A/N: Hokay. I am still in this stupid state called writer's block. And I have been offline for a long time because of my mid-years. Forgive me. I have been itching to write a new fic as well as fight off writer's block.

Warning: AU, SLASH, possible MPREG. No like, don't read. Happens before the war. Pairings: Aragorn/Legolas, Legolas/Haldir Summary: Thranduil is insisting that Legolas gets married soon. It has soured their relationship and Legolas wants to do anything but marry to get him back. When Thranduil finds the perfect suitor for Legolas, Legolas meets Estel. Of course, there will be more to the story, but can't reveal too much! Er..Inspired by Sarah Mclachlan's Stupid.

-Stupid-

Legolas sighed. The lights of the chandelier were extremely distracting, annoying even. He could feel eyes burn into his forehead as he suddenly took interest in the embroidery of the robe that hung on his lap. Inwardly, he cursed. He did not want to be there. But he had to. There, in the great hall, everyone drinking, talking, laughing.

How dare they! How dare they enjoy themselves whilst I am left with only boredom and annoyance in my heart? He thought.

He almost felt like crying. The amount of tension between Legolas and Thranduil was almost unbearable. He missed him dearly. Yes, he missed him even though they saw each other everyday. The only difference? The ada he saw now was the one who was trying to have him married. Legolas' obduracy and pride was in the way as well. He missed the ada who just wanted to talk to him about things, about his day or Legolas' day. Not about if he was free to meet another suitor. Don't know why. Why did he insist? And why was this affecting him so? His heart ached.

They have not spoken full sentences to each other in months.

Legolas lifted his face and his blue eyes met a pair of grey ones.

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"Estel! You ARE going to attend the party that we have been so kindly invited to! No buts about it. You are going to look your best and behave! And no, you do not have to attend as a suitor. Just come to be respectful!" Elrond sighed and rubbed his temples. Estel was such trouble sometimes. Estel pouted. He knew that there was no way out of it, so he stormed off to change into his best. Before he left, he heard his foster father's voice.

"And I MEAN it when I say you are not to pose as a suitor!"

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Estel finally put on silver and black robes for the occasion. Estel grumbled. It was a waste of time for him. It's not as if anyone there would notice or bother with him, he was just a mortal after all. He could have been reading his book or continuing his drawings in his book. But no. He just had to go.

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When Estel arrived so incorrigibly late, he thanked the Valar as his foster father did not seem to notice as he was engaged in a deep conversation with Thranduil. He sighed in relief and helped himself to a bit of wine. As he sat down in one corner though, he noticed an elf with golden hair at the table of royals and officials. He was looking down into his lap or maybe at his feet. Whenever the elf lifted his head up, Estel could see eyes full of boredom and sometimes frustration. All of a sudden, their eyes met, and Estel stared, frozen for a few moments.

He was just mesmerized. The elf's features were beautiful, more beautiful than any beauty Estel had ever seen. Sapphire eyes confused, the elf just stared back. He tried his best to wrench his eyes away from the elf, but to no avail.

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Legolas blushed. He was confused. First of all, what was a mortal doing there? Secondly, why was he staring? Legolas grew uncomfortable, and he tore his eyes away from the handsome young man. Yes, the mortal was handsome and gave the impression of strength and youth. Once in a while, Legolas would steal a glance at the young mortal.

Legolas nearly jumped off his seat as he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. He turned to face a handsome silver-haired elf clad in the colours of Lothlorien. Estel stood up. Where is he going? Estel thought in panic. Something was nagging at him to approach the elf, but at that point of time, he felt the firm grip of his foster father's hand on his shoulder pull him away for conversation. Before he turned away, their eyes met again and strangely, there was a look of disappointment on the elf's face.

-TBC-

A/N: Ok I know it's a little short, but there IS more coming soon, the plots will thicken and there will be further explanations for the situation between Legolas and his ada..Drop a review if you wanna receive a picture of Legolas' bare butt!