Disclaimer: Still isn't mine....of course.



Authors Note: Wow! Only a week's wait! About the ages... My idea of a conversion is multiplying each given age by .003. That makes the ages in my mind to be:

Legolas: 6,047 = 18.147

Ankara: 5,992 = 17.976

Tiranë: 8,012 = 24.036

Lusaka: 7,502 = 22.506

Sanaa: 4,631 = 13.893

Thranduil: 17,072 = 51.216

Haldir: *Can't find it right now....grrr...but I think he was in his thirties somewhere...*

Three young elves *who made a brief appearance in chapter 18*: about 2,000 = about 6



If that doesn't fly for you just ignore it and go back *in your mind* to how the ages had been. ;). Any how...here's chapter 37!





The next morning, Legolas and Sanaa rode back in the direction they had come from. They rode for only five hours before reaching a psychiatrist's office. They horse seemed to be getting faster each time that it took the trip across the forest.

Legolas hopped of the horse to run inside of the office.

"I'm going to hunt! Can I have your bow?" Sanaa interrupted his running.

Legolas threw her the bow without objection because the meal of the previous night had been very good.

"Thanks! Can I have an arrow also?"

Legolas threw her one and disappeared inside the office.

Sanaa turned and ran in the opposite direction.

Upon entering, Legolas saw another secretary. Either he had not gotten enough sleep the night before, or he was just imagining things, but the secretaries were looking very similar to him. He blinked a couple of times and approached the desk.

"Hi. I'm Prince Legolas. Can I speak to Haldir of Lothlorien?"

The secretary nodded. She took out a very large book, with letter tabs on the side, and flipped to 'H'. She skimmed the page.

She took out a piece of paper scribbled something on it and handed it to Legolas.

He took it, though he was confused, and read it. It said: 'We have no record of a 'Haldir of Lothlorien' here.'

Legolas was not quite sure what to do, so he grabbed a pen and wrote back: 'How 'bout 'Haldir of Lorien'?'

The secretary was passed back the paper, read it, looked at the book, then wrote back: 'No'.

'Haldir of the Golden Wood?' Legolas wrote back hopefully, after he was passed back the paper.

'No,' The secretary responded via the sheet.

'Haldir of anything?' Legolas wrote, exasperated.

The secretary looked in her book, paused, then wrote, 'There was a 'Haldir of Mongolia', but he went across the sea 12,000 years ago.'

Legolas frowned, upon reading this. 'Mongolia?' He wrote.

'Yes. Mongolia. Haldir of Mongolia was quite insane by the time he came here.'

Legolas shrugged after reading this. It wasn't the Haldir he wanted, so it didn't really matter. Then he wrote: 'Why are we writing instead of talking, anyway?'

The secretary wrote back: 'I have laryngitis. I don't know why you're writing, though. It's not like I'm deaf. I heard you when you came in, didn't I?'

Legolas read this. "Good point," he said.

The secretary smiled. Then she took back the paper.

"The North Western psychiatrist's office told me that he would be here," Legolas began, confused.

The secretary wrote back: 'I told you, there has only been Haldir of Mongolia here in the South Western office.'

Legolas read this, then read it again. "This is the South Western office?" He asked, handing back the paper.

'Yes,' the secretary wrote.

"Thank you! I've got to go!" Legolas shouted running out. The secretary waved.

Sanaa was outside gathering firewood. "How was Haldir?" She asked.

"Not there. Wrong office," Legolas said starting to pack the bag on the horse.

Sanaa grabbed the furry woodland creature that she had caught as dinner and put it and her pile of firewood in the bag. She and Legolas mounted the horse and took of in search of the right psychiatrist's office.