Hey everyone! My gosh, you've given me over 600 reviews so far! *gasp* I can never thank you enough! It's so wonderful to know that people enjoy what I write! It makes it so worth it! :)

Gotta answer another review, this one from snow-angel222; Elrond called Legolas 'penneth' (young one) because to Elrond, Legolas IS young! Our handsome Mirkwood Prince is also younger than Elladan and Elrohir, in my stories. (The books don't tell Legolas' actual age!) They made him near 3,000 in the movies, but that age is still 'young' even for an elf.

Now, without further ado, (I always wanted to say that, LOL!) I now give you the chapter that I've been eagerly waiting to post since the night that I wrote it! ;) Don't worry; the situation with the orcs is not over! ;)

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The next morning, Legolas awoke to the sound of soft laughter. Opening his eyes, he saw the twins standing beside the foot of his bed, smiling down at Aragorn. When he saw why, he had to bite his lip to avoid laughing himself.

Aragorn was still asleep, and the twins had tied a bright pink bow in his hair.

Legolas smiled, surprised that the Ranger hadn't woken at his brothers' touch. With an inward sigh, he realized that the human must be exhausted from worry and guilt over the situation.

Elladan looked towards Legolas and saw him awake. Smiling broadly, he pointed to Aragorn as if to say, 'look what we did!'

Legolas smiled back, shaking his head as if to answer, 'you will live to regret that, you know'.

Aragorn suddenly shifted his position, and the twins jumped back, startled. Quickly rushing back to their chairs, they waited.

Aragorn raised a hand and rubbed his eyes, opening them and quickly looking towards Legolas.

The Mirkwood Prince's eyes were closed, his steady breathing indicating sleep.

Sighing, Aragorn half-sat up and looked towards his brothers, seeing their heads hanging down as if they also slumbered. He was surprised to find no one awake, especially when the sun's rays indicated that it wasn't very early. Sitting up further, he moved closer to Legolas, but suddenly heard a noise behind him.

Turning, he saw one of his brothers trying not to laugh. "Elrohir?"

The twins both looked at him, obviously not asleep. Elrohir tried to quickly think up a reason for his behavior before Aragorn grew suspicious. "We were going to pounce on you to make you wake," Elrohir lied. "But just as we were about to do it, you awoke and foiled our plot!"

Aragorn's eyes widened in shock as he stood, the unnoticed pink bow still sitting neatly on top of his head. "You were going to pounce on the bed with Legolas asleep in it?!"

Elrohir realized his blunder, and shot a look at his brother, trying madly to prevent himself from laughing at the spectacle that their human brother presented. "Ai, Elladan! He is right! Why did we not consider that? It is a good thing that he woke before we carried out our plan."

Elladan nodded, trying to keep a straight face. "Indeed."

Aragorn shook his head at his brothers, surprised at their lack of common sense. The bow swished with his movement, and the twins couldn't believe that he hadn't noticed it by now.

Aragorn suddenly saw movement out of the corner of his eye, and looked to see that Legolas' body was shaking, as he bit his lower lip with his eyes closed.

The elf was fighting not to laugh, but Aragorn didn't know that, and grew instantly alarmed. "Legolas!" he exclaimed, rushing forward and grasping his friend by the arms.

The door suddenly opened as Elrond walked in. He stopped in shock at the sight of Aragorn when the human turned towards him. "Father!" Aragorn exclaimed. "Something is wrong with—" he stopped, stunned when Elrond suddenly started to laugh.

Elrohir and Elladan joined in, quite hysterically, and Aragorn looked down at Legolas, surprised to see him also laughing, wincing when the action caused his wound pain.

"Why do you laugh?!" Aragorn asked them all, extremely puzzled.

Elrond came closer, still laughing. He put an arm around his son, and patted him on the head.

Aragorn finally felt that something was there, and he reached up to pull it off. When he saw the pink bow, he didn't know whether to laugh with his family or kill them.

With a mock-growl, he turned around and lunged for Elrohir, smacking the bow on top of his brother's head.

Elladan grabbed Aragorn from behind, holding him still long enough for Elrohir to plop the bow back where it'd come from.

Aragorn couldn't prevent his laughter any longer. The stress of the past several days was finally broken by the twin's prank, and everyone laughed perhaps harder than they normally would have under different circumstances. 

Legolas had curled up on his side clutching his wound, made more painful by his mirth. He continued to laugh though, despite the pain.

Elrond saw the injured elf's plight, and quickly crossed to him, laying a hand on his arm. "Calm yourself," he said, still smiling at the mental picture of Aragorn wearing the bow.

Legolas tried, but was finding it difficult. Every time he tried to stop laughing, he would see in his mind Aragorn leaning over him with the pink bow on his head.

"Legolas…" Elrond said. He knew that his sons had pulled the prank on their brother to alleviate some of the stress that everyone felt, but he needed to put a stop to it before Legolas continued to cause himself pain.

The three brothers were throwing the bow at each other, but abruptly halted when Elrond bellowed, "Stop, that is enough! Estel, fetch a glass of water."

Aragorn looked at Legolas, and saw that his laughter had turned into painful winces. He quickly ran to do his father's bidding, bringing the cup back.

Elrond crossed to the nearby table containing his herbs, as Aragorn gently lifted his friend high enough to drink.

Legolas opened his eyes, and when he saw Aragorn, he gave a chuckle that sounded more like the giggle of an elfling.

"Mayhap he is still drunk?" Elrohir wondered.

Legolas drank the water, enjoying its pleasantness as it slid down his throat, which had been made dry by the laughing. "I am not drunk," he said, as Aragorn put the empty cup on the nightstand. "Nor was I ever."

Aragorn shot a look at his brothers, hoping that they wouldn't embarrass their wounded friend by telling him that the wine had made him fear a hallucination. "No, you were not," he said. "But you were rather…" he searched for a word. "Disoriented."

Legolas frowned, leaning against his friend's arm as they waited for Elrond to bring the inevitable cup of medicine. "Was I?"

Aragorn nodded, looking up as his father handed him the cup.

Legolas obediently drank it, sighing softly as Aragorn laid him back down.

"How do you feel?" Elrond asked him.

Legolas smiled. "Better." Before the fit of laughter, at least…

Everyone smiled.

"Good!" Elladan said. "Then we need not postpone our orc-hunting trip!"

Elrond shot a look at him. "Orc-hunting? When hobbits fly!"

Everyone looked at him in shock for a second, before laughing again, not expecting a phrase like that to pass by his lips.

Legolas chuckled, not only at Elrond's words, but at the looks on the other's faces.

Elrond groaned at what he'd unintentionally started. "No more laughter! You will only cause yourself more pain."

Legolas knew that he was right, and stopped, closing his eyes as he waited for the painkiller to work. Reopening them, he looked at Elrond as he remembered something that he wanted to ask. "You did not send word to my father regarding my injury…?"

Elrond shook his head. Legolas had told him long ago not to unnecessarily worry his father when a wound was not deadly. Elrond understood that, as Thranduil had enough worries ruling his kingdom.

"Hannon le," Legolas said, his eyes blinking tiredly.

Elrond smiled in reply. "Get some sleep."

"Sleep?" Aragorn said. "He has only been awake for minutes!"

"As have you," Elladan said, smirking. "Come, let us raid the kitchen, and bring Legolas back some breakfast."

Elrohir nodded, sneaking towards the door. "Last one there has to carry it all!" he exclaimed, breaking into a run.

Elladan dashed after him, and they both practically flew down the hall.

Elrond looked at Aragorn and Legolas. "It is hard for me to believe that they are the oldest of the four of you."