What do you think of the new title? Hopefully this story will take off soon and I hope reveiws will follow. Disclaimer is the same. If you so wish to flame me, go right ahead. It is rather cold this time of year and a warm fire would be lovely. BTW, if anyone reads this, I can't get my words to itialize and bold anymore. Can you help? Thanks.

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Poztcardz205pean: Thank you for your review. You can suggest all you want, I think it is very decent when people do it in a non-rude way like you did. All I can say right now is..... all will be revealed in time! I know you don't want to hear that right now but if you keep reading, you'll get it!

yours truley: Thank you, I will try!

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~*Chapter 2*~

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"I don't believe her." Legolas muttered in quick Elvish tounge as he stomped through the marble halls of the palace. "There I was saving Middle Earth and all she can think about was a silly meeting in the glen. I don't even remember what I wanted to talk to her about. She is impossible!"

"Who is impossible Legolas?" Legolas snapped his head up to come eye to eye with his father, who was apparently showing the fellowship around the grounds. Out of surprise, Legolas did not answer promptly so Thurdail asked agian. "Who is impossible Legolas?"

"Cook Gotdlia. She was fussing on how thin I was and how I need to eat more." Legolas smoothly lied. This should be an easy alibi to keep since the palace's head cook Gotdlia did indeed fuss constantly on how thin Legolas was. Legolas assumed it was because he was built like a soilder and did not weigh four hundred pounds like her son Doighna did. What an annoying creature that one was indeed, the cook included.

Thurdail cocked an eyebrow up at his son and gave him a look over. It was as if he believed that Legolas was hiding something. Legolas maintained an innocent face that ultimately pleased his father.

"Yes, of course Legolas. Gotdlia does seem to enjoy fussing at you. Come. I am giving your companions a grand tour of the grounds. I had wanted you to do it; but since you managed to disappear, I had to do it myself." He stole another glance at his son as they proceeded down the gilded hallway. Legolas answered somewhat truthfully. "Since I was gone for many seasons, I had begun to miss my home. I simply went to get some air and to revisit my roots." It was not a lie. He had gone to see his roots in the back of a dirty pub down the street.

Legolas could feel Gandalf's buring, curious glare in the back of his head. He could see through Legolas' lies even if his father couldn't.

"There is to be a ball tonight in honor of the success of the Fellowship." Thurdial announced. Legolas did not even bother to hide his disgust on the mention of a ball. He detested the blasted things. For all he cared they could hide away in the deepest hole of hell and burn.

"It is to be a very memorable and important night for all of us." He continued as he glared sharply at Legolas. "Especially for you son."

Legloas faced his father and matched his glare even though his tone was forced kindness. "And why is that Ada?" Thurdial did not answer. Instead, he gave his son a very mysterious smile that in no way comforted Legolas.

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"Damn. Blasted. Boffing. Ball." With each fustrated sound, an arrow hit its mark on a target. As everyone else prepared for the ball, Legolas retired to his private quarters of the palace. He quickly gathered his bow and quiver and went to the gardens below his balcony to fend of his stress and discomfort.

This was not how he planned to spend his homecoming. He planned on having all of his friends there, not fighting, and having a couple of drinks at the pub. Not traipsing around a ball like a damned prized trophy.

"Trouble my elvin friend?" He heard Gimli ask. He knew Gimli was there. He had been for the past five minutes. Legolas could hear the dwarf's breathing a mile away. He turned to face his friend. "Gimli. Throughout the ordeal with the ring, we have become close friends have we not?" The dwarf nodded his head. "If that is so," Legolas continued. "Then let me ask you this. Have you ever stopped to look at your life, then come to realize that it could not possibly be yours?" "I'm not sure I follow Legolas." Gimli said confused by Legolas'

question.

Legolas began to pace the grassed yard. "I mean that when you were younger, didn't you have some kind of idea of what your adult life would be like? Did you ever wonder about what you would do, who would be your mate, things like that?" "Yes. I believe everyone does when they are children. It gives them a sense of character I believe." Gimli answered as he watched Legolas pace. "However," He continued. "life does not always go as you plan. Even when things go wrong, you have to take them in stride and, if possible, make them worthwhile."

Legolas stopped his steps and looked at his friend. "Your right Gimli. Your exactly right. I shouldn't work myself up over not remembering a simple meeting or being fustrated with my regal father and his expectations. Thank you dwarf." "You are welcome elf."

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After he had his discussion with Gimli, he raced to prepare for the ball, which he still did not want to attend. He dressed in elegant black leggings and a white silk tunic. He was the last of the Fellowship to come to the entrance doors before thier grand entrance of honor.

"Is there something bothering you Legolas Greenleaf?" Gandalf softly asked the elf as he adjusted the royal golden circlet upon his head. "Of course not Gandalf. Why would there?" Legolas continued his struggle with the golden pain as he made sure not to look the wizard in the eyes. Gandalf noticed this. "I have my reasons." Legoals' eyes cut over to look at the sly wizard as the doors were opened before them.

"I give you with great pride: `The Fellowship of the Ring.'" A voice boomed across the massive room. Every eye was upon the eight as they made their way to the head table. As they passed the rows of people, the citizens bowed lowly in deep respect and honor. When they reached the table, they were seated with the king. The festivities had begun.

Legolas immediately began to look for his friends in the sea of people. They always attended these soirees and felt the same way as him about them. A flash of brown hair caught his eye in the far corner.

He saw Jatilin and Xavier talking with Zara. Legolas did not expect Zara to show after the words she spoke to him earlier. Nevertheless, she was here. She was dressed in a deep crimson off-shoulder gown. The cuffs of the sleeves that were midway up on her arms each had two flowing crimson scarves attached to them. The entire ensemble was trimmed in black lace and a black leather rope chain was on her neck with a silver elvin star charm. She looked beautiful. There was already a half empty glass of champagne in her hand, and she was drinking it quickly.

Legolas knew Zara could hold alcohol very well, but it was not proper for ladies to drink so heavily. He watched her drown the glass and reach for another that was on a platter a servant was walking around with. Arwen noticed where Legolas was looking. She leaned over to him and whispered in his ear. "Is it just me, or does Zara look like she wishes to be drunk before the first dance begins?" "I'm not sure, but that is what it seems like."

He watched his three elvin friends laugh at something Jatlin had pointed at and Zara had lightly hit his arm. He glanced around to see that everyone was beginning to remove themselves from the table to mingle with the others.

Legolas quickly followed suit to both get away from Gandalf before he could dig deeper into Legolas' perosnal life, and to finally talk to his friends without the risk of getting caught in the worst place in town.

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I know the ending of this chapter was a little rocky but if I went on with the ball, it would be one long ass chapter. Forgive me. Please reveiw. Reivews are like candy and flames are like firewood. Both are pretty welcome! TraSh1 :-D