gandalf, that is,' Sam said happily. 'And soon we'll be able to go home! I do like it here, but I miss the Shire.'

Merry and Pippin agreed. Elanor bounced.

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Luthien wondered where Elanor had got to. She'd disappeared ages ago and had not come back as of yet. Come to think of it, Pippin and the other hobbits were nowhere to be seen either.

'Hmmm,' Luthien thought suspiciously. 'Hum and hmmm…'

As it was morning and she had been up all night, dancing and drinking and talking to Legolas and watching Legolas from a distance and thinking about Legolas whenever he wasn't about…anyway, she was feeling quite exhausted, but decided to find Elanor and make sure she hadn't got up to any mischief, before she went to bed for the night. Or day. Whatever.

It turned out that she didn't need to walk very far at all, as after she had wobbled on tired legs for just a few halls, she bumped into three hobbits, all of whom seemed quite content. And asleep, for that matter.

Sam was not there (Luthien supposed he was watching over his Mr Frodo, which was ever so sweet) but Merry lay against the stone wall, his thumb in his mouth, and Pippin was fast asleep by a pillar, snoring softly. Elanor was cuddled up against his body with her feet tucked up under her, a smile of happiness evident on her face.

Luthien rolled her eyes and walked off, muttering about the ways of hobbits.

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Elanor yawned loudly and stretched, blinking at the bright sunlight streaming in the large windows. She looked around her sleepily, and was quickly wide awake the moment her eyes fell upon Pippin, who lay beside her peacefully.

She smiled and stroked his hair lovingly. 'Ah, my lovely. You really are more lovely than I could ever have imagined- why, you're not even that short! In fact, you're taller than me, though I guess-'

Pippin started and she squeaked.

'Oh! Good morning- is this morning?- anyways, hello, Pippin.'

He stared at her un-seeingly for a moment, and then registered who she was. 'Oh. Hello, Elanor.'

Elanor just grinned. He knew her name. HE knew HER name.

'Did you sleep well?' He asked, kicking Merry.

'Oh, very. I hope you did?'

'Well enough,' he answered. 'I prefer a soft bed, but no matter.'

She nodded, staring at him, dazed. Pippin seemed just a little bit unnerved by her behaviour, and attempted to wake Merry with a little more urgency.

Elanor felt her stomach grumble, and forgot about her love for the moment. If there was one thing in the world that was almost as important as Her Pippin, it was food, and she had not yet had breakfast. Another rumble settled her mind.

'Well, I think I'll be off for some breakfast…lunch…whatever it is now. Bye bye.'

Pippin waved, and she hopped off, her thoughts consisting mainly of pancakes. She wondered if elves had pancakes. It was possible. Maybe they would have some elfish brand of maple syrup.

On her way to the food, she passed a large garden with beautiful coloured flowers growing about it, and saw under a tree a tall figure leant against it's trunk limply.

They looked awfully familiar, and as Elanor walked closer she saw it was Luthien.

She blinked. Luthien looked- she looked- Elanor gasped- she looked DEAD. Her best friend's eyes were wide upon, staring at nothing and not blinking at all, completely out of focus.

Elanor let out a small wail and wished she had bothered to pay attention when they talked about mouth-to-mouth resuscitation at school, instead of giggling and trying to bite Emily.

'Luuuuuuucy,' she whispered miserably, holding her friend's limp hand to her own. 'You can't leave me, not now.' She tried to feel for a pulse. Oh, if only she could remember how to feel for a pulse! The wrist just felt like wrist! Her dear Luthien wasn't pulsing, dammit, and she could not remember mouth to mouth resuscitation, nor could she bring herself to put her own mouth on Luthien's.

She patted Luthien's head sadly, and, in doing so, noticed her friends elf ears. The fact that Luthien was Possibly Dead temporarily flew out of her head, as they were really very nice ears. She fiddled with them interestedly. 'oooh,' she giggled, flipping them backwards and forwards. 'Floppy!'

'What the hell are you doing?' The body of Luthien said suddenly.

Elanor shrieked. 'You're ALIVE!' She cried, abandoning the ears and flinging her arms around Luthien's neck.

Her friend stared down at her in surprise. 'Erm, yes, funnily enough I am.'

Elanor let her go, and sniffed. 'There's no need to be sarcastic. You had your eyes open and you didn't have a pulse.'

'My dear friend, elves sleep with their eyes open.' She said this very patiently. 'And of course I had a pulse.'

'Well. I couldn't feel one.'

Luthien sighed. 'Did you learn nothing from Lord of the Rings? You should have just put your sword up against my mouth, dummy, to see if it misted up.'

'I don't have a sword. And anyway…yeah.'

'That's right. Now, I suppose you're hungry?'

'However did you guess?'

'Your stomach just groaned incredibly loudly.'

'Ah…yes, it too is hungry…do you have pancakes here? I feel like pancakes.'

Luthien did not answer, as a blonde elf commonly known as Legolas was coming their way.

Luthien gave a little gasp. 'My hair. How is my hair?' She hissed to Elanor, trying to feel for twigs in her long strands.

'Erm…'

'What?' What?' Luthien said frantically.

'Well, I can't exactly see it, can I?'

'Oh. Well. Does it look very messy from there?'

'Only a little bit,' Elanor said honestly. 'But I wouldn't worry. He is after all a tree elf. I'm sure he'd appreciate it, if anything. He would see that you too love the trees, and he would grow to like you even more.'

'You know, that was a very bright thing for you to come up with,' Luthien said, reflecting on this.

'Yes,' Elanor said, pleased with herself. She continued as Legolas approached. 'And maybe,' she said brightly 'you could dress up as a tree! Like, paint your face brown, and dye your hair green and stick leaves on your-'

'Elanor?'

'Yes?'

'Shut up, now.'

Elanor pouted and watched Legolas come up to them. 'Good morning,' he said, his blue eyes…blue.

'Greetings, fair Legolas,' Luthien said, her voice only slightly squeaky.

'Fair alright,' Elanor muttered. 'He is definitely blond. Except his eyebrows.'

The both stared at her and she shrugged. 'Oh, nothing. Think I'll be off to….eat. Goodbye, my sweets.' She tried to wink at Luthien, but achieved only in looking weird and her face sort of smooshed up, so that Luthien hurriedly shoved her friend away.

'Erm, excuse her,' she said politely so Legolas, silently cursing Elanor and her inability to wink. 'She's just a little bit light-headed.'

Legolas nodded, though he wasn't entirely certain about this elf…however, he laid aside his doubts for the moment. 'Luthien, I was wondering if you plan on attending the council of Elrond that has been called?'

'Oh, no…' She said casually. 'I know what's going to happen anyway.'

He stared at her and she groaned inwardly.

'Er- I mean- I'm not sure if my affairs are important enough…in fact, I know they're not. Why do you ask?'

'I was curious to know why you are here,' he said simply. Luthien wondered if all elves were so curious and interested in other peoples affairs. Elrond, for example, was far too interested in her.

She shuddered, an act Legolas chose to ignore.

'I had probably better check up on Elanor,' she said after a moment of silence, to herself asking 'WHY? WHY? I need not leave him, no, no, I could stay! He might kiss me now! He just might!'

'That would be wise,' he answered, no doubt having heard about the Heimlich manoeuvre the night before.

Bloody, bloody Elanor and her stupid food, Luthien thought bitterly.

'Faretheewell,' She said to Legolas, her heart heavy.

He nodded to her and walked away…he was so beautiful…she just wanted to pounce and trap him and take him back home where no one else could get to him…though, of course, she did not know how to get back home. And also, at home there were thousands of (stupid) girls also in love with him, who were unaware she owned her dear elf already. Or WOULD own her elf in a matter of time.

'We shall wait, my queen,' she whispered to herself, and set off to make sure Elanor did not get indigestion. If she didn't start controlling herself she was going to become awfully chubby.

Luthien took one last glance at her All and then walked off, humming an elfish song off tune.