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Author's note: So sorry for the delay! My wonderful book in which this is written had fallen behind the computer and I couldn't find it! *gasp!* But now it's found. So I'm happy. I really will try to update regularly!! Well....here's the next chapter!





"Dinner?" Legolas asked skeptically.

"Yes."

Legolas looked at her and realized that in her other hand she held his bow, an arrow, and...something else.

"When did you...?" He began, upon seeing the 'something else'.

"I shot it. I found the arrow in a bush."

"How did you know....?" He tried again.

"How to shoot an arrow from a bow? Easy. I'm a fourth child. Dad taught me. My sisters had to go out and learn to garden while I got to learn how to shoot."

Legolas gawked.

"Actually," Sanaa continued, "I think Ankara got to learn a little bit of archery. But not Tiranë or Lusaka. I bet they wouldn't even hold a dead bird of prey in their hands," she held out her fist, displaying her prize. The 'something else'.

"But-but why did you go and shoot a bird of prey?" Legolas stuttered.

"Dinner!" Sanaa rolled her eyes exasperatedly. She had spent a good 500 years perfecting the 'exasperated rolling eyes' look. "Actually, I got the idea from you," she smiled. "You know...killing a bird of prey with your hair and then giving it to us for dinner."

Legolas raised his eyebrows. "I killed that bird? No, my friend, you are sadly mistaken. That bird had a death wish of its own. It impaled itself on my hair."

"Well, the details don't matter. Either way we had bird of prey for dinner then, and we will now, too."

Legolas shrugged. "Okay. Let's pack up."

"Wait...what about the bird?"

"Bring it. We have to keep going now. Your little escapade in the forest put us back by half an hour."

Sanaa sighed and half-heartedly threw the bird of prey in the bag. She gave Legolas back his bow and the arrow that she had found. Then she mounted the horse.

Legolas tied the bag to the horse, put his bow back on his back and then mounted also. They continued to ride on to find Haldir.

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Within another 3 hours, they had reached the second psychologist's office.

"Alright. You stay here. I'm going to run in and talk to Haldir. Don't get into any trouble," Legolas directed.

"Fine. I'll just make a fire," Sanaa said as Legolas turned to leave.

"Wait...what?" He said sharply, turning around.

"I'm not eating raw bird of prey. It will be roasted over the fire I will make."

Legolas nodded, distractedly, and hurried inside, not too worried about what Sanaa could do with the fire. Some visions of a completely burned Mirkwood forest did pass through his mind, but he shook them off and approached the desk where another secretary was sitting.

"Yes?" She asked as he approached.

"Hi. I'm Prince Legolas of Mirkwood. I'm looking for a Haldir of Lothlorien."

"Haldir of Lothlorien. Haldir of Lothlorien," the secretary muttered to herself as she turned around. She searched through a filing cabinet and pulled out a folder.

"Ah yes! He arrived early this morning. Very tough client. Our psychiatrist didn't know what to do. You missed him by half an hour."