The pain coursing through Legolas' body was great; the rage coursing
alongside it
was greater. He glared menacingly at his infinitely stronger opponent. Elves like this
made Legolas' blood boil. It was said that Oropher, Legolas' grandfather who had
perished in the war of the last alliance, was a hugely prideful and honorable man. This
same thing could be said of Thranduil, Oropher's son, and also of Legolas, to whom
Thranduil was sire. For this reason, although Legolas was a gentle and affectionate elf,
his temper, when aroused, was ferociously tempestuous, and notoriously insatiable. At
this moment, the raucous Jamill had done this job well, and Legolas' anger showed
brilliantly on his face. He put his arms up in a defensive position, and spread his legs.
Although Legolas had not yet been trained to fight, he had watched matches in his
father's courtyard, so he imitated the fighter's stances and ran forward.
Jamill was a wrestler who was known for defeating grown elves with his superior
strength, but Legolas was not afraid of the other's size. His unrelenting attack surprised
Jamill, who was used to being the initiator of fights, and Legolas successfully rammed
the other elf. Jamill lost all balance and staggered back before falling. Legolas fell right
after him, and landed straddled atop his stunned opponent. Legolas pressed his advantage
and began to hit Jamill. He punched the other in a frenzy, but when Jamill regained a bit
of his sense, the blows only enraged him. He swung his fist in a great arch, and the back
of it smashed into Legolas' jaw. The blow brought an explosion of pain to Legolas, who
was immediately dazed. Jamill, not one to pass up such an opportunity in a fight,
immediately sat up and cocked back his fist. Legolas saw the attack coming, but could do
nothing. The fist was perfectly aimed, and fell on Legolas like a brick wall. He felt
himself pitch backwards, and just as his vision began to ebb he heard her cry his name,
then the darkness fell.
When consciousness finally crept up on him, Legolas was aware of one thing. The
booming pain in his head that made him feel like someone had hammered an arrow into
his skull. He opened his eyes, and realized with ample shock that he was in the guestroom
he and his father were sharing in Rivendell. A thought hit him. Was his father here? He
sat up, at which point he realized with a groan that his stomach hurt as well. Ignoring the
sharp daggers in his abdomen, Legolas glanced around the room. To his relief, Thranduil
was not in sight. He knew that if his father learned about his fight with Jamill it would
greatly anger and disappoint the proud Elvish king. It had been a very dishonorable thing
for a prince to do, and if it got out it would do no good for Greenwood's reputation.
"You're awake." A voice spoke. He looked up sharply, only to see Arwen standing at the
doorway with a basin of water in her hands.
"Don't worry, I suspected you wouldn't want anyone to know, so I just had the servants
set it outside the door." He was surprised at this statement, but it intrigued him that she
had come to understand him in such a short time.
"What happened to that Dwarvish brute?" Legolas asked.
"After you fell back onto the floor, he got up and started kicking you. I ran up to him
though and told him that you were highly in favor with my father, and that I would tell
him if Jamill didn't leave you alone. You weren't moving anymore, so I guess he was
tired of you anyway. He sort of sneered at you and left. I carried you back here, and I was
just getting some water to clean you up."
Legolas blinked at the last comment and reached for the basin. He winced at the sight that
reflected off of the waters calm surface. A trickle of blood, dried and non, was running
down his chin from the corner of his mouth. His right eye was swollen and black, and
more blood was running from a nasty looking cut on his forehead.
"Why does my stomach hurt?" he asked
"I believe he kicked you in the stomach when you fell." She replied, taking the washbasin
back. "Do you think you can get to the bathroom? I don't want to get blood or water on
your bed."
He stood, and walked to the washroom. Facing the mirror, he winced, before turning
away towards the wall. Arwen set down the water basin on a counter, and dismissing the
wall, he now turned to look at her. He decided that she was definitely a satisfying sight
after his reflection and the wall, so he watched as she drowned a washcloth in the basin.
After a moment, she lifted it out, and wrung it. Turning to him, she looked into his gaze
for a moment before approaching, and gently pressing the wet cloth to his face. It stung,
but he made no sign now. She cursed the blemishes on his face, for they were sinful
ugliness on ethereal beauty. Finally she spoke the words that she had kept herself from
speaking for some time.
"What does your Ada do to scare you so? What has he done to you?" The words made
him flinch as the stinging had not, and for a moment he considered answering her with
silence. Finally, he spoke.
"I love my Ada. We are all that is left of what might once have been a family; just
shattered pieces that don't quite fit together right. Ever since mother's been gone, he's
done his best. I know he tried to fill her emptiness, but he couldn't. About three years
after my mother died, a stranger appeared in Greenwood. Her name was Kestra, a sharp
woman with a rare beauty and an even rarer ambition. No one knows where she came
from, although no traveler has ever recognized her. My Ada was wary of strangers, and
ordered her to leave immediately, but she requested that she have one audience with him
to plead her case. She had a fat purse, so she was given one chance to convince Ada she
should stay. She went to talk to him after the evening meal one night, and by morning,
they were 'meant to be'. I was appalled at my Ada's behavior! He was like a lovesick
child around she who he had just met less than a day before. No one else would risk
Ada's ire by speaking up, and in my anger, I spoke rashly."
~Flashback~
"Are you aware that you disgrace the memory of my naneth, or has this witch dulled your
senses as well as your mind?" Legolas called sharply across the table. The dim murmur
of conversation halted immediately. Legolas swiftly stood from his seat. Standing, he was
the same height as the seated Thranduil. He met his father's eyes to gauge Thranduil's
reaction, but the look he got surprised him. He had expected a comforting smile at best, a
disappointed frown at worst, but the look on his father's face was beyond anything
Legolas had expected. Thranduil was scowling at his son in supreme displeasure. The
look bordered annoyance, as though Thranduil didn't really care just what Legolas had
said, but was merely irritated at the reminder of his son's existence.
"Get out of here!" Thranduil ordered gruffly. Legolas blinked, but did not move. He had
never seen his father like this; never had Thranduil ever treated him with such obvious
disdain. Aduil, the chief war advisor abruptly stood and walked over to the prince. He
leaned down and whispered into Legolas' ear.
"Come prince." He said softly, but firmly. Then he took Legolas' hand, and led the little
boy out of the dining hall. Legolas offered no resistance. In reality, he was barely even
there.
~End Flashback~
Arwen had paused her attendance of his face half way through the story, and was looking
at him sadly.
"I thought it was just a mood; a phase. But Ada never went back to normal. I know she's
the one doing this to him, and she just kept going further and further. She convinced him
that I was too wild and Ada forbade me from leaving the palace to explore the woods.
She's using some kind of magic on him. I know it because now he acts that way even
when she isn't with him. Still, she didn't want to come to Rivendell with us. I don't think
she wants to be in the public scene for now." Legolas paused here, and assumed a grim
smile before continuing.
"I had hoped that being this far away from her might free him from the enchantment, but
we shall have to see." Arwen sighed and placed her arm on his shoulder.
"I'm so sorr-" Arwen paused mid-sentence and turned towards the door. Her sharp ears
had caught the soft padding of boots in the hallway. Legolas followed her lead and
listened just long enough to hear the steps himself.
"Do you think that could be my Ada?" Legolas whispered softly.
"I don't know, but even if it isn't, it sounds like the party is over for tonight, I should go."
Arwen surmised. Listening again, she head the footsteps approach the main entrance to
the room and pass by without a single break in stride.
"Do you hear anything anymore?" she asked Legolas. He paused to listen, then shook his
head.
"Go now, and if someone sees you, act natural. Chances are they won't know who's
room this is, and if anyone does recognize you, they'll probably have too big of a
hangover in the morning to remember." Legolas opened the door, and glanced out. He
motioned, and she started out of the room. Just as she crossed the threshold, he grabbed
her arm, and spoke without hesitation.
"Will you meet me again tomorrow?" He asked quickly.
"I have lessons with Glorfindel." She replied. He frowned, and relaxed his grip. She
started to walk towards the deserted hallway that had been the scene of the earlier fight,
when suddenly she spun on her heel and ran back to him.
"I'll meet you there in that hallway. Come right after the morning feast." She said. He
grinned, and nodded happily. She paused, and gently reached up to touch the scar on his
forehead. She narrowed her eyes, as though she could will it away if only her focus was
great enough. The sound of more footsteps broke her concentration, and turning, she
raced off into the abandoned hallway.
Arwen ran through the corridor with all the speed she could muster. She knew that her
father would not leave the party until all of the guests had retired, but she was still not
going to take her time. When she arrived at her father's room, the rest of her family was
already there.
"So, my little Evenstar, you have finally decided to join us." Elrond said with a smile. He
was sitting in a great chair set in front of the warm fireplace. Celebrían was seated on the
arm of the chair, and both of her brothers were on the floor beside the fire. Arwen walked
over to her father and sat on his lap.
"How was your night dearest one? Not boring I hope." Celebrían said with a gentle smile.
"It was not. I had the most fun ever with my new friend!" Arwen said excitedly. Pausing
and realizing that she had mentioned Legolas when she shouldn't have she added, "That
is, my new friend Jamill."
"Arwen, what's this?" her father asked, reaching down to better see a spot on the front of
her dress. Arwen gasped, for the spot was a smear of red blood, dried brown.
'It must be from when I dragged Legolas to his room. That cut on his forehead was
bleeding pretty badly.' She thought.
"Oh, this?" she said, looking at the opposite wall. "Well, um my friend, Jamill, that's his
blood. We were playing outside and he fell and scraped his knee. I went to get water, and
so I just dampened the end of my dress. Then I wiped the blood off. It was just a scraped
knee though, nothing serious." Arwen hoped the story wasn't too far- fetched, but to her
immense relief, her father seemed to believe her.
"So that Jamill boy fell did he?" Elrond's face lit in an amused smile. "Are there any
craters on the premises I should know about?" he said with a chuckle. Both twins
snickered, and Arwen heard herself giggle softly.
"Elrond Peredhil!" Celebrían frowned. "I would expect better from you, you're a bad
influence on the children. Now I know that you think this Jamill is very funny because he
was raised among dwarves, but think about how he feels. I'm sure as a child he was
teased about his size by the little dwarves. Think about how much he might have been
picked on." She scolded.
"Yes mother. I'm sure he has been a victim all his life. I'd get teased too if I was Arwen's
age and 5'4 with arms bigger than a cave troll's." Elrohir remarked sarcastically. Arwen
and her father laughed, and Celebrían just rolled her eyes. Suddenly Elrond stood, taking
Arwen into his arms.
"I think it is time for someone to go to bed." He said. Arwen yawned and nodded at him.
"Anyway, you'll need your rest if you want to play with that boy after lessons." Elrond
added softly.
'Right,' Arwen thought dreamily 'THAT boy, AFTER lessons' and with that she leaned
onto her father's shoulder, and fell into the confines of her dreams.
Weee! God this post is long like a mother! But I felt I owed it to anyone who is still reading this ficcy since I don't update for like years at a time. Anyway, now you know why Thranduil is vicious. I hope you like it, Plz R&R! Elrond is a little giggly in this chapter, but Elvish wine is strong, and I figure he was a much happier person period when Celebrían was with him. Also, does anyone know Sindarian for mother? Thanks! -J.P.
Hana: No, he didn't like Hobbits very much, but you're right. He needs a good reason to be mean to Legolas. Hope a scapegoat works for you. (: j/k, Kestra has a part to play in the future.
Nancy: OOO, thanks! I'll keep up the writing if you keep up the reading.
Saraclya Tel'Quessir: Glad you like it! You've written so many good L/A fics though I don't think I'm worthy. I like Legolas' eyes though, don't you?
creepysaxgirl13: I'm glad you love Chibis too!
Hello: Hi, I like your name, very cool. I want to see how they grow up too! Hopefully together, the only thing is when they grow up I have to deal with a certain hormone driven heir of Isildur.
SpiritofFire: I adore them too! So much fun to read.
WinterRose: I'm glad you like it! I like L/A ficcys too. (:
Shinigami29: Georgia you ho.
Megz: You never asked! :p
stylin*bebe: Glad you liked it, glad you reviewed it. I'm just one happy person!
Georgia: I feel this story is a big step towards making China a better place for the common people.
Georgia again: GG you're so much fun. I wish everyone reviewed twice!
Somnus: Poor Thrandy, why am I so mean to him? Oh well, don't worry Leggy's got to have some reason to kick the wench out of his home.
Julie Jewelrannah: Thankies!! You guys rock the boat!
Jessie-Greenleaf: Jessie! YAY! Must play Turbotax Deluxe.
Megz: All ya need is love love .and some good reviews.
Pishymishy: I am glad you like it. You sound wise and insightful, which makes me feel grateful that you like my fic.
Superpoodle: Don't worry folks its just Georgia again. (;
Jessie-Greenleaf: Aren't big words fun?
strawberries rule~ : I love strawberries! And yes, it is a curious think this story.
Kukabura: Thranduil certainly hasn't proved to be the most gracious host in the past. I tried your idea about starting a new line for dialogue, but I think I did it wrong. I'm suck an idiot. I'm glad this story is better than you thought! (Must work on summary) lol
was greater. He glared menacingly at his infinitely stronger opponent. Elves like this
made Legolas' blood boil. It was said that Oropher, Legolas' grandfather who had
perished in the war of the last alliance, was a hugely prideful and honorable man. This
same thing could be said of Thranduil, Oropher's son, and also of Legolas, to whom
Thranduil was sire. For this reason, although Legolas was a gentle and affectionate elf,
his temper, when aroused, was ferociously tempestuous, and notoriously insatiable. At
this moment, the raucous Jamill had done this job well, and Legolas' anger showed
brilliantly on his face. He put his arms up in a defensive position, and spread his legs.
Although Legolas had not yet been trained to fight, he had watched matches in his
father's courtyard, so he imitated the fighter's stances and ran forward.
Jamill was a wrestler who was known for defeating grown elves with his superior
strength, but Legolas was not afraid of the other's size. His unrelenting attack surprised
Jamill, who was used to being the initiator of fights, and Legolas successfully rammed
the other elf. Jamill lost all balance and staggered back before falling. Legolas fell right
after him, and landed straddled atop his stunned opponent. Legolas pressed his advantage
and began to hit Jamill. He punched the other in a frenzy, but when Jamill regained a bit
of his sense, the blows only enraged him. He swung his fist in a great arch, and the back
of it smashed into Legolas' jaw. The blow brought an explosion of pain to Legolas, who
was immediately dazed. Jamill, not one to pass up such an opportunity in a fight,
immediately sat up and cocked back his fist. Legolas saw the attack coming, but could do
nothing. The fist was perfectly aimed, and fell on Legolas like a brick wall. He felt
himself pitch backwards, and just as his vision began to ebb he heard her cry his name,
then the darkness fell.
When consciousness finally crept up on him, Legolas was aware of one thing. The
booming pain in his head that made him feel like someone had hammered an arrow into
his skull. He opened his eyes, and realized with ample shock that he was in the guestroom
he and his father were sharing in Rivendell. A thought hit him. Was his father here? He
sat up, at which point he realized with a groan that his stomach hurt as well. Ignoring the
sharp daggers in his abdomen, Legolas glanced around the room. To his relief, Thranduil
was not in sight. He knew that if his father learned about his fight with Jamill it would
greatly anger and disappoint the proud Elvish king. It had been a very dishonorable thing
for a prince to do, and if it got out it would do no good for Greenwood's reputation.
"You're awake." A voice spoke. He looked up sharply, only to see Arwen standing at the
doorway with a basin of water in her hands.
"Don't worry, I suspected you wouldn't want anyone to know, so I just had the servants
set it outside the door." He was surprised at this statement, but it intrigued him that she
had come to understand him in such a short time.
"What happened to that Dwarvish brute?" Legolas asked.
"After you fell back onto the floor, he got up and started kicking you. I ran up to him
though and told him that you were highly in favor with my father, and that I would tell
him if Jamill didn't leave you alone. You weren't moving anymore, so I guess he was
tired of you anyway. He sort of sneered at you and left. I carried you back here, and I was
just getting some water to clean you up."
Legolas blinked at the last comment and reached for the basin. He winced at the sight that
reflected off of the waters calm surface. A trickle of blood, dried and non, was running
down his chin from the corner of his mouth. His right eye was swollen and black, and
more blood was running from a nasty looking cut on his forehead.
"Why does my stomach hurt?" he asked
"I believe he kicked you in the stomach when you fell." She replied, taking the washbasin
back. "Do you think you can get to the bathroom? I don't want to get blood or water on
your bed."
He stood, and walked to the washroom. Facing the mirror, he winced, before turning
away towards the wall. Arwen set down the water basin on a counter, and dismissing the
wall, he now turned to look at her. He decided that she was definitely a satisfying sight
after his reflection and the wall, so he watched as she drowned a washcloth in the basin.
After a moment, she lifted it out, and wrung it. Turning to him, she looked into his gaze
for a moment before approaching, and gently pressing the wet cloth to his face. It stung,
but he made no sign now. She cursed the blemishes on his face, for they were sinful
ugliness on ethereal beauty. Finally she spoke the words that she had kept herself from
speaking for some time.
"What does your Ada do to scare you so? What has he done to you?" The words made
him flinch as the stinging had not, and for a moment he considered answering her with
silence. Finally, he spoke.
"I love my Ada. We are all that is left of what might once have been a family; just
shattered pieces that don't quite fit together right. Ever since mother's been gone, he's
done his best. I know he tried to fill her emptiness, but he couldn't. About three years
after my mother died, a stranger appeared in Greenwood. Her name was Kestra, a sharp
woman with a rare beauty and an even rarer ambition. No one knows where she came
from, although no traveler has ever recognized her. My Ada was wary of strangers, and
ordered her to leave immediately, but she requested that she have one audience with him
to plead her case. She had a fat purse, so she was given one chance to convince Ada she
should stay. She went to talk to him after the evening meal one night, and by morning,
they were 'meant to be'. I was appalled at my Ada's behavior! He was like a lovesick
child around she who he had just met less than a day before. No one else would risk
Ada's ire by speaking up, and in my anger, I spoke rashly."
~Flashback~
"Are you aware that you disgrace the memory of my naneth, or has this witch dulled your
senses as well as your mind?" Legolas called sharply across the table. The dim murmur
of conversation halted immediately. Legolas swiftly stood from his seat. Standing, he was
the same height as the seated Thranduil. He met his father's eyes to gauge Thranduil's
reaction, but the look he got surprised him. He had expected a comforting smile at best, a
disappointed frown at worst, but the look on his father's face was beyond anything
Legolas had expected. Thranduil was scowling at his son in supreme displeasure. The
look bordered annoyance, as though Thranduil didn't really care just what Legolas had
said, but was merely irritated at the reminder of his son's existence.
"Get out of here!" Thranduil ordered gruffly. Legolas blinked, but did not move. He had
never seen his father like this; never had Thranduil ever treated him with such obvious
disdain. Aduil, the chief war advisor abruptly stood and walked over to the prince. He
leaned down and whispered into Legolas' ear.
"Come prince." He said softly, but firmly. Then he took Legolas' hand, and led the little
boy out of the dining hall. Legolas offered no resistance. In reality, he was barely even
there.
~End Flashback~
Arwen had paused her attendance of his face half way through the story, and was looking
at him sadly.
"I thought it was just a mood; a phase. But Ada never went back to normal. I know she's
the one doing this to him, and she just kept going further and further. She convinced him
that I was too wild and Ada forbade me from leaving the palace to explore the woods.
She's using some kind of magic on him. I know it because now he acts that way even
when she isn't with him. Still, she didn't want to come to Rivendell with us. I don't think
she wants to be in the public scene for now." Legolas paused here, and assumed a grim
smile before continuing.
"I had hoped that being this far away from her might free him from the enchantment, but
we shall have to see." Arwen sighed and placed her arm on his shoulder.
"I'm so sorr-" Arwen paused mid-sentence and turned towards the door. Her sharp ears
had caught the soft padding of boots in the hallway. Legolas followed her lead and
listened just long enough to hear the steps himself.
"Do you think that could be my Ada?" Legolas whispered softly.
"I don't know, but even if it isn't, it sounds like the party is over for tonight, I should go."
Arwen surmised. Listening again, she head the footsteps approach the main entrance to
the room and pass by without a single break in stride.
"Do you hear anything anymore?" she asked Legolas. He paused to listen, then shook his
head.
"Go now, and if someone sees you, act natural. Chances are they won't know who's
room this is, and if anyone does recognize you, they'll probably have too big of a
hangover in the morning to remember." Legolas opened the door, and glanced out. He
motioned, and she started out of the room. Just as she crossed the threshold, he grabbed
her arm, and spoke without hesitation.
"Will you meet me again tomorrow?" He asked quickly.
"I have lessons with Glorfindel." She replied. He frowned, and relaxed his grip. She
started to walk towards the deserted hallway that had been the scene of the earlier fight,
when suddenly she spun on her heel and ran back to him.
"I'll meet you there in that hallway. Come right after the morning feast." She said. He
grinned, and nodded happily. She paused, and gently reached up to touch the scar on his
forehead. She narrowed her eyes, as though she could will it away if only her focus was
great enough. The sound of more footsteps broke her concentration, and turning, she
raced off into the abandoned hallway.
Arwen ran through the corridor with all the speed she could muster. She knew that her
father would not leave the party until all of the guests had retired, but she was still not
going to take her time. When she arrived at her father's room, the rest of her family was
already there.
"So, my little Evenstar, you have finally decided to join us." Elrond said with a smile. He
was sitting in a great chair set in front of the warm fireplace. Celebrían was seated on the
arm of the chair, and both of her brothers were on the floor beside the fire. Arwen walked
over to her father and sat on his lap.
"How was your night dearest one? Not boring I hope." Celebrían said with a gentle smile.
"It was not. I had the most fun ever with my new friend!" Arwen said excitedly. Pausing
and realizing that she had mentioned Legolas when she shouldn't have she added, "That
is, my new friend Jamill."
"Arwen, what's this?" her father asked, reaching down to better see a spot on the front of
her dress. Arwen gasped, for the spot was a smear of red blood, dried brown.
'It must be from when I dragged Legolas to his room. That cut on his forehead was
bleeding pretty badly.' She thought.
"Oh, this?" she said, looking at the opposite wall. "Well, um my friend, Jamill, that's his
blood. We were playing outside and he fell and scraped his knee. I went to get water, and
so I just dampened the end of my dress. Then I wiped the blood off. It was just a scraped
knee though, nothing serious." Arwen hoped the story wasn't too far- fetched, but to her
immense relief, her father seemed to believe her.
"So that Jamill boy fell did he?" Elrond's face lit in an amused smile. "Are there any
craters on the premises I should know about?" he said with a chuckle. Both twins
snickered, and Arwen heard herself giggle softly.
"Elrond Peredhil!" Celebrían frowned. "I would expect better from you, you're a bad
influence on the children. Now I know that you think this Jamill is very funny because he
was raised among dwarves, but think about how he feels. I'm sure as a child he was
teased about his size by the little dwarves. Think about how much he might have been
picked on." She scolded.
"Yes mother. I'm sure he has been a victim all his life. I'd get teased too if I was Arwen's
age and 5'4 with arms bigger than a cave troll's." Elrohir remarked sarcastically. Arwen
and her father laughed, and Celebrían just rolled her eyes. Suddenly Elrond stood, taking
Arwen into his arms.
"I think it is time for someone to go to bed." He said. Arwen yawned and nodded at him.
"Anyway, you'll need your rest if you want to play with that boy after lessons." Elrond
added softly.
'Right,' Arwen thought dreamily 'THAT boy, AFTER lessons' and with that she leaned
onto her father's shoulder, and fell into the confines of her dreams.
Weee! God this post is long like a mother! But I felt I owed it to anyone who is still reading this ficcy since I don't update for like years at a time. Anyway, now you know why Thranduil is vicious. I hope you like it, Plz R&R! Elrond is a little giggly in this chapter, but Elvish wine is strong, and I figure he was a much happier person period when Celebrían was with him. Also, does anyone know Sindarian for mother? Thanks! -J.P.
Hana: No, he didn't like Hobbits very much, but you're right. He needs a good reason to be mean to Legolas. Hope a scapegoat works for you. (: j/k, Kestra has a part to play in the future.
Nancy: OOO, thanks! I'll keep up the writing if you keep up the reading.
Saraclya Tel'Quessir: Glad you like it! You've written so many good L/A fics though I don't think I'm worthy. I like Legolas' eyes though, don't you?
creepysaxgirl13: I'm glad you love Chibis too!
Hello: Hi, I like your name, very cool. I want to see how they grow up too! Hopefully together, the only thing is when they grow up I have to deal with a certain hormone driven heir of Isildur.
SpiritofFire: I adore them too! So much fun to read.
WinterRose: I'm glad you like it! I like L/A ficcys too. (:
Shinigami29: Georgia you ho.
Megz: You never asked! :p
stylin*bebe: Glad you liked it, glad you reviewed it. I'm just one happy person!
Georgia: I feel this story is a big step towards making China a better place for the common people.
Georgia again: GG you're so much fun. I wish everyone reviewed twice!
Somnus: Poor Thrandy, why am I so mean to him? Oh well, don't worry Leggy's got to have some reason to kick the wench out of his home.
Julie Jewelrannah: Thankies!! You guys rock the boat!
Jessie-Greenleaf: Jessie! YAY! Must play Turbotax Deluxe.
Megz: All ya need is love love .and some good reviews.
Pishymishy: I am glad you like it. You sound wise and insightful, which makes me feel grateful that you like my fic.
Superpoodle: Don't worry folks its just Georgia again. (;
Jessie-Greenleaf: Aren't big words fun?
strawberries rule~ : I love strawberries! And yes, it is a curious think this story.
Kukabura: Thranduil certainly hasn't proved to be the most gracious host in the past. I tried your idea about starting a new line for dialogue, but I think I did it wrong. I'm suck an idiot. I'm glad this story is better than you thought! (Must work on summary) lol