Disclaimer: I own my fuzzy pencil and my notebook which I write this in. And I made Ankara. Everyone else belongs to J. R. R. Tolkien. But I'll hope you knew that. If you didn't, call me. I'll get you help.



"So what now?" Ankara asked.

"We eat, I guess," Legolas replied. After a skeptical look from Ankara he added, "Hey! It's the least we can do if some one took the time to set it up."

"Fine," Ankara replied sitting down to eat.

Legolas took his seat, also.

Dinner was filled with pleasant, and filled with idle conversation and a whole lot of nothing. Through out the duration Legolas was having an internal struggle.

"Look at her. She's beautiful," His heart told his head.

"She hates me," His head replied.

"No she doesn't. Look at how she looks at me," His heart would argue.

"She's only doing this because she doesn't like Tom Bombadil's poetry," His head would point out.

His internal struggle continued for several more minutes. Finally his heart decided to cut off all blood to his head, and his head decided to not tell the heart to pump anymore blood. Though it looked very odd to the outside observer, it was hardly life threatening for the elf prince because he was, after all, immortal.

"Legolas? Are you all right?" Ankara asked after Legolas did nothing but sit for 10 minutes. "Your hands feel cold," She said, picking up his hand, "are you alright?"

It was then that Legolas's head told his heart that maybe she did like him and a truce was called. With the blood flowing back through his body, he could respond.

"Huh?" Was his response.

Ankara did something that she hadn't done in years. She giggled. Not laughed, but giggled. "Do you know what's really annoying?" She asked after a pause.

"10,000 junk emails?" Legolas replied.

"Besides that."

"No, what?"

"I'll show you," Ankara got up and stood near Legolas. She held up her index finger and kept it near him. "Not touching, not touching, not touching!" She repeated over and over.

"Yes...yes I see how that could get annoying," Legolas replied tensely.

"Yeah. It's fun though," Ankara sat back down.. "I want to start a business where perfectly content and happy people who feel they have everything in life sorted out, will come to me for a 5 or 10 minute block and I will just be able to sit there and try my best to confuse them.

"I see."

"I just thought of that."

"Sounds like....fun."

"And they could get refunds if they came out just as happy and content."

"You'd be rich."

"I know. Wouldn't it be fun?"

"Maybe for you. I doubt it would be for the once happy people, though."

"It might teach them something though. Who knows? I'd make them think."

"Yes. You would."

"Like the word lembas. It's a strange word. Lembas. Just say it a couple of times. Lembas. Lembas, lembas. Lembas."

"That....is....interesting," the elf prince responded sounding pained.

Suddenly the sappy music stopped. The mood lighting turned off and the table that they were sitting at rose up as if supported by cords. Their chairs tipped them out and then rose up, too.

"Well...," Legolas said standing up, "I guess this means the date is over."

Ankara brushed herself off. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Thanks for doing this for me...," Legolas continued.

"It was no problem. I hope those emails stop for you," Ankara smiled.

"Yeah...thanks," Legolas stumbled over his words. "Well, bye then," He ended pathetically.

"Bye. It was fun," Ankara smiled again.

They shook hands awkwardly and turned to go their separate ways.