We come to it at last, and I mean at last! Even I've been exasperated with how long this chapter has taken to write. This chapter I would I like to stress was ready for posting on Wednesday, but no, I couldn't post it because of 'recent infractions'. Remember that. If I'm late with posting and don't tell you there's going to be a delay, it's because I'm not allowed to. Fascists. Anyway, you all seemed very taken with my rant, and all I can say is don't dip white chocolate in you tea, it makes for some very hyperactive behaviour. Ahem… Oh look… Greg Rusedski's been cleared of doping offences. Goody, another fun summer of Wimbledon disappointment to look forward to. Oh, and I got an A on my Politics exam, one more step to world domination. Mwahahahaha. I've got to stop writing down whatever comes into my head. Right, no random rants, this is the last chapter of a very draining story. I'm not entirely sure how it turned out this way, I had a vague idea for an angst fic and it transformed into this. Yeesh. Anyway, it's been a great ride and all your reviews have been wonderful, so thanks everyone.

Oh and the song lyrics are by Will Young, who you might remember from World Idol or whatever that nonsense Christmas day programme it was. I'd like to make it plain that he does not have a mullet and is not a wanker. He laughed through the results because: 1. He's moved on since Pop Idol. 2. He could see what a farce it was. 3. The confused look on Ms Clarkson's face when the hobbit beat her every time was hysterical.

I've said my peace.  

Chapter Twenty-one: Technicalities

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You run, you run

But this ain't livin

You wish you could go back

And begin it, all over

But it's over

You fight, you fight

You just keep saying

You'll feel better come sooner or later

In no time

It's been a long time

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It was dawn. Or was it dusk? For a moment Legolas couldn't remember.

It was dawn.

It could have been midday such was the thick blanket of cloud that hung over Rivendell. There was a low grumble of thunder and the rain lashed down disapprovingly. It had rained all night. He knew that because he had not slept a wink. It was still quite dark; light enough to see exactly where one was going but murky enough for adequate cover. The elf wasn't sneaking; his presence near the dungeons at this hour would not raise an eyebrow. Estel was. He wasn't supposed to even know where they were. He did, of course. Such underestimations worked in their advantage. He was meeting the human near the cells rather than going there together, it was easier to go unnoticed this way.

Legolas moved swiftly and without a sound, as all elves did. The rain streamed down his hood and occasionally clung to the end of his nose, hanging like thawing icicles in spring. His keen blue eyes sparkled apprehensively in the gloom. This was no morning to be outside. They should be in their beds or gathered around a roaring fire drinking tea and sharing stories, not waiting in a storm.

Waiting for what?

This was the biggest mistake he'd ever made. He knew it already. His stomach knotted and now that he thought about it, he couldn't remember how he'd ever agreed to it. Estel was very persuasive. Or it was a good idea. Elves were not known for their indecisiveness but it seemed to have become a trait of his lately. He had been decisive. He'd agreed. Why?

He approached the entrance that was hidden at the back of the halls. It wasn't hidden, just unspecified. Not mentioned. It didn't need to be, Rivendell was a haven and rarely had prisoners. An intricate labyrinth of cells with guards and bars and imposing gates served its purpose in Mirkwood, Raenir was the only prisoner, two guards were all that was necessary. Necessary. This meeting was not necessary.

A shadowy figure emerged from behind a tree, cloak soaked in the downpour, the bases of the trunks surrounded by mist.

"You're early." Legolas said quietly.

"As are you." Estel replied, his breath fogging like a boiling kettle. His voice was shaky, nervous, and the elf frowned.

"Sleep well?"

"I didn't even try." He murmured. "I've been trying to work out what to say to him."

"You don't need to do this." Legolas tried once more.

"I do. You cannot dissuade me now."

The fair being watched him, his face was hard and eyes determined. He sighed inwardly. "Wait here, I will send the guards away, but they will not be gone long. When they are out of sight, make your way in - if you feel you can face him."

"I can."

Legolas nodded, and disappeared out of sight. Walking down the candlelit tunnel, he looked at his hands, lost in thought until he turned the corner to the first gates. One of the guards, Tithrandil, stood tall and alert, his dark brown hair plaited formally.

"Prince Legolas," He acknowledged. "It is barely dawn."

"I know, but I wish to speak to him alone. You must be hungry, take Legaramir and get some breakfast."

"The prisoner is asleep." The elf replied, a little unsure at the prince's order.

"Then I shall wake him." He said irritably.

Tithrandil held his gaze, before reluctantly bowing and opening the gate to let him in. "Come Legaramir, Prince Legolas has graciously volunteered to take watch while we get some breakfast." His voice was hesitant but trusting, and placed the cool set of keys in his palm.

Legolas observed their exit, watching their shadows lengthen then disappear into the bleak morning light. Leaving the gate open, he made his way slowly down the passage, his footsteps were silent to a man's ear but to his own heightened senses, the scrape of his sole against the stone floor was deafening. He wondered if he was more nervous than Estel. He stopped and his eyes settled on the sleeping form of Raenir. Two torches burned brightly in the basic cell, they were not worried about a suicide attempt. He was not that selfless. And there was no advantage to be had by setting anything in there alight for he would be the only one not to escape. Like he said, Raenir was not that selfless.

The elf did not wish to see him again so soon. The hair on the back of his neck stood on end like it always did down here, an anger growing in his heart and his face darkened. He would at least give him a rude awakening this morning. Opening the barred door, the hinges squeaked loudly, the sound echoing in the underground prison, but didn't wake him. He looked down at the sleeping man huddled underneath a thick blanket; his greasy black locks hid his hateful face.

"Get up!" He growled angrily, shaking his shoulder roughly and pulling the covers away.

Raenir woke with a start and sat up wearily. "Morning handsome." He sneered with his usual infuriating smirk.

"Listen to me," He hissed, pinning him to the ground. "You will not play the stupid games you insist upon today. You will not mock, provoke or goad in your normal charming manner, nor will you even look at him too long."

"What are you talking about, elf?" The human asked. "Oh." His smile returned. "Now this I did not expect…" He peered underneath the blond figure's arm to see Estel standing in the doorway. "Couldn't keep away, little one?"

Estel's face hardened, a mixture of fear and hate. If anger were there too, then it would be a very dangerous mix. "Something like that." He said simply.

He stepped forward into the cell, his wet boots leaving footprints and the flickering flames of the torches lit up his face. The scar on his cheek had reddened in the cold and his teeth chattered as he pulled the sopping hood down. His dark hair was damp and uncombed, tucked behind his ears with little care. Legolas caught his eye and nodded unwillingly, shooting the prisoner a warning look before leaving them alone. He did not go far, just out of sight but within listening range. He couldn't understand why Estel had so vehemently insisted upon being alone. Once again he had worn him down. He was too good at that.

"I must commend the elves on their hospitality, it is by far the nicest imprisonment I've ever experienced." Raenir said dryly.

The young human paced past the shackled Raenir, suppressing the urge to cry. "So, you have been imprisoned before, for the same crime or was it a step up for you?" His voice had come out cold and stern. It was unexpected, but worked better than frightened and angry, which was how he really felt.

"I do not answer to the law and neither do I work in that circle. Your friends can hunt for my past but they will find nothing."

"Then what circle do you work in?"

He sniggered. "Is this why you're here? To ask the same questions as your so-called family? You will get the same answer. It is not your business. Say what you came to speak or go for I am growing tired of your company. Your brothers were so much more fun."

"In what sense?"

"They are bad at concealing their anger. I made one of them cry just yesterday." Raenir cackled and Estel clenched his jaw, his fear rapidly being replaced by an overwhelming rage. "If I had known elves were that much fun, we would have abducted them and left you behind."

"Why didn't you? Why me and Legolas?"

"We didn't want your blond escort, he was in the wrong place at the wrong time you might say."

Estel stopped a few feet away from the older human, his feet scraping quietly as he turned to face him directly. "Why me then?"

Raenir grinned. It was a knowing smile and his eyes twinkled in the dim light. "It must be frustrating being the only one who doesn't know the truth about you."

"What truth?" He growled.

He laughed once more. "Your wounds have healed well, the ones I can see at least."

"My wounds are not your business. Any of them." The boy seethed.

"Oh, little Estel, do not be so shy now, you never were before."

He didn't speak, nor move, but he flinched.

"Oh sorry, have I hit upon a sore spot?"

"Why do you insist upon speaking those untruths?" His voice was no longer firm, but ragged.

"Untruths? I speak of what I saw, you hide behind the innocence of your age but you cannot fool me."

"Innocence? Your friend stripped me of that. With that he stole my dignity and my happiness. Then you come when I thought it was over and try to inflict the same ill once more." A tear rolled down his cheek, and he bit his lip twitchily.

"He took nothing you didn't offer." He spat, his face creasing into a disgusted sneer. "And I would not touch you, I threatened you to see the fear in those big eyes, Carinyc scared you and I wanted you to be as afraid of me as you were of him. Men have simple pleasures, boy, you'll learn that soon enough. He liked to scare people, realise their worst fear and make them live it; that one moment of blind terror is enough for me. That surge of adrenaline is all I want."

Estel watched him for a moment, anger pumping through his veins, his fists clenched so tightly his hands ached and his fingernails dug painfully into his skin. Wincing slightly, he opened his hand and watched a few drops of blood trickle from small slits in his palm. It seeped into the creases, spreading over his skin like a scarlet flood across a parched desert. He gawped at it, mesmerised for a moment. The lit torch crackled in the draught, and the wind suddenly came howling down the passage, blowing his drying locks into his face. There was a chill that he had not felt before now which snapped him back to reality.

The younger human turned his attention back to his shackled tormentor, and his silver eyes shone, as uplifting and magical as the moon in a clear night's sky. It was a superficial glistening, like sunshine in mid winter. They darkened, threatening, like storm clouds or black ice, softened with a light smoky glaze. They were like fog, comforting and placid but with hidden dangers. Not malicious dangers, but unseen, veiled hazards were more perilous than visible vicious ones.

"So, you have had your fun, seen that fear… why do you insist on tormenting my family now?"

Raenir leant forward, the chains rattling loudly as he moved. "Because of this disgusting pretence of you and your so-called family. Because they are elves and have no right to claim you. You do not belong here. Not in this place. But do not think that in that my grievance does not also lie with you. You are why I am here. I hate who you are and what you could be. I will not let you destroy us."

"And what am I to become? How could I destroy you?" Estel bubbled with apprehension and anger.

"The scourge of mankind." He said simply, cryptically, a smile returning to his face. "An opinion only perhaps, but I am not the only one who holds it."

"What do you mean? I am only one person, a scourge on no one. I do not understand." His voice shook with confusion and his vulnerability rose.

The older figure sniggered.

"Who am I?"

"It is not my place to tell. Ask those filthy elves."

"No! You tell me! You have terrified me, mocked me, insulted my family, inflicted so much pain that I can barely bring myself to look at you, and now you will listen to me and answer my questions!" He cried crossly.

"I do not take orders from the likes of you!"

"You are in no position to refuse me. You will be in this cell until you die a lonely old man while I will, according to you, be blighting mankind. I will give you a moment to think about that, or perhaps a month or a year or a decade…" The boy hissed, kneeling in front of the bearded human.

"You are coming a little close, young Estel…" His voice was low, husky, mocking. "Miss Carinyc's touch, do you?"

His eyes widened, and a shadow seemed to cross his young face, his formerly kind grey eyes were now almost ebony in colour, bringing out the flecks of green that glinted furiously. Estel's arm shot up, his hand clamping over Raenir's mouth firmly.

"You spit more venom than the spiders of Mirkwood!" He growled.

Raenir shifted, and squirmed out of the raging child's grasp, and Estel's hand slid down, leaving a scarlet smear from his bloody hand on the man's throat.

"And I will haunt your steps in any way I can until death takes me. It is the only pleasure I suppose I can enjoy now."

Legolas bit his lip, fighting his own instincts to intervene. Estel would have called if he couldn't take it any longer, the elf reasoned unconvincingly. One more minute. He was still in control. If he stopped him now then things may remain unresolved. Raenir had come close to telling Estel his true identity, but the fair being knew he wouldn't. He enjoyed playing games too much.

"…If you will speak only lies and poison, then I will silence you and you will listen to me for a change." The elf heard his friend cry.

There was no answer.

"I am no man's bane. I simply wanted to live my life in peace, explore the lands, learn the wisdom of my foster father, maybe one day have a family… but you and he stole that. You are a coward and a villain, with a mind of malice. Evil hands to go with your evil thoughts. You took my innocence, pushed aside my childhood but I will not let you rob the rest of my days. The only scourge I will become is yours, I will make you watch me grow old and happy, you will listen to me for once and I will not have to suffer your empty words. I will not listen. You cannot touch me anymore, I am alive and I shall remind you of that fact until your days grow unbearably long and you beg me to put you out of your misery. And do you know what I will do? I would resist the temptation to watch you die slowly, wrinkled and alone, but rather put a sword to your throat and do as you pleaded, because by then I would have found it in myself to forgive you."

That was enough for Legolas, and he moved toward the cell.

He froze.

Estel glanced back at him, a slim smile on his face as if a weight had been lifted. Slightly puzzled by the elf's expression, he turned back to look at Raenir, and gasped. His hand recoiled jumpily, heart thudding painfully hard. His stunned gaze trailed down and settled upon his handprint on the human's neck. Legolas had joined his side but he hadn't noticed. Meeting the older man's cold stare once more, Estel's eyes met with lifeless ones. Clambering to his feet, he tried to speak but the words struggled to come out.

"What have I done?" He managed, before he turned to run.

Legolas leapt up to pursue him, his feet padding against the damp stone floor until he reached the opening of the passageway and his fair features were dulled by the overcast morning. Following the fleeing youngster down the path, his stride squelching and splashing in the waterlogged path, the lingering fog made it difficult to keep track of Estel, and he screeched to a halt, just managing to avoid crashing into the returning guards.

"Did Estel pass you?" He asked frantically.

"Estel, my Lord? No-"

"He must have!"

"We neither saw or heard anyone, this weather could conceal an oliphaunt though. Has something happened-"  

The elven prince ignored him, and sprinted away. "Estel!" He cried loudly but met no reply.

The days moved slowly, cold and stormy. Four nights passed and there was still no sign of Estel. Search parties had scoured the whole of Rivendell and the borders with no joy. The only anger at Raenir's death was that they had not inflicted it themselves. Everyone's concern lay with the young human, and his safety in the wilds. That's where most thought he had fled to, he had to have left the valley otherwise he would have long been found. Nights were the worst. It was in those long hours where the search became almost impossible and anxiety was at its highest. No one was happy with Legolas and they didn't hide it. Harsh words were spoken but not shouted, and they searched side by side. It wasn't the same anger as before, there was no hatred or real blame, just disapproval.

Dusk had long set for the fifth night, and the small party of elves returned to the halls, exhausted and downhearted. They had been gone two days and had reluctantly returned for a few hours rest. Lord Elrond and Legolas lingered at the back of the group, and stood on the stone steps, the icy sheets of rain soaking their already lank locks. They had been searching relentlessly since the Mirkwood elf had raised the alarm and had to be dragged back home. There was a dirty smudge across the younger being's cheek and their clothes were clogged with mud.

"It feels wrong to rest while he is out there alone in this weather." Elrond murmured. "The stars will stay veiled while Estel is absent from his home."

Legolas gazed up at the black sky, the moon hidden above the unbroken ceiling of rain cloud. It was true, the weather had been as miserable as Rivendell was.

"We will set out once more at dawn. Rest and recover your strength, I fear it will take a great effort to find him."

He nodded sadly.

"And do not let your heart sink to the depths, we will see Estel again."

A few hours passed, and Legolas lay in an uneasy slumber. His blond hair stuck to his face, damp and grimy from his days spent in the elements and dirt stubbornly clung to the creases of his skin. He awoke restlessly, unable to stay in one place any longer and dressed hurriedly. Moving silently along the darkened corridor, his limbs ached but eyes stayed wide and alert. The halls were silent, which was normal for the middle of the night, but eerily deserted. The party he had accompanied back was only a dozen strong and the majority of the servants and maids had joined the hunt. Trotting noiselessly down the staircase, he headed swiftly to the large wooden doors. Pausing, he glanced to the left and noticed the door to the Hall of Fire was open a crack.

Legolas poked his head around the door, expecting to find Lord Elrond sitting by the fireplace, unable to sleep either, but it was empty. He slipped back out, but a slight movement caught his eye and he entered cautiously, his hand resting on the hilt of his sword. His keen eyes darted around the room, and another pair of eyes blinked back. The elf's heart skipped a beat, and his sombre spirits suddenly lifted. In the shadows he stood, unsmiling, bedraggled, one arm supported by the other. He was filthy; his boots were caked in mud, and the rest of his clothes were grubby. His hair hung limply in greasy curls, and despite the warmth of the fire's glow, his skin looked pale and sickly, a film of sweat coated his forehead. The dim light made his face gaunt and his eyes were nervous, flickering around the as if he were looking for the nearest exit. His sleeve was especially stained, blood perhaps; the elf suspected he was wounded from the way he held his arm.

"We have been searching for days, my friend."

"I know. I have been running from you all for days. The whole of Rivendell is out there… except you. Do you think they searched this hard for us, or is the price on a murderer's head higher?"

There was no humour on his voice, but Legolas couldn't help but laugh. An uncomfortable chuckle. Or relieved. Maybe it was because the situation was so unthinkable that it was funny. Or that if the past months hadn't been so dire then Estel would have made the same kind of comment to make him laugh. Nevertheless, that short snigger that had escaped so ungracefully from his mouth had hurt his young friend. 

"I have never fitted in here, how could I? Elves lead peaceful lives; they do not chart the years, nor engage in such drama. I have brought nothing but chaos and shame since I arrived." As he spoke, Estel's gaze shifted to the floor and he leant against the wall, turning away from the blond elf. "A project… hobby, that is what everyone called me when I first came here, it is what most think when they first hear of me. I cried at first, they were probably the first elvish words I learnt, and then I fought back. I didn't want to be here, I was different and they made sure I knew it. Their dislike and disapproval changed when the dreams came; suddenly they pitied me, a disturbed child who needed help. Maybe I did. Maybe I do now. The label faded away when I learnt to hide it better. A week ago they pitied me again or thought I was damaged goods. Now I am a murderer, a ruthless killer…" He trailed off and hall became silent but for the quiet crackle of the fire.

"Are you?" Legolas asked warily, his tone questioning but soft. "Did you plan to kill him? Is that why you wanted to meet him again?"

Estel turned to face the elf once more, the tears welling in his eyes sparkled and his lip quivered. "I did not even know my hand was on his throat."

He nodded. "That is what I thought. That's why I have confessed to killing him myself." The elf murmured.

He stared at the tall being for a moment, shocked and bewildered and shook his head. "I don't understand. I would not have you bear that burden, I killed him not you. Why would you try and take the blame? I am a murderer!"

"Call it a repayment of kindness if you will, but that is not why I did it. I did it because I do not believe you to be a ruthless killer." He explained calmly, moving closer.

"I killed a defenceless man. That makes me a murderer."

Legolas frowned, and took Estel's hands in his. They were freezing and trembled a little, the small scabs on his palms grated against the elf's soft fingers. The human pulled away, but he held them tighter instead, and looked up into his eyes.

"Look at your hands – there is no blood upon them." He replied earnestly.

"There is death and malice."

"These hands," He murmured, kissing his knuckles gently. "Are not the hands of a murderer. They are the hands of a child, a scared, angry child with so much bottled up emotion that I am surprised you haven't burst. They inflicted death, yes, but not with malice. I do not believe there to be a nasty bone in your body, Estel."

He shifted uncomfortably, and bit his lip. "How can there not be?"

"I heard you in that cell, you told him you would show mercy and find it within yourself to forgive him. That is more than most could do; even in your fury there is kindness there. That's what convinces me."

"You seem to be forgetting that I was strangling him as I said those words."

Legolas looked up at him and no matter how hard he tried, he could not stop an amused smile creeping across his fair face. Estel cocked an eyebrow, he had meant it seriously, but the elf giggled nonetheless. The human watched him laugh for a few moments, and felt a smile returning to his lips. It was a strange feeling. A forgotten sensation.

"Merely a technicality." The elf smirked.

"A rather large one." He reasoned.

"Merely a rather large technicality then."

Estel snorted and pulled Legolas into a hug. "Thank you." He murmured.

He tensed. There was someone else in the room. Breaking apart from the fair elf, he gulped nervously. He knew who it was. Lord Elrond stood in the doorway; he looked on the verge of tears, a quivering smile, relieved and apprehensive. The boy's heart raced, and he took a couple of steps toward him.

"Forgive me, father." His voice was barely audible.

A tear rolled down the ebony haired elf's cheek and he shook his head. With that, Estel's heart sank painfully; he looked to the floor, hiding the falling tears. A shadow fell upon him, and the soft palm of his father guided his head up. There was a sincere, comforting smile on his ageless face.

"There is nothing to forgive."

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You believe you're not good enough

It fills your mind

Plays

It's in the way of you and I

I'd say a thousand times

I know you're one of a kind

Will Young, Very Kind

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The End.

A bit too fluffy for my liking, but feh. There will be a sequel, I've already planned two stories to go with this so keep your eye out for them, I'll give a brief summary after the reviews.

Tmelange – it was a bit out of character, but I know I've blerted out something when I was upset… this had a point to it, I'm sure it did. Oh crap. Ummm… thanks for all your reviews! *Scratches head* Hmm…

BabeyRachey – It's here, eventually. You wouldn't know how hard it was to write the Raenir/Estel scene. Almost impossible, I think the rest of the chapter took about two hours to write, that scene took almost a month. Hope you enjoyed it.

Isadora2 – Aha! I think I've found my first political follower… apart from that strange cult I made up last summer. Last time I heard from them was when I told them the apocalypse was upon us and they were heading to Tower Bridge to sacrifice themselves…ho hum…

Trustingfriendship – Well, Elladan's a bastard. Yup. Utter wanker with a big mouth. Oh wait… that's Colon Powell. Easy mistake to make.

Rae George – Huzzah! That saying is so damn addictive… where's our PotC dvd? Stop talking to yourself, Alice. Aargh! The voices in my head won't shut up! Memo to self: Mental. Hospital.

Dragonfly – How can you not know what bollocks is? Tut. It's in the dictionary man! Oh and the superbowl thing – who would trust a 23 year old man to do that routine? Even I'd be tempted to rip it off for the hell of it!

Leggylover03 – They don't hate Elladan, they were just angry that's all. They're all very protective to Estel and he screwed up.

Grumpy – my fingers are typing! Wait, my fingers are orange. How alarming! Curious. Of course I didn't watch the superbowl, just the news reports afterwards. I couldn't even tell you what sport it was. Did you kill the snow plough man? We just have a gritter that sprays stones at unsuspecting pedestrians…grumble.

Rangergirl – My rants are just strange. It's a mix of exhaustion and slight hysteria at finishing a chapter. Must get some pills for that… oh and *cough* Estel did do it… it was always the plan. It made for some more angst didn't it? And I know how much you all need your fix of angst or you wouldn't be coming back for more would you?!

Vampy2k – Aaw, thank you! Any chance you're related to the Cheeky Girls? Just wondering. If you're not English then you probably won't have a clue what I'm talking about. Hell, even I don't know what I'm talking about.

TigerLily713 – Oh I'm sorry, I thought you said more angst. Apologies. Meheh. My next story will have no angst in it, I swear. The one after however… all I can say is you ain't seen nuffin yet.

Redwood1 – Both stories? In one go? Damn, you're a braver man than me, I can't even remember what happened in the first one, or what happened two chapters ago. Hee, who says I'm not a true writer?

Astievia – Am I really as I seem? Now I feel like a shady character from a dodgy cop show. Yes I am as I seem, sarcastic, random and ever so slightly hysterical at times. And yes, I do have friends thank you. And no, I'm not banquo… LotR won 11 oscars, and it's cool, your first review didn't offend me, just confused me a tad. I recommend reading the news though…

Kaimee is me – I am doing a sequel, I hadn't planned on going into Carinyc's past, but you've given me an idea. I'm going chronologically through his live and he goes to Gondor in his late twenties I think, so… thanks for the idea!

Elven-star-of-gold – The violence isn't to everyone's taste I know… my family keeps trying to read this but I won't let them! Only the sister knows where to find it and she has no interest in it, which suits me fine! The next story has no violence, it's just going to be a bit silly cos I think we all need it.

Sim1 – You poor Americans! No Ned Kelly?! It was barely released here but I've rented the dvd since. Damn, that's cruel. Orli's accent's hysterical, the film isn't exactly cheerful though. I mean what was Gigli? Was it even released here, I can't remember! Then again they didn't release Hypnotic with Luka from ER here when it was bloody based in London. Grr. I was going to say, that spring has arrived and the sun is shining, but it hasn't, and it's cloudy. Hmm… Btw, this isn't torture, your review was too funny, thank you!

Evee3102 – Do you know that I got your review like 150 times in my inbox? Hee. I just read my rant and damn… I sound like I'm on crack. "Football" doesn't bother me as much as baseball, I mean what is that? It's so slow that I thought the game was over after two guys swung and missed the ball, but it just carried on. Eh? I'm fond of ice hockey though, the fights are great. I have many twists and turns, torture is a hobby of mine. I'm honestly not on crack. At least I think so…

Dudee – Sorry, I knew there would be one I made cry. I won't do it again or they'll my ff.net account. Again.

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Next story: Untitled.

The years have passed swiftly, Legolas left Rivendell that spring and hasn't returned since. The formal life of Mirkwood is driving the prince mad, but with the unexpected arrival of an old friend who brings chaos wherever he goes, can the elven kingdom cope with such mayhem? 

One last thanks to all the top chaps and charming chickadees who have reviewed over the past months!