@Sarwenaletari Elanesse : I LOVE YOU TOO!

@Lady Lenna : Not Gwaihir, but somebody else. Let's see if his plan works.

@Musicstarlover : May I have the hazel nut flavor? Give me a big bar of it!

@Aranel of Mirkwood : Yes. This is Legolas we are talking about. He will do anything to get into trouble. (I already have the story plot about Legolas reuniting with Kel ^_^) So, Legolas-the-poster gets a new name, eh? Kiss him for me! (I hope MS's car gets into trouble in Bahrain! LOL!)

@Baby Blaize : God, that must be painful. Glad to know you are okay now.

@Kayo : Actually, I do not watch Star Trek. The series are not so popular here in my country. So there is a Vulcan grip? Hmm, now I'm curious to see it myself!

@astalder27 : Okay. He can stay in your room today, but no hanky-panky, do you hear me?!!

@szhismine : My updating sucks! I'm getting busier than ever. How I wished I'm not an account executive. It screws up my life! I should be a film director, like Peter Jackson!

@smiley : Thank you for liking Nara. To tell you the truth, I'm so jealous of her!

@Sailor Elf : You refuse to give me your bat? Do I have to ask Leggy to shoot you until you do so?

@Fire Breathing Ferret : Here's a lollypop. I don't know which flavor you like, so I give you my favorite; hot and spicy!

@Althelas : God, yes! Please do so! Kick some butts when you get to the Mercedes Factory! They should have fixed their problems since last year, blast it! Their terrible performance this season is driving me crazy!

@Brazgirl : The funniest chapter? He he! I'm glad you think so.

@LegolasLover2003 : I suggest you hug both of them. Poor you. Tired? I understand how it feels. Working from 8.30 till 5.00 always turn me into a zombie afterwards!

@Irethwen-ElfRanger : Really? Wow! Thank you!

@Hp-Azn : You want cliffie? I give you cliffie! Look at the end of the chapter!

@Snow Glory : Yes. They left him behind! (I'll write some stories about Leggy's and Aragorn's younger years…with Kel! Coming soon this summer!)

@IrishQT : He! He! That's my favorite scene too!

@Dur En Thurin Naur : And I bet ten dollars that the fleet will sink at sea!

Yes, everyone. Legolas is NOT happy. Really. He is very not happy.

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"Are you still mad at me?"

Legolas stared directly ahead without reply. His silver eyes glinted brilliantly as he gazed at the vast Pelennor Field beyond, his face hard and his back ramrod straight. He didn't even acknowledge his father who stood patiently beside him.

Oh, yes. He is still mad at me, Thranduil thought, almost smiling. In truth, he was feeling quite intimidated by his son's foul mood. Legolas was quick to anger, yet he was also quick to cool down. But it had been four days since that famous incident in King Elessar's parlor before the troop's departure to Tasqamaran, and Legolas was yet to speak to anyone. Even Narasene could not sooth her husband's ruffled feathers. When he regained consciousness that day, the group had already left for Osgiliath and Legolas had practically screamed in enrage after he realized what they had done. And then he grew so dangerously silent that no one dared spoke a word to him.

In his silence though, Legolas had been busily planning his escape. Twice they had caught him slipping like a thief into the stable. He even managed to abduct a mount in his second attempt but Thranduil was there in time to stop him before he could flee to Osgiliath. When that did not work, Legolas had secretly approached Landroval—Gwaihir's brother—in the citadel's courtyard. The great bird was waiting with the rest of his kin for Gwaihir's orders to fly. As Legolas begged for a ride from Landroval, Gwaihir had suddenly come near and he frowned disapprovingly at the elf prince. Without a word, the eagle lord had reached and clutched Legolas around the waist with his claw and flew off before depositing him back onto the balcony of his chamber. Cursing fluently, Legolas could only watch in frustration as the flock of giant eagles also departed for Tasqamaran after Aragorn's fleets.

By the orders of Queen Arwen, the prince had been put under house arrest since then.

"Come now, Legolas. Stop sulking already. What I did was for you own good," Thranduil said in the firmest tone he could muster. That only earned him the most ferocious killing glare he had ever received from his son.

Gulping nervously, Thranduil watched as Legolas whirled and stalked away from the balcony back into his chamber. The prince plopped himself onto the bed and sat there in simmering anger, glowering at the wall.

Ai! Stubborn child! Just like me! Serves me right! The king sighed with a roll of his eyes. After taking a deep breath, Thranduil also walked inside and gazed at his son's stiff back, feeling a bit nostalgic. Legolas looked no different from the time when he was still a little elfling with his hair undone that way. The soft silken tresses settled about his shoulders in wild golden abandon, gently lifted by the breeze that came blowing in from outside.

Thranduil picked a hairbrush from atop the low dresser and braved himself to approach his son. Without a word, he ran the brush through Legolas' hair and gently began combing it down, almost expecting his son to bolt and bite his head off. But Legolas just sat still, closing his eyes in contentment at his father's tender ministrations.

"Now, are you still mad at me, son?" Thranduil asked a long while later after he finished braiding the prince's hair.

Legolas' eyes flew open and grew hard again. "I'm still not speaking to you!" he retorted without turning.

Thranduil chuckled. "Really? But I think you just did."

Legolas turned his head then and glared before he promptly faced the wall again. The king laughed out loud. "All right, Legolas! All right! I'll leave you to your brooding." Thranduil bent and kissed the top of his son's head. "Just don't forget to eat. Brooding requires lots of energy!"

Thranduil then walked swiftly out of the room, leaving his son sputtering in indignation at his words. Outside in the hallway, the elven king almost ran into his daughter-in-law who was carrying a tray of refreshments in her arms. "Nara!" he exclaimed, steadying her. "Forgive me, dear. Almost didn't see you just now."

Narasene smiled to see the huge grin on Thranduil's face. "So, my husband has finally spoken?"

The king guffawed. "Growling and snarling is more like it! But it's a start."

She also laughed. "Let's see if he is hungry enough to eat something."

"Beware, child. He looks hungry enough to devour you!"

Still laughing, Narasene stepped into the chamber as Thranduil held the door opened for her. She shook her head when she saw her husband pacing to and fro like a caged bear in front of the hearth. Without glancing at her entrance, Legolas whirled and headed for the balcony. The view of the Pelennor Field at dusk seemed to be more fascinating to him than the sight of his incredibly lovely wife.

Smiling, Narasene placed the tray on a table. "Hello, husband dear. Care for some refreshments?"

No respond. Legolas didn't even turn.

The two had been sleeping in separate chambers for several days now, and Narasene was beginning to feel a little hurt by her husband's coldness. She was also terribly missing his warm embrace and hot kisses that she nearly cried from the sheer longing. But she will not be so easily overwhelmed. This was the first occasion that Legolas had gotten so angry with her, yet she knew he needed time to stew after the way they had tricked him, even if it was for the benefit of his own good health.

With a shrug, Narasene picked a slice of rock melon from the plate and walked towards her husband. Stepping in front of him, she ordered, "Open up."

Legolas stared at her, unmoving. Narasene showed him the fruit clasped between her fingers. "Come, love. Humor me. Open your mouth. It tastes very good."

He still looked grim, but Legolas obediently did as he was told. Narasene tenderly put the slice of melon between his lips and dazedly watched as his pearly white teeth crushed the juicy morsel. She involuntarily licked her own lips, aware that he was intently gazing at her every move.

"Would you like some more?" she asked in a breathless voice, smiling seductively. Instead of replying, Legolas slowly lowered his head in a move to kiss her. But before their lips could meet, he jerked his face away and muttered incoherently under his breath.

Narasene frowned. So, he doesn't want to give in, does he? Let's see for how long.

She then spun and left the room, much to Legolas' curiosity. But when she returned a while later, his eyes instantly widened to see the two swords she carried with her. "Where did you get those?"

"From the guards outside," she curtly replied before tossing one of the long blades at her husband. Legolas hastily caught it using his good hand, just in time to avoid his foot from getting seriously impaled. "What do you think you are doing?" he harshly asked.

Instead of answering, Narasene put up a stance, gripping her sword in both hands. "On your guard, my lord!" she ordered. "Let's see how good you are with one arm!"

"What?!" Legolas was incredibly shocked, but he had no chance to say more for Narasene suddenly lunged at him with her sword held high over her head.

He easily dodged, twisted and swung his own sword to block Narasene's next swing. "Are you out of your mind, lady?" he cried out.

"No. You are!" she shouted back. Pushing down at his blade with all her might, Narasene then raised her sword once again and resumed attacking. Legolas had no other choice but to evade her graceful yet strong charges, afraid in hurting her but also loathed to get injured himself. Narasene might be a sheltered lady of the court, but she definitely knew the skill of swordplay. After all, she had been under the tutelage of her own uncle, the great Lord Glorfindel, one of the greatest elven warriors in Middle-earth.

"Nara, cease this!" Legolas cried out after the sparring had gone on for quite a while. His right arm was getting stiff while his left side began to throb. His wounded arm was still in a sling, being not much of use during the entire skirmish.

She ignored his plea. With a sudden gleam in her eyes, Narasene used the flat of her blade to slap her husband's injured shoulder. It was not a hard strike, but enough to make Legolas cringed in pain. While he was distracted, she put out her leg and tripped him.

"Ah…!" Legolas tumbled to the floor onto his back amid his cry of surprise. Before he could get to his feet, Narasene had already sat on him, straddling his middle. And they stared fixedly at each other, panting in exertion. Admitting defeat, he didn't resist as she took his blade off his hands and sent both their weapons skittering across the floor.

Cupping his cheeks, Narasene leaned down and softly asked, "Do you yield, my lord?"

Legolas briefly closed his eyes. When he opened them, his wife was still gazing back at him with love in her jade green eyes. "Only to you, my lady," he finally answered sheepishly.

She chuckled. "Forgive me for trashing you so. You have been behaving very badly."

Reaching up to trace his fingers over her lips, Legolas shook his head. "I'm sorry too. Now I understand what had caused your great concern. I guess I forgot my limit."

"Right. Keep in mind that you are a great warrior, but you are also not invincible. Especially when you are hurt. I will always worry for your safety whenever you stray out of my sight. It's wifely rights."

Legolas laughed out loud. "I think you have to share those rights with my father! He can come out with the strangest devices to keep his children safe. I can't believe he actually knocked me out like that!"

"He knows you would only kill yourself going back to Tasqamaran injured like this. He just doesn't want any more harm to befall on you."

"I know. Will you forgive me?"

She smiled in answer and bent down to kiss him. Legolas tried to rise to accept her kiss, but his still mending shoulder suddenly screamed in pain. He instinctively closed his eyes, groaning deeply in his throat.

Narasene was alarmed as her husband's face grew paler. "What is it, love? Oh, no! Did I really hurt you?"

Legolas chuckled between moans and opened his eyes. He weakly grinned back at her. "Yes, my dear. I believe you actually did."

"Valar, I'm so sorry! Here let me see." Carefully, Narasene took the sling off his arm before she unbuttoned his tunic. Then she gently pulled down the shirt until his injured shoulder lay bare. She gasped in dismay to see the swellings at the top of his arm. The skin there was already turning blue and purple.  "Oh, you poor thing! This must be painful! Why didn't you say anything?"

"Because you didn't even give me a chance!" he responded with a laugh. "Now why don't you kiss it and make it better?"

She complied eagerly, planting butterfly kisses all over the bruises. Legolas closed his eyes in ecstasy at her seductive touch. "Ai! Nara…you are killing me here…"

Giggling, Narasene raised her head. "Let's get you into bed then and we will…" her words suddenly broke off as she gasped in shock. "Ai Elbereth! Legolas! A shraq!"

Legolas instantly sat upright and swiveled around, ignoring the pain in his shoulder. "What? Where…?"

And there it was, a sleek black raven perching on the rail of the balcony, staring back at them through its black beady eyes.

TBC…