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

E/N: I am truly very sorry that this chapter took me so bloody long... but you see, the thing is... I suddenly got a social life. A very demanding one at that too... Add exam-stress and fear of flunking and you've got a buncha reasons why my update took so much time... (no real good excuse, but still) I passed, by the way. And then there were the times when FF.Net was down or wouldn't allow uploads for anyone... highly frustrating. Anyway, I finished the chapter, so I hope you'll enjoy it. Oh yeah- I drew Chibi Legolas and Chibi Tinwë; they're up in the Hall of Fan Art. Cuteness galore!

Love, peace and a paperclip,

-xxx- Elvea

PS: Don't expect another update within the next four weeks or so. I'm going on a holiday to Spain and will have very little computer access, if any at all...

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 Dimi, a very good friend who helped me through some shitty times and got me back to working on things again. Thanks Dimi!

Random insanity of the author: Stick a fork in me, I'm done.

"Suddenly he saw, too, that there were spiders huge and horriblesitting in the branches above him, and ring or no ring he trembled with fear lest they should discover him." (the Hobbit, by J.R.R. Tolkien, chapter 8; Flies and Spiders)

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Chapter 10 – Arachnophobia

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~*~ Tinwë's POV ~*~

It's probably just me, but I'll never understand women. You try to be nice to them, treat them well, try to understand and be patient- even if you really only got married by accident- try to love them with all their mistakes, and love them for loving you despite your own mistakes. And then they stomp off, telling you to go tickle Morgoth in his sleep... honestly!

No wait, that was Legolas when I'd covered all his hair in honey while he had fallen asleep on a little journey through our forest.

He still has a mortal fear of ants.

Either way I just didn't understand why Elena had so many mood swings. So she was female and thus the phenomenon was partly explained, I still could find no reason why I should stay away and "go see if she's outside". After all, Legolas was the one who had wronged her, not me. Just because we're twins it's no reason to discriminate.

But mainly I was worried, for neither of them had shown up for dinner. Elena, being in a bad mood and all, I hadn't expected to come in the first place. But Legolas should be back from his ride by now. The absence of them both worried me. I excused myself from the table and quietly headed to my quarters. Elena'd probably be in there, sulking. And the first thing she'd probably do was to throw the jug with resin at my head, followed by a string of insults in various languages that, my humble thanks to Ilúvatar, I did not understand a single word of.

Or she'd jump me and kiss me breathless. She's a woman. They always do what you expect the least. Very nasty habit, that.

I opened the door to my room and knocked on the door to her separate room. She gave no reply. So it was that time again. I sighed. Really. Why didn't I just pretend the "incident" had never happened? I'd still be single and in much, much less trouble. Then again, father would have heard the change in my voice, something that happens to the Eldar once they get married, and there is no cheating in that. And Elena isn't bad at all, when she's in a good mood. If she's in a good mood.

Carefully and slowly I opened the door, only to find the room empty. Whether that was a good or a bad thing I had yet to discover. I looked around. The torches illuminating the room gave very little light, they were almost burned out. Might want to make sure they're replaced.

As I slowly started to walk in circles a nasty feeling crept into my veins and spread over my body. Something was terribly wrong, and Elena's absence had something to do with it. I looked towards the bed. The package I'd left for her was gone. I'd hoped the thought of our little scheme would cheer her up, so I'd left it there. And for some reason she'd taken it with her to wherever she was headed.

My fear grew stronger and for the first time in all my ages I felt real panic. She hadn't just gone for a nice walk through the palace, or to get even with Legolas through our scheme. She'd left permanently. I jerked the door of the large wooden cabinet open and looked inside. Plenty of dresses in there, that was not the problem. But the clothes from her own world she'd so carefully kept with her were gone, as were the leather riding boots she'd brought from Minas Tirith.

I felt the color leave my face as my suspicions were confirmed. She was gone... she'd run off, without even leaving so much as a note with a goodbye... she'd just run off into the forest and abandoned me...

'So she has left...'

'You knew, didn't you, father?'

'I feared it...'

'How did you know she'd go now... now...'

Father placed a comforting hand on my shoulder. 'I didn't. None of us did. But when I noticed her absence, and when you left rather hurriedly, I realized that this would likely be the moment. I knew I'd find you here in that case. I'm sorry...'

~*~ Thranduil's POV ~*~

'Will she be back? She'll be back, right?' the same words, the same look in his eyes... almost the same as all those years ago, when his naneth... He seemed the same elfling again... a sight that nearly broke my heart, and it did even more so when I had to tell him the truth in all its cold and harshness.

'No Tinwë, she won't...' I answered quietly. He shook his head, not accepting the simple reality.

'Does this mean... does this mean that... loneliness? She condemned me to eternal loneliness... never the bliss of marriage, the joyous sound of young elflings creeping under the sheets to hug their ada and naneth in the early morning? Never an evening with someone I love truly alone, by a small fire, sitting cuddled up against each other... we could've tried... it could've worked! We could've really loved each other... she never gave it a chance...' I needed to stop his thoughts before they consumed him entirely, they gnawed on him too much...

'She didn't belong here... maybe it is better so. She wouldn't have lived with you for the rest of eternity... losing her now hurts less than having to lose her after years of joy, when you've come to love her like nothing else... you'd be left alone, with only your memories. It was for that very reason that Lúthien chose mortality with Beren over eternity with her kin in Valinor...'

'I don't even have any memories with her.'

~*~ Elena's POV ~*~

Don't argue with me Elena. Don't mock me Elena. Do as I say Elena. Go to sleep Elena. Don't make so much noise Elena. Don't come near me Elena. Don't shout at me Elena. Don't get off the road Elena. Put down the knife Elena. Don't throw sharp objects at me Elena.

Does Legolas ever stop nagging?

I glared at Legolas, who sat at the other side of the small camp-fire. Of course he'd taken control of everything again, saying he knew better anyway. Gee, what else is new? Stupid elven know-it-all. The only thing he's done so far is commanding me in every way possible; as if the sole purpose in his bloody immortal life had become to order me around. Suffocate him.

We hadn't really spoken to each other apart from "Do this Elena" – "Drop dead, Legolas". Not that we were capable of normal conversation anyway... wish Tinwë had tagged along in his place.

I yawned. Even a thing like just sitting on a horseback and riding slowly for hours can be exhausting in the end, apart from it having been a long day. I got up and walked to where my "bed" had been made. Back to sleeping outside again, I guess, but if I ever wanted to get home again it was worth all the trouble.

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I never had much faith in medieval ways of contraception, but thanking the deities of Middle-earth silently my period had started this morning. Am very relieved, as have no idea how else I would explain being knocked up and my child having rather pointy ears and a tendency to slaughtering ugly things at home. Yay herbs.

Also, seeing as I was in a bad mood, I now had more inspiration on how to annoy Legolas / how to bitch back even bitchier. Heh.

'Where does that path lead to?' I asked, nodding in the direction of a small path leading right from the one we were riding on.

'Away.' Legolas answered.

'Whereto?'

'North from this one.'

'What's north from here?'

'More trees.'

'And what else?'

'More trees.'

'Anything else?'

'Half of Eryn Lasgalen, okay?' he shouted irritably.

'Oh.' I fell silent for a moment. 'Can we go there?'

'No!'

'Okay.' I led my horse onto the northward path. I will not let that stupid Elf command me forever.

'Where do you think you're going?'

'North.'

'Come back!'

'Bite me.'

~*~ Legolas's POV ~*~

A curse upon Elena's stiff neck!

I led Melda onto the path to follow her and get her back. She sped on her own horse and the longer I pursued her the more reckless she would ride, until she left the path altogether. I hope she knocks her head against a branch and falls off. Inbred halfwit of a mortal woman. This isn't a game, it's dangerous! We could run into a whole nest of-

...spiders. Now she's done it. She abruptly halted her horse in the center of the glade where at least thirty of the foul creatures lay sleeping. I halted next to her a moment later but before I could stop her she'd already done the most stupid thing that a person could do in such a situation.

She screamed her lungs out.

~*~ Elena's POV ~*~

I have never been afraid of spiders. When I was little I used to let them walk over my hands and arms, I even collected spiders in a box for a while. Until my mother discovered them, that is. And last summer when my family, Jason and I were on a holiday in Brazil I held a tarantula (or whatever the hairy creature's name was, I forgot) on my hand. Never in my entire life did those eight-legged beings scare me. Never. But those were spiders of acceptable size.

Really, the moment you're surrounded by- by- zounds eight-legged hairy monsters the size of a small van (if not bigger) anyone would change their mind concerning their cuteness-status. In my case that meant screaming.

Which turned out to be quite stupid, because the monsters now woke up. Twice accursed be me and my big mouth!

Within seconds all of the abominations were wide awake, onto their legs and ready to charge. The most disturbing thing however, was that the things talked, as in actually knew how to speak. I did my best not to hear it though. Too many hisses, and apart from that I don't want to know what's on their menu for tonight. Where's a Ring of Power when you need one?

Legolas, being spiffy warrior Elf and all, started shooting at them right away, but as they advanced he leaped off of his horse and took to slicing them open. I gathered all my courage- which isn't much, so it didn't take very long- and followed his lead.

I had arranged my own knives, so at least I wasn't defenseless. Not that I got much further than defending anyway. It wasn't as if I was really good at wielding those stupid knives, plus that every time I slashed at one of the black monsters and actually hit target the intestines would come out and I'd shout "Eeeew!" or "Icky!".

At first Legolas and I were fighting back to back but soon the spiders managed to separate us. I heard the horses neighing in panic but I could not head to them; I could hardly save my own butt. Just then I noticed a particularly large spider creeping up on Legolas from behind, just as the said Elf was slicing one in front of him open.

'Legolas! Look ou-' he was halfway his motion of turning to me when the spider bit him and its venom stupefied him. I tried to fight my way toward him but there were just too many of the spiders, I was too poor a warrior and all the insides of the spiders on the forest floor made me feel sick. Within less than a second I too was entirely surrounded. This was it. It would all end here... wait a minute-

'I REFUSE TO BE EATEN BY A BUNCH OF OVERSIZED ARACHNIDS! I REFUSE TO DIE LIKE THIS! I REFUSE-' Snap. A spider bit me and I felt myself slowly sinking to the ground and losing conscience. Oh crap...

Twang! An arrow came flying from between the branches of the trees and a spider fell lifeless to the ground. More arrows followed. I fought the pain and the sleep, but all became black.

A tasty liquid brought me back to my senses, I doubt that it was long after I went out cold.

'Mmmm...' I moaned. It was yummy. I wanted more! I opened my eyes and looked straight into the eyes of... Tinwë?

'I know that I look good, but really honey you can overdo it when you're waking up,' he grinned.

'Ha ha. Very funny, Tinwë.'

'I'm glad to see you too. Why did you run off without telling?'

'How'd you find us?' I asked in return.

'Well, the trail was still new, and apart from that I believe that every living thing in the range of thirty leagues has heard your scream. It was easy- what do you mean, "us"?'

'Legolas and I, who else?'

'Legolas was with you?' his eyes grew wide; whether this was out of sudden concern or slight jealousy with an angry undertone... I could not tell.

'D'oh,' I smacked my forehead, but groaned because it caused a pounding headache. Tinwë set a small flagon to my lips and gave me another sip of the yummy drink from heaven, or Mirkwood for that matter.

'That's odd. From you going out on your own I would've expected you to get lost, but with Legolas around I'd think you'd be less stupid...'

That is so not funny. 'I love you too,' I replied.

He smirked. 'Let's go find that silly brother of mine.' He held out his hand to me and helped me get up.

'Just so long as you don't think that you're getting away with those comments you just made.'

'Can't wait for you to punish me,' he grinned again. Excuse me- I have to go and slam my head into the nearest tree a couple of times. I'll be right back.

Fortunately Tinwë had already caught and calmed my horse, but Legolas' horse wasn't near. We were lucky to find it not far off, drinking calmly from a small forest stream. From there we had to go back to the clearing and search for traces. With a Wood-elf on your side those things are suddenly a lot easier. Therefore it only took us about ten minutes before we found Legolas, hanging from a tree, covered in cobwebs. Legolas, and three remaining spiders.

Tinwë gestured for me to stay where I was and be quiet, then he carefully approached the creatures. Before they knew what was happening to them they already lay lifeless on the ground, their blood staining the grass. I squealed, got off of my horse and ran toward Tinwë. He smiled and turned to me. I jumped him, he caught me and I kissed him. Eventually he put me down and leaned in to kiss again. A moan stopped him. Or rather, a sigh and a groan. We turned our faces to the source of the sound.

'If you don't mind, could anyone get me down now?' Legolas's muffled voice came from through the cobwebs. Tinwë grumbled and drew a knife as he walked toward the hanging heap of Legolas. He cut the thread loose above Legolas' head and with a thud the Elf landed on the floor. I snickered.

'Anything else, your majesty?' Tinwë said in mock-politeness.

'If it's not too much trouble, then yes, I'd like to have these sticky things removed.' With a sigh Tinwë sat down and carefully started cutting Legolas' sticky covering open. After a little while there sat two princes in the grass, one smirking and one looking mightily pissed off. Welcome back Legolas.

~*~ Legolas's POV ~*~

Why am I doing this again? Right, because Aragorn and I had an understanding. And Elena alone I can still manage, at least, partly. The same goes for Tinwë. But Elena and Tinwë is just too much.

We'd ridden back to the main path and not far from there we'd made a camp. Then the said couple argued over Elena's departure, but then they decided that arguing was a waste of energy and that they'd discuss the rest later. Meaning that they were now glued to each other and kissing rather noisily and shamelessly, right at the other side of the fire. Highly frustrating.

'Would you two just stop that?' I asked. No reply. 'Could you go and do that elsewhere?' Still no response. 'Hello?' Tinwë pushed Elena backwards and crawled on top of her. Oh please. I'm not going to stay and watch this. 'I'll just be off for a walk then, if you need me.'

Fortunately I knew a small glade nearby and quietly headed there. I sat down against a tree and stared at the stars; the jewels of the nighttime sky. Singing softly to myself I started to compose a song of praise for Elbereth; there could never be enough of those.

It wasn't until late the next morning that I returned to our camp. That way Elena and Tinwë should've had enough time for their morning rituals and whatnots, and most importantly; they'd probably gotten dressed by now. To my relief my guess had been correct and the couple was lazily sitting against a tree; Elena comfortably leaning hear head against Tinwë's shoulder with her eyes closed. Enough of this! I cleared my throat.

'Legolas! There you are! We wondered where you could've gone off to!' Tinwë exclaimed as he looked up.

'No wonder...' I whispered to myself. 'Are you ready to depart? I'd like to be off before noon.'

'Almost.' He gently nudged Elena and her eyes shot open. 'Time to go,' he whispered.

'So soon?' she asked.

'This soon.'

She let out a sad sigh. 'Then I guess this is the final goodbye...' she let her fingers run through his hair. Still waiting...

'Be careful out there, and don't do anything silly. I can't always be there to rescue you,' Blessed be Elbereth! He's not coming with us! 'and I can't put much trust in my brother either...' He touched her side for a moment. I glared at him. I can take care of anyone perfectly fine, thank you very much.

'I know...' And there's another reason why I hate the girl... 'Goodbye then.' They kissed for a moment. How much longer are they going to need?

'Goodbye.' She got up, grabbed her pack and attached it to her saddle. She mounted her horse, and so did I.

'Ready to go?' she asked.

'I was ready ages ago. I was waiting for you...' I replied irritably.

'Bye Tinwë!' she waved at him. I sighed and rode off. She'd follow me then, and not take another age before she was finally ready to go. To Rivendell and back as soon as possible was my goal now, and nothing would get in the way.

~*~ Elena's POV ~*~

I was sticky, covered in black gooey icky stuff, I stank, my hair was a mess, my clothes were stained with black spider blood... in other words: Prince of the Ponce wouldn't allow me to bathe again. How tiring can one person be?

Very.

And I missed Tinwë, awfully. Legolas never really gave us the time for a proper goodbye, and I still felt as if a lot of things between us had been left unspoken, even though they were important. Aw, dammit, why couldn't he just be human? It's amazing how much I got attached to him in only a couple of days...

It was now three days since the spiders and the stupid forest just didn't seem to come to an end. Legolas kept ordering me around again, Tinwë was nowhere in sight and even though the shadow had departed from the forest I still felt as though I was blind. I was still PMS-ing and right now I couldn't be more miserable. At least, that's what I thought. Until we came upon a dark stream that crossed the path, but there was no bridge. A bad feeling nested itself in the back of my mind and I shifted uncomfortably. For some reason or other it seemed so awfully familiar... Dark, crossing the path, no bridge, a shady air about it... hey; the enchanted stream! This is where Bombur fell in the water because of that deer! Whoa! Cool!

I bet I'll fall in...

'We'll be crossing this stream,' Legolas stated.

'Are we? How were you planning on doing that when there's no bridge?' I asked. Hah! Betcha he didn't think of that.

'Like that,' he pointed at a raft floating in the water not far from the path. Drat.

'Oh.'

I watched Legolas as he dismounted and went to fetch the raft. I knew for sure that something would go wrong, I could just feel it...

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E/N: Well, that's all for now- sorry for cutting off there. But then again, that's what a cliffhanger was invented for; and otherwise this chapter would go on WAY too long. Hope you enjoyed it!

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.

naneth – mother

ada (plural adar) – father

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IMPORTANT NOTE: Some of the reviews were deleted in the FF.Net crisis a while ago. If you're not in the list below for some reason then please accept my apology- I couldn't find your review anymore...

Nienna Telrunya: =) Thanks for the compliments! It is very flattering of you to leave them- I'm glad that you like my style. After all, I'm trying the best I can. I hope you have enjoyed this chapter as well!

Hiro-tyre: Thanks for the review, I guess... I suppose it was meant to be positive, but I couldn't entirely tell for certain...

The_moron: Thank you muchly for your review- it is very appreciated. Just one thing... exactly why are you a dickhead?

The Whisperer: Yes, Tinwë does mean spark. Originally it was the name Tolkien chose for Elwë Singollo, but later he changed it for some reason or other. In any case, it isn't really a Quenya or Sindarin name- it goes back to the root of the elvish languages. And congrats with finishing the Silmarillion, it's a very nice book. Beleg Cúthalion s one of my favorite Elves... and Finrod Felagund. He's cool. I learned a lot from Ardalambion (there are essays on the grammar there), and have used the links he left there to get to good elvish dictionaries. Eventually I found some good ones for Quenya and Sindarin. If you want me to, I could look up the links for you.

Sycogerl64: If it makes you feel any better- I joined the PPC to help get rid of the 'Sues. And I'm currently writing an essay as to why writing a Sue is not a good idea. I hope it helps... glad you enjoyed it!

murr: Actually, I've been in Holland. And Germany. And in school, studying exams. But I'm glad you like my story and exercise such patience... thank you for the review!

Erikalya Arvanesse: Here's your update, hope you like it! And thank you for the 3 reviews; I'm glad you enjoy the story and find it worth complimenting- I0m doing the best I can not to make it cliché.

Insane Person of the Darkness: *blinks* Uh, right... that was an... interesting review... I take it that it was positive? It seems to be... thanks anyway; always good to see some insanity developing!

Witchmaster: *nods* Indeed, we wouldn't be in that situation in the first place... *sigh* How I would love to meet Beleg Cúthalion or Finrod Felagund... they're so spiffy... *goes all fangirly* *is scared of self*

Oasisrocker: I know what you mean- I have had the same problem. I'm glad you think me to be a good author; it is always nice to be appreciated. I hope you enjoyed this chapter just as much as everyone else... as to Legolas and Elena... now that would be telling! ;-)

Hoppi: Heh. Very amusing review... don't worry- I didn't fall off the face of the Earth... yet. Anyway, great to see such enthusiasm! Hope you enjoyed the update!

ElvenPickle: =) Don't give up hope- I will always be back! *insert evil laughter here* Uh, right... 'twas quite a strong line indeed... Legolas is quite good at bitching, apparently. Evil muse… Oh yeah- I put the expression up in the Hall of Expressions on my website. If you have more to submit; they're all welcome! I'll see if I can add the saying into the story somehow...

Insane Orli: Yes, it became a fic. Check out "Chaos, panic, disorder, my work is done here" if you're interested. And I'm glad that you enjoy this story. |:o) (Btw- Legolas is too proud to watch her achieve something alone...)

Skylar: Thank you very much for your nice review- I'm glad to see that you like Tinwë so much. He's a very cute Elf... I shall not stop writing, I like the story too much for that...

Kat: You evil reviewer, you... ;-) Legolas is a real prick sometimes... what a royal pain in the backside... *deep sigh inserted here* Wish I could have Tinwë for real... cute bad boy Elf-ness... =) Glad you liked the chappie!

BloodyVixen: Yes, Legolas is a meanie... I take it your review meant that you liked it?

Ariach: o.O you really read a lot... wow. *blushingness* Nice of you to say that you think this story is good... 'tis very appreciated. And please don't send Legolas after me; Estel in my head is bad enough...

Videl-14: Mirkwood always sounded scary to me too... fortunately this is set after WotR and the Shadow had already departed... yup, on the road again... and as you can see it means trouble! =) happy you enjoy it.

Raphael the Andromeda: =) You're welcome. And no, thankingness isn't a word, but it's typically something I would say too... which is nice. Thank you for the review. As to Highschool: I'm going to kill Endy, I think. But I really hope that an update won't be too far away anymore...

Chocolat elf: Heheh, lazy bum. Oh well... And it needed to fall back in to place at one point- simple mockery without any progress and growing of characters would have gotten boring... more on-the-road trouble coming up, yet slightly different. Enjoy the summer!

Elanhin: Now, now... hate is a strong word... maybe temporarily disliking Legolas for being such a prick? Thanks for the review- good to see that you enjoy it.

sexyelvenfreak: Uhm... well, it's good that you enjoy my story. But one thing to be set straight- Elena is a fictional character; I made her up. We have pretty much nothing in common, in fact- I'm not even a Legolas fangirl. And I do believe that Elena's dilemma is interesting, yes. Thank you for the review.

Narikia: =) Thank you! Glad you liked my story so far!

Missy: Thank you for your sensible, civilized and kind review. It was very helpful. Now I shall also be helpful, and give you the definition of a flame. "A personal attack on the author, not necessarily related to the works of said author." As for constructive criticism... "A judgement of a piece of work, built up slowly in a civilized manner with helpful tips for improvement." Telling me what to do and what I should not do falls in the first category, not the last. I don't mind you not liking my story, but don't take it out on me. It makes no sense. And tips for improvement would be more welcome than some angered shouts. As to having to "stop degrading Tolkien's characters into sissy boys"... did you even read the books? Then surely you know of "Ai! Ai! A Balrog! A Balrog is come!" I based Legolas on what Tolkien left for me; which isn't much and that leaves a lot of wriggle room for me. My Legolas, to be frank, is more in character than in most of the stories here. If you don't like a less than perfect Legolas (I'm sorry honey, but he just isn't perfect. Live with it) then I suggest that you go find yourself a nice Mary Sue story and enjoy it. It seems more suitable to your taste. Apart from that, I wrote this story for the sole purpose of mocking Legolas. Can you read properly in the first place? Surely you must have noted the warning in the summary and the ten warnings or so in the first author's notes. As to my sense of humor- I appreciate it, people who know me appreciate it and every other reader but you appreciates it for what it is. I will not simply change it for one in two hundred or so. Nor should you change your sense of humor; all you should learn is that your opinion is nothing more than that and it will have no effect in getting things to go your way unless you support it with strong arguments. And as far as I can see, there are none. Denethor enjoyed your flame. Have a nice day, 'Missy'.

Black Pearl: Hmmm... Legolas in need of slapping? I shall keep it in mind... glad you still read my fic and seem to enjoy it. =)

Mellon: I might just send you the translation, but I must warn you- is a bit of dirty talking... ;-) Glad you enjoyed the chapter!

Special thanks to the following people for bothering to e-mail me their reviews:

Pam Erickson / Laura: Leggy-poo? *blinks* Okay... well I'm glad that you enjoy this so much anyway, despite my Legolas-bashing. =) I hope you enjoyed this chapter as well. As to where I come up with it- I wish I knew for certain, then I'd go there more often... thanks for the compliments!

Gizmo LittleWing: It needed character exploring- it would get boring and a drag otherwise. Am v. happy that you enjoy it so much. Thankingness!

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