IOHITF – WARNING!!! Contains Legolas-mocking!!!

E/N: *enters stage right, cheeks red of shame* I'm so sorry! I meant to update faster, but as usual things got between me and my writing again. Don't worry, this fic will not go mushy all of a sudden. It will not become a romance. Over my dead body! Well, I'll get to the writing then...

Love, peace and a paperclip,

-xxx- Elvea

Disclaimer: I do not own anything that New Line Cinema or Tolkien Enterprises already owns *sobs* and I am not gaining any other profit out of writing this than (positive) reviews and a good laugh when I think of a new cruel way to annoy Legolas. So there!

This chapter is dedicated to Mags (or Ril-gania, should you be interested in reading the stuff she writes), one of my best friends. Couldn't have done this without your comments babe! Thankies!

Random insanity of the author: Looks can be deceiving and I'm the living proof.

"The wolf snarled and sprang towards them with a great leap. At that moment there was a sharp twang. Legolas had loosed his bow. There was a hideous yell, and the leaping shape thudded to the ground; the elvish arrow had pierced its throat. The watching eyes were suddenly extinguished. Gandald and Aragorn strode forward, but the hill was deserted; the hunting packs had fled." (the Fellowship of the Ring, by J.R.R. Tolkien, book 2 – chapter 3; The Ring Goes South)

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Just for the hell of it I'll do this chapter entirely in Sindarin, if you people don't mind.

Hon glinthannen. Idir bein. Melethron nín... caro enni meleth...

'Melin le' pedin. 'Meleth uireb.'

'Gwennë tithen...' lalaith be nelladel, 'baur nín an min dú na le... guren bêd enni: e prestanneth. Melin le.'

'Garo nin.'

'Vá. Lúth lín gwédhië nin... tolo enni... boe mín erthad.'

'Caro enni meleth'

'Vá: melin le.' Pedanneth. Girnen.

'Caro han. Lago, daro glavrol...'

'Eglerio nin'

'Thalion nin, gonathranech nin nath le'

'Hervo nin.'

'Cerin.' I thír gelui, lalaith. Glín maelui, lam lewig nín. Faugennen. 'Han úgerth...'

'Istan. Goheno nin.'

'Gohenan le.'

'Afado nin' Afadannen haust honna. 'Gwestannen le mela. Gwesto I melech nin.'

'Gwestan...'

'Heltho an pedo enni gwaur'

I feel the rating will climb if I go on like this. Besides, do we really need to know everything that happened on the wedding night of Elena and Tinwë? I don't think so. Therefore I go on with the story.

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Chapter 8 – Justice

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~*~ Legolas's POV ~*~

'Maer erin' Galion greeted me cheerfully as he walked past me in the corridor.

'It's not a good morning.' I growled.

'Why not, sir?'

'Because Elena and Tinwë got married.'

'Would you rather have been her spouse, then?' Galion asked innocently.

'GALION!' I barked. In seconds he'd sprinted out of my sight, around a corner. Bloody servants...

I walked on until I reached the dining hall, where now breakfast was being served. As usual it was filled with comings and goings; everyone could get a meal whenever they pleased. The seats upon the dais were empty, and in front of father's seat the table had already been cleared, meaning he'd already broken his fast.

I sat down in my seat on the dais; moments later a servant came to ask me what I wanted to eat. He wasn't gone for long when I'd finished telling him what I wanted, and he put a plate filled with bread and fruits in front of me, next to it a glass of sweet red wine. Just as I wanted to start eating, my brother and his spouse entered the hall. Must they disturb my breakfast? They are so unhealthily sticky...

'Maer erin, toronya.' Tinwë said as he helped Elena into her seat. I nodded at him in acknowledgement as he sat down next to me. Elena said nothing at all. She was staring at something in the distance of her memory with a dreamy look in her eyes and a ridiculous grin on her face.

'Good morning to you too, Elena.' I said sharply. She nearly jumped out of her chair as she snapped out of her daydream.

'Morning Lell'ias!' she smiled. Would she just stop doing that? It's getting frustrating.

'Did you rest well?' Tinwë asked me.

'It was fine.' I replied airily. 'How about you?' Big mistake. A huge grin crept onto my brother's face.

'We had a fine night. I wouldn't know about resting, though.' He answered. Elena sighed contentedly.

'Marvelous.' I said.

'Can I ask a favor of you?'

'I suppose.'

'Father and I are going hunting today, but Elena should be getting her first lessons,' uh-oh... 'would you mind looking after her for the day? You could teach her archery and how to wield battle-knives... she'd be honored, of course.'

'I'm sure of that...' I replied sourly. I looked in her direction. She was absentmindedly poking her food with a fork and didn't look at all happy anymore. A plan took shape in my mind. This was the perfect opportunity for me to get back on her for her song... 'I'd be delighted to do so.'

'Splendid!'

'When will you be back?'

'Probably just before dinner.'

'Are there any other lessons planned for the day?'

'Not that I can remember.'

I suppressed a grin and smiled instead. 'It will be such a great day then.'

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'Are you finished yet?' I asked impatiently as I waited in front of Elena's room.

'Almost! Stop nagging every three seconds!' came the reply. I sighed.

'I would, hadn't I been waiting here for the past hour! At this rate I'll be waiting here for months!'

'It's not like I asked you to come!'

'No indeed! Tinwë did!'

'Oh, shut up!'

'You shut up!'

'You shut up!'

'Argh!' I cried out in frustration. Why do I even bother to stay around Elena? Right, the plan. Oh bugger.

'I knew there was something wrong with your masculinity when I met you!'

'I wish I'd left you there to starve!'

'But then again, you're not exactly what they'd call the brightest crayon in the box.' She opened the door. I ignored the comment.

'What took you so long anyway?'

'My room has eleven doors.' I raised an eyebrow.

'So?'

'Never mind. Let's go.'

~*~ Elena's POV ~*~

That Mirkwood was dark and damp was nothing new. Even with the shadow of Dol Guldur gone, there was not much light that made it through the treetops. That Mirkwood had actual glades where light did fall freely onto the forest floor was new to me. Behind Thranduil's halls there were several large open spaces, separated by thin lines of trees. These, apparently, were the training grounds of the Wood-elves that lived in or near the halls.

I looked around as Legolas kept babbling about how to hold the knife he'd just given me. Okay, I was helping Tinwë with the plan by keeping Elf-boy busy, but this was just boooooooring. My eyes fell on a basin of water nearby.

'What's that for?' I interrupted him.

'What's what for?'

'That.' I nodded towards the small basin in the shadow of the trees.

'It's to keep the head cool on hot days. Now pay attention.' He sighed.

The next hours I spent listening to what Elf-boy had to say about fighting with knives and trying to get the various moves right. I must say that it's a whole lot harder than it looks. Then I had to take on the Elf as final training. I so got my butt kicked. If I ever encounter orcs again, I'm chopped liver.

After that we took a short break to eat something and recover strength. That is, I ate something and rested; Elf-boy didn't seem to need it. I longed for a bath. It was a hot day and I'd gotten very sweaty from all the training. I wished I could take something off. Just when I remembered the basin of water, Legolas decided to continue with archery.

I listened carefully as he explained things to me; it might prove useful if I ever get home and challenge Jason again. I looked even more careful as Legolas set an arrow to the string, pulled back, aimed and shot. Bull's eye. Not fair! He repeated this a couple of times and whilst watching I realized how damn sexy he was when he did that... gorgeous Elf assassin...

Bad girl! Bad! You're taken! Bloody married! To Tinwë! Not Legolas! But Legolas has the sexy spikes... and Legolas also has the bigger ego! And the bigger- what? Oh, you perv! Not good, so not good... it's the sun. I've been out in the sun too long. Yeah, that's gotta be it.

'Enjoying the sight?' Legolas grinned cheekily, as if having guessed my thoughts. My face flushed; I looked away. Physical attraction to one's arch-enemy can be quite annoying, I can tell.

'Yeah, I really enjoy having my eyes burn away at a horrible sight like you.'

'Well at least you also enjoy having your cheeks burning.' He replied. Stupid, selfish, stuck-up, evil, annoying, arrogant, retarded, rude, low-life, lame excuse for a sexy- oh, shoot me now. Please.

'Let's just get this training over and done with.'

He smirked. 'Sure. Whatever you desire, théleth.' He winked. Maybe it's better if I just don't look at him anymore. He's up to something, turon han apacena. I took up the bow that had been made ready for me. That it was very light amazed me. When you're used to doing archery in the normal world you'll know that, unlike what is stated in the average fictional story (where the author knows nothing about archery whatsoever), a bow weighs more than a handful of pebbles.

Legolas sat down in the shadow of the trees and leaned against a trunk as he watched me get used to the bow I had been given. I ignored him and concentrated on hitting the target some fifty feet ahead of me. Occasionally Legolas gave some directions, but he didn't actually move from his spot in the shadow while I was sweating terribly in the hot summer sun. lazy Elf with his lazy bum...

After about half an hour Legolas let out a sigh, and apparently he was sweating too- do Elves even do that?- because he wiped some off of his forehead. I walked to the target to retrieve my spent arrows. Just when I walked back to practice some more, I saw Legolas taking off his tunic. I blinked. He was now half naked. I swallowed. God he looks good. I blinked again and remembered my marital status. Right. I focused on archery again as Legolas began to splash water from the basin onto his torso.

Keeping pure thoughts. Arch-enemy. Biggest jerk in this universe and my own. Pure thoughts. Don't think of sex with him. Tinwë. Must keep pure thoughts. Legolas has spikes and Tinwë long hair. Pure thoughts. No threesome's! Legolas = arch-enemy. No sex. Clear mind. Lust is a sin. Legolas is sexy. Free thyself of sin. Honestly, who am I kidding?

I looked at the target. I'd fired five arrows and none of them had hit; they were all stuck in the ground. Legolas noticed this and walked towards me, pearl drops of water still on his muscular chest like a vision from a dream- or in my case, a fantasy.

'You're not doing too well, théleth.' He said.

'I've noticed.' I replied, trying to sound normal.

'Is something wrong?'

'No, no... I'm fine...'

'You sound a bit odd...' he grinned slightly.

'Do I?'

'Are you sure you're doing fine?'

'Yeah, I'm sure.'

'Your aim is poor.'

'Nothing new. I'm not really a good archer.'

'Then I'll help you improve.' He stepped closer. Don't stare. Concentrate. Think of Tinwë. Married girl. Sexy warrior-Elf assassin. Sin. Lust. Legolas. Curse hormones!

'I don't think I need help.' I answered. The bow slipped from my hands. Oh yeah, I'm doomed. Legolas bent downward and stretched out his arm to pick up the bow; the motion showing off how strong his arms had grown to be after hundreds of years training archery. Or something. At that particular moment I didn't really care about how many years Legolas had trained this skill. He was there, looking good and I could only focus on not drooling all over him. I swallowed again. Legolas had gotten back up in the meantime and was patiently waiting for me to take back the bow he had picked up.

'I think you do.' He tried to hide it, but I still noticed the smirk that flew across his face.

~*~ Legolas's POV ~*~

Elena snatched the bow from my hands and glared at me, but somehow it just wasn't impressive. For a moment I thought of the chamomile-incident, and I wondered just how many of her actions had come from the tea and how many had come from herself. She heeded me no further and drew a new arrow. She set it to the string and made ready to shoot.

'If you shoot like that you'll miss by a mile.' I commented. She ignored me and shot. The arrow missed target and hit the ground just like the previous five had done.

'Go ahead. Say it. Say I told you so.' She scowled. 'Make my bloody day.'

'Let me help you. No one will know.' Come on, let me! Just cooperate with my plan!

'Fine!' she said.

~*~ Elena's POV ~*~

As Legolas positioned himself behind me I tried to keep calm. It's only Legolas, the stupid stuck-up no good son of a bitch. Sexy, nonetheless. Okay, I'm actually annoying myself now... Carefully he took off my quiver and- I suppose- he put it on his own back. He stepped even closer; he was standing entirely against me now. Oh God... At that point I lost my grip of reality, in the sense of not being aware of what I was doing. The only thing I knew was the presence of Legolas, his hands on mine to put them in the right positions while he whispered instructions into my ear. Not that I really heard anything of it...

His voice has lovely resonance; it's soft and delicate, melodious and a pleasure to hear. The source of this blessed sound being at barely an inch from your eardrum only makes this effect stronger. He didn't stop speaking, but his words just didn't really get through to me. The idea of his lips almost against my ear was too much for a simple girl like me.

My heart was pounding in my chest and I was breathing deeply in and out, though quietly. My body temperature was rising and it wasn't entirely due to the fact that it was just hot outside. My hands were getting clammy and my throat had long since dried out.

'Elena?' he whispered. 'Are you alright?'

'I'm fine.' A hoarse whisper escaped me. His hand brushed over my cheek and tucked some hair behind my ear.

'It's the heat, isn't it?' he asked. 'Perhaps we should move to a cooler spot.' A gentle nudge told me to walk to the trees, and I did it. I had no control over myself anymore. Once in the shadow I noticed that I had simply dropped the things I'd previously been holding and they were still lying in the grass. Before I had any time to consider this, a certain Elf-prince blocked my view. 'Better?' he was so close again and this time I was turned towards him. It was so tempting to just stretch out my hand and let my fingers run across his chest that it almost hurt. 'Well?'

I mumbled incoherently. Legolas, as a result, stepped closer and leaned in to hear me better. His cheek brushed past mine when he brought his ear as close as possible to my lips without the two touching. I tried to keep my breath under control.

'I uhm...'

'Yes?' the answer came from next to my ear. I realized that I only slightly had to turn my head to kiss him. Tinwë. Married to Tinwë. Legolas is a jerk. Remember that. Once again it was as if he had guessed my thoughts and he moved his head a little, bringing his lips close to mine. His bright blue eyes locked with my brown ones and a cheeky grin crept onto his face. Sexy. He knew what he was doing; he was doing it on purpose.

No. Stop. This was wrong. It was Legolas standing in front of me and I hate him. His soul purpose in life was to make my life miserable, to make me suffer. He hates me, so this doesn't fit into the picture at all. And most importantly; I'm married to his frikkin' twin brother! However tempting it was to kiss Legolas right now, it made no sense. I had the interesting version of him already, so why bother?

I took a step backwards, away from Legolas and the temptation. He wasn't so surprised though and simply stepped closer again. I took another step backwards, then another, but Legolas simply repeated his own actions as well. I tried to take another step, but Legolas grabbed my arm and stepped as close as possible. We were pressed against each other and I was feeling somewhere in-between very uncomfortable and passionate. Hey, don't blame me. With two arms around you it kinda gets hard not to feel things like passion. This was Legolas! I think I'm repeating myself. His cheek brushed past mine again and a chill ran down my spine as goose bumps spread all over my skin.

'Once again, Elena, how are you feeling?' he asked. I only answered with half a sigh; I was speechless and my knees were about to give way. 'You want me, don't you?' he went on. Well, it's considerable, since temptation is erasing all my principles. 'I'm right here. Why don't you?' he sounded inviting, yet challenging as well, teasingly making me go insane... though somehow his voice had this barely traceable menacing undertone. 'Wouldn't you like to let go of everything around you and touch me?' Hell yeah! 'Wouldn't you like to let your lips caress mine and kiss like you've never kissed before?' he moved his head a bit. His lips brushed over my cheek and stopped right before the corner of my mouth.

My mental status at that point was far from healthy and my limbs just wouldn't listen to reason anymore. My arms wrestled themselves loose (which was fairly easy since Legolas allowed it) and slowly wandered up across his bare chest, admiring it, exploring every square inch. A voice in the back of my head told me to do it, to move my head only half an inch and feel his lips on mine. My limbs gave way to this and slowly I turned my head. Legolas drew back his own a bit.

'I knew you'd do that.' He grinned. Before I knew what was happening he pushed me backwards. Behind me, without me realizing my location, was the basin of water and it turned out to be quite big when I fell into it with a loud splash. Well at least I finally cooled down a bit... In disbelief I looked at Legolas; this was the last thing I'd expected to happen. He smirked. 'This was too easy. You know what they say, Elena. What goes around comes around. You deserve a punishment far worse than this, but I'm not going to waste any more time on that. I've past that level of immaturity. You're nothing but trouble, you bring out the worst in people. I doubt if even Tinwë will be able to stand it for long and I don't think that even he should be stuck with someone like you. Words are even too good to be wasted on you. You're simply not worth it.' With that he turned around and started walking away.

'Hey! Get back! You can't leave me like this!' I shouted. He ignored me and continued walking. I blinked, disbelieving the entire situation. I was struck dumb and for some long moments I just had no words left. And then everything suddenly made sense.

He was right. I'd behaved like a spoilt infant and I'd done some things that were way out of line. Things, so far, had mostly gone my way and I'd been too ungrateful for words to describe it. He'd saved my life once, despite his personal feelings. I could say what I wanted, but no matter what I might say, he would still be the better one of us.

I did bring out the worst in him. Was it not I who had always dealt the first blow? Sure, Legolas had reacted to those things, but it was I who had started them. And what had it led to? Nothing, and nowhere. I caused trouble and unhappiness, I was a nuisance. And Tinwë. He deserved better. The whole marriage was based on an accident, a mistake. No matter how much I'd like to think it and tell myself, there was no love between us. An alliance, maybe, out of mutual hate of Legolas; nothing more. I could say it a million times, but no one in this whole damn world really cared about me. To them I was just someone they'd met once and to them I had no further importance.

Tears started dripping down my face. I was all alone in a savage world, without much hope of ever finding my way home. I made enemies sooner than friends and I had become the victim of my own wrongdoings to others. For the first time in over a month I really thought of home again and I realized just how much I missed it. I missed my family, my friends and even school, I missed my best friend Jason... I would give anything to leave this rotten place and have them back.

Going to Middle-earth had always been a dream to me, but it had turned out to be my worst nightmare. Not everyone- or rather: hardly anyone if not no one at all- really liked me and instead of dreams coming true they were crushed one by one. Hope dissolved into nothing and only bitter loneliness remained. This was what they meant with the aftertaste of vengeance. It shows the true you in a mirror and the image is more horrible than one could ever have imagined. Vengeance shows the truth and the truth is often hardest to deal with. For once one had gotten vengeance, then what? More vengeance from the other side, resulting in more vengeance from you? If things would always go an eye for an eye we'd soon be blind...

I couldn't stay here. I didn't belong here, married to Tinwë or not. I didn't care how, but I'd find my way home somehow even if it meant dying a thousand gruesome deaths. I would walk a million miles all by myself if I had to, but I would make it home. I'll leave as soon as possible. It's best that way.

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E/N: I am sorry this keeps taking me so long. I really am, but I am in my fourth year of high school and it's just a bloody lot of work. Please understand that I can't update as much as I would like to. I also want to thank everyone for their patience with my fic and its rare updates.

Love, peace and a paperclip,

-xxx- Elvea

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Elvea's Elvish Helpdesk. Sort of.

Please note that these phrases took ages to get right. Hard work's been put into them, forgive me if a mistake is made in one or two places. I've spent hours on studying Tolkien's languages, so I know what I'm doing. Be aware that I did not simply copy these phrases from some website but constructed them myself. Please also note that the Grey Company website contains Elven (which is only loosely based on Tolkien's work), not Elvish. Phrases found there are not in proper Elvish (although I just love the term mani'oio). Thank you.

maer erin – good morning

turon han apacena (Quenya) – I can sense it

théleth - sister

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Lady Eowyn: Good thing you liked the chapter! And did you really make that much money on one driveway? Wow... gimme the address! (I could use some money, you see.) As for Tinwë's prank... I doubt if Elena would cooperate. But maybe Tinwë is stubborn enough to go on with it alone... he is Legolas' twin, after all...

Lady Aurian: *squeak* The Faramir Action Figure is so cool! Thankies! Am really happy with it! *bounces around stage happily* Thank you so much! Yeah, I'm hyperactive... wonder if waterpolo's gonna be nice tonight... ;)

Elanhin: Thanks for the compliment! I'm glad you enjoy this story so far, and that I could entertain you by going against the cliché. But hey, that's why I'm writing this fic! I hope this was soon enough for you!

Lossie Alqua: Faster than usual still doesn't say too much... I'm trying though, really, I am! If only school didn't require so much time... *sigh* But Lell'ias is a rather cute nickname, isn't it? We should that Gizmo LittleWing for making it up! (See previous chapter.)

ElvenPickle: |:o) They make a cute couple, don't they? But don't worry, this story will not go all mushy-corny-icky-bah. Things will be on a roll again pretty soon, as you may have noticed from Elena's string of thoughts. Elena, btw, is nineteen years old. (It said so in the prologue, but you're not the only one to forget such a detail...) And about the quote... both parties must be willing in the sense of having to be willing to have sex. Rape is not done amongst Elves; it would force them into a marriage and any Elf forced so against the will would simply abandon the body and go to the Halls of Mandos. Rape would be useless. Elves don't go screwing around like that, even though we would all love to see it happen... ;)

Griffinkhan: Hmmm... I think that Legolas and Elena both got more depth through this chapter... which is a good thing, right? And I really think Legolas deserved this bit of fun... or was it unjust and should he die a very slow and gruesome death? *evil laughter* Uh, yeah... never mind that...

lil' odd me: Don't worry about not reviewing lately, it's not like you have to do it... though it would be quite nice. |:o) Maybe Endy is indeed scared of you because of Wisdom... in any case, we should really be getting her to write again... it's getting to me! You're not the only one who thinks Tinwë and Elena are a perfect match! I think they're a nice couple...

Ril-gania: I'm so relieved Orli got over his wanting-to-kill-me phase and would enjoy the new bits. I think he most certainly will enjoy reading this chapter... it might increase his ego quite a bit though... oh well. And do you still want to kill him for the ski trip? Hmmm... I could think of some stuff... *wicked grin*

Videl-14: Thank you for your, uhm... *looks back* 5 reviews... I think it's really nice that you bothered to review almost everything. |:o) Have a clown smiley. Ah hell, have another one! |:o) Two for the price of one, so to say... if Legolas has a thing for Elena? Freud might have a nice psychology behind his thoughts. In any case they'd make a very interesting couple.

Oasisrocker: Cool that I managed to make up an Elf and people like him better than Legolas, even though they know what Legolas is like more than what Tinwë is really like... I like him as well... he's rather different from the other Elves... not everyone hates Legolas though, only Tinwë and Elena. The others just think that Legolas could adjust his behavior a bit and subtly try to say that by helping out Elena. He still has plenty of friends, so don't worry about him! I'm glad you enjoyed the wedding; I was afraid it might be a little mushy. Thanks for the review!

Apolena Soleil: Well I promised that this wouldn't be a Legomance, so I think I managed quite nicely. It's good to see that the wedding worked out nicely, Tolkien didn't leave too many details about elvish weddings so I had to improvise a lot. It was a good exercise though! =)

Lizzy~beth: The reason I don't put the translations right behind the elvish is because it disturbs the flow of reading. I don't use a lot of it, so I don't think it's much of a problem. Thank you for pointing out though! I'm happy about you liking the Legolas-torture. It's great fun to write!

Gizmo LittleWing: Great review, as always! Very useful. |:o) Elena's song was really cruel, and Lell'ias was isolated quite a bit that night. Keep in mind though that it was a tipsy (and rather giggly) elvish crowd, meaning that they're merrier and sooner to a laugh. Our beloved princeling won't loose any friends over it, don't worry. Love how you relate it to Gollum! The newfound couple is cruel all over, I admit. But Legolas is a grown Elf- he can take care of himself. As was shown in this chapter, I might add. And maybe they both feel attraction (explaining how Legolas could be so incredibly creative with the way of taking vengeance) but now a marriage stands in the way. And I've been nice enough on Lell'ias, right? I do think this made Elena a more sympathetic character again. And if this doesn't, next chapter will for sure.

Witchmaster: Next to Arwen, Elena has got to be the luckiest bitch of all! Okay, so it was an accident- SHE MARRIED A FRIKKIN' LEGOLAS-CLONE!!! So unfair.

The Whisperer: Legolas' nickname was Lell'ias, made up by Gizmo LittleWing who kindly allowed me to borrow it in this fic. It's really not a big deal you got the Indonesian wrong, you didn't know any better. Besides, you learned something new now! |:o) I really lost the file twice, and yes, I did feel like giving up but then I realized I'd disappoint all the readers so I wrote on anyway. I lost every copy of the file I had- even the backups. Maybe I have a virus on my comp somewhere... it really delays my writing... *sigh* oh and hroä and fëa means "body" and "spirit", and yes, you are allowed to say that you're jealous. (Aren't we all?)

chocolat elf: Glad to see that you like Elena and Tinwë as a couple! As to what they will do... if they go on with the plan, it'll be good. |:o)

ola: Yes, the sex=marriage thing is true. It says so in Morgoth's Ring... tsk, tsk, reading fics instead of studying... bad girl, bad! Oh well, I guess I should feel flattered, so I'll just go and do that! Being eldest of a twin doesn't make you a stiff boring person (and were you suggestion that Legolas is one? ;)). I'm tryng to post as much as I can! *hugs back*

AnGeLiC dEvIl: Heheh, I hope your dad didn't get too angry with you when he found out you printed it all! And the thought of Elves liking sex is a rather nice one, isn't it? Oh and thanks for the compliment, it's really nice reading such things! And yes, the blue eyes are a part of the plot- it will be back.

danceing fae: This chapter took even longer... *blushes* Sorry, I didn't mean it. Thanks for the compliment, I'm glad I'm still doing Legolas fangirls a favor with this! Tinwë can be really cool, yes... and as for Elena being Legolas' sister in law- a lot of opportunities there... =D

Kat: I suppose Tinwë was a brilliant solution indeed... it was really getting a hinder without him... *thanks daddy Eru for Tinwë* You can borrow him for daydreams any time, no price involved! I don't think you can copyright those, though... Elena is a disaster in remembering where to go, I have to admit... but it's quite a funny sight picturing it... good heavens, I'd laugh my ass off if they made a film out of this... hey, I'm the author... if they'd do that, they'd probably cast Orli for Legolas, meaning that I get to meet him! *squeal* I'd rather meet Elijah though... oh well. *dreams off for a bit* Thanks for the compliments on the descriptions, I was hoping they'd work out! And turning hwer hair to normal was the least I could do. See? I'm doing a good thing, for both the fans AND Legolas! If Legolas has less fans, he'll have a bigger chance of safety! Gee, aren't I nice? And I really don't mind long reviews, they're great to read and are nicer than "u r great" posts. Those don't say a lot. Btw- thanks for reviewing Cloaked Rivalry, and thanks for the compliment!

Penance: heheh, funny to see what you were waiting for Elena to say- it had me cracking up for a moment! The song was funny, but also a bit evil (from Legolas' perspective, that is). Oh well, he got even so we don't have to feel sorry!

LBFREAK: The bunyuns? What are those? The Diabolical PlotBunnies of Doom™? Or something else? Tell! Glad you like my version of Legolas, and of course that you like Tinwë!

Skylar: Heheh, yes, I do possess my own form of magic... (Goddess of Good and Vengeance, ahem) Thank you for your reviews, it's really nice to read them! I hope you enjoyed this chapter just as much as the rest.

Kazle: |:o) *dances around like a maniac* I'm brilliant! I'm brilliant! Uh, yeah... never mind that... Legging-las is something my kid sister came up with though! Glad that you like the nickname, and I hope you liked this bit as well. Took me damn long enough!