Near dawn of the next day, Legolas and Maqueden walked silently into
Kyriana's room, not wanting to wake her. The problem was, she was already
awake. Legolas looked warily at Maqueden, who nodded.
"Yes?" Kyriana asked, wincing as she spoke. The pain in her ribs worsened, but she ignored it. These two friends, who she would trust with her life, were going to get her out of this predicament. Somehow.
"I have a... a proposition." Legolas spoke, as though he were unsure of his confidence, unsure of his words. "Something to keep you safe and away from your father until we are... wed." He spoke the word neither with distaste nor with great like.
Kyriana merely nodded. Words were too much effort to bother with.
"I will speak to my father of this... but I need your consent to do so." Legolas said slowly, allowing her time to protest at the end of his sentence. Kyriana nodded again and motioned him to continue. "We would work out an agreement. Send your father away somewhere. Until he leaves, you will stay with Maqueden and Elenna."
"Where would you send him?" Kyriana asked suddenly, her voice scratchy and dry from disuse.
"Away from here. Far enough away that if he decided to come back we would have enough time to get you safely away. Probably to Gondor, where Aragorn can watch him."
"You will not harm him." Kyriana said, her tone firmer than usual.
"Certainly not. But he did hurt you in more ways than one, you know." Legolas reminded her, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Maqueden seated herself in the window seat.
"I know. You will not harm him."
Legolas nodded. A thick silence settled over the room, and for a while the three were content to sit on company of one another and listen to the silence. The sun crept steadily higher over the trees, until it hung high in the sky.
Legolas finally stood. "Will you come?"
"I'll come." Kyriana sighed. "Ada will have my head for this, you know."
"You'll be perfectly safe until we are wed." He spoke the word freely now, though it was still not with the greatest of like.
"Trust me." Maqueden spoke quietly, one eye on the window, the other on the door. "Elenna and I can keep you safe."
"What do you plan to do with my father?" Kyriana asked.
"Send him somewhere. He will not be harmed, I assure you."
Kyriana smiled and swung her legs over the side of the bed. As she moved towards the door, Legolas noticed a limp in her walk.
"You did not tell me she was injured." He muttered quietly as they walked out the door.
"I took it to mind that you already knew." Maqueden murmured back, watching as Kyriana paused at the end of the hallway.
Legolas smiled and started for the door. Kyriana followed him. Maqueden did not.
"I can't go in front of your father in this." She said, motioning to her strange garb.
"He won't care."
Maqueden stood from her perch on the window seat. As she walked out into the hall, she received many strange looks from the palace staff, though no one said anything. As they neared Thranduil's office, both Legolas and Maqueden could feel the fear radiating from Kyriana. When Legolas knocked softly on the door and pushed it open, Maqueden laid a reassuring hand on Kyriana's shoulder.
The trio shuffled their way into Thranduil's office. Legolas flopped down on a chair. Kyriana sat rigidly upright, a faraway look in her eyes. Maqueden remained standing. As Thranduil looked up from his papers, he caught sighe of Kyriana's bruises and cuts. The first words out of his mouth were, "What happened to you?"
Kyriana sighed. "My father." She choked, tears in her eyes.
"Your father?" Thranduil gaped, setting down his pen, which had remained poised over the papers laying on his desk. "Why would your father do this to you?"
"He has done this to me since I was very small. He takes his anger out on me."
"We had an... agreement. But you must help us if it is to be put into action." Legolas spoke slowly. "You would send her father... away. I have promised that no harm will befall him while he is gone. Until he leaves, Kyriana will stay with Maqueden and Elenna." The king gave him a quizzical look. "For safety." He added quickly.
"And where would you have me send him?"
"Gondor, if at all possible." As he paused, he caught the puzzled glance the king sent his way. Sighing, he explained. "Aragorn and Arwen can keep an eye on him."
"I see." Thranduil sighed. "All right. Call him in. Out, all of you. And Legolas?"
The youngest prince turned to face his father. "Yes, Ada?" (father)
"This doesn't mean that the wedding is off." Thranduil said, his voice deadly serious, though a small smile graced his features.
"I know." With a grin, Legolas turned and walked away.
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Alaklain was summoned to Thranduil's office just after lunch. He walked down the hall wondering what on middle-earth the king would want with him, pushed open the door, walked inside, and sat down on one of the chairs beside the window.
King Thranduil looked over his papers at Alaklain. "I have a proposition for you." He said quietly. His icy blue eyes had a strange glare to them.
"Yes, Highness?" Alaklain asked as politely as he could. All traces of his former rudeness were gone.
The king sighed and tried to act as though this was real. "We are having trouble with spiders along our borders. I would like to send you with a few of my men to evaluate this problem. It shouldn't take you more than a few months. Oh, have no fear. You will be perfectly safe, I promise you. No harm shall befall you whilst you are in company of my troops. And yes, you will be back in time for your daughter's wedding." The king said, answering Alaklain's unasked question.
"I will go if your highness wills it of me." Alaklain said, standing.
"You are dismissed, then." Thranduil said, waving him out of the door. After he heard the footsteps fading away, he called, "You can come in now!"
Legolas, Maqueden, Elenna, and Kyriana all filed silently into the room. "I thought you said you would send him to Gondor!" Kyriana said, though her eyes were filled with laughter as she thought of her father off hunting invisible spiders. Truth was, Thranduil was sending him into the forest with a few of his retired men, who would lead him on a wild orc chase for a few months. When he came back, Kyriana would be princess of Mirkwood and could do whatever she pleased to him. There was silence for a moment, before Kyriana asked, "How long until they leave?"
"Two weeks." Thranduil said, standing and walking to his window. "Kyriana, I advise you. Stay inside. Don't come here, Legolas will come to you. And if anyone strange or suspicious comes knocking on your door, don't answer it."
Kyriana grinned. Thranduil was treating her like his daughter, and she liked it. It had been a couple hundred years since she had felt that she was cared for by anyone, and it was sometimes overwhelming. She nodded and walked out of the room, closely followed by Legolas the twins.
"I'll warn you now, this is spring cleaning week. Which means that a lot of dust on shelves will be coming off." Elenna said gently, though her eyes held laughter. "So... pack lots of loose shirts and pants, if you have any."
Maqueden emerged from the bathroom, now clad in a dress. "Elenna, you know how much I hate these things!" She moaned, tripping over the skirt.
"Get used to it. You're a lady, you should wear dresses, not those awful trousers..."
"Tough."
"You shouldn't hate them." Legolas said quietly. "You look great in them."
Maqueden blushed, trying to hide it by turning abruptly to face Elenna. Her twin stifled a giggle at Maqueden's cherry-red face. Legolas spotted her ears turning red and laughed.
"Can't handle a compliment?" He asked, grinning. "Elbereth, he is beautiful when he does that." Maqueden thought, smiling at him in return.
"Well... we should go. Sure you can handle coming to find us in the dark all by yourself?" Maqueden asked. "If not, I can send someone to find you...I'm sure-"
Legolas silenced her with a glare. "I can find my way on my own perfectly well, thank you. I'll see you tonight." Ignoring the fluttering in his stomach as he watched Maqueden disappear behind the door, he thought, "WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY?! She's my best friend!!"
To Maqueden, this feeling was nothing new. She'd felt this way every time she saw him for almost a thousand years. And this was no different. But... something about the way he spoke to her with that last "see-you-later" Made her think that maybe... maybe he was returning her feelings.
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Three days into her stay with Maqueden and Elenna, Kyriana was getting used to the twin's eccentric style of living. Maqueden cooked and did the dishes. Elenna cleaned. And worked in the flower garden.
"I'm going outside! Anyone want to come?" Elenna asked. Kyriana followed her outside to where her small garden lay, not a weed in sight.
"How do you keep it so clean? I could never keep the weeds out of my garden." Kyriana asked, watching as Elenna gently placed a seed in the soil and covered it.
"It's a memory garden." Elenna murmured, reaching for another seed.
"Oh." Kyriana was silent for a moment. Then, "What's a memory garden?"
"This particular one is in memory of my... of Astoldominien."
"You've mentioned him before, but I don't know who he is." Kyriana said quietly, afraid she was hurting Elenna with these questions.
"He was -is- the elf I am engaged to. But a thousand years ago he... well, some say he died. But I know he's still out there somewhere. I would have felt him die... Our love was that strong."
"Then why don't you go find him?" Kyriana asked, leaning against the wall for the shade.
"My sister needs me." Elenna answered dryly. If Kyriana knew the real reason she was afraid to find him...
The two stayed quiet for a while, as Elenna worked on the garden and Kyriana slipped away into her own little world.
"Elenna?" Maqueden hollered, breaking the silence.
"What?" Came the answer.
"Where are you?" Maqueden yelled, drying her hands on a towel and rolling her sleeves up as she walked outside, carrying a bucket of dirty water.
"Outside!" Elenna yelled back, looking up from the flower garden
Maqueden opened the door and stepped outside into the cool May air, lugging the bucket of water. Her hair fell into her face as she stumbled to the fence to dump the water out. SPLASH! The sound was not that of water hitting the ground.
"AAAAAAH!" Someone yelled. Elenna laughed from across the yard. Maqueden sat the bucket upside down on the ground and brushed her hair from her face, then looked up to see a sopping wet Legolas.
"Oops." She laughed as Legolas wrung the water from his hair. "Sorry. I couldn't see you."
Legolas laughed with the twins and Kyriana as he headed inside. "It's all right." He chuckled, kicking off his sodden boots at the door and stepping inside the house. "I needed that. I wasn't fully awake yet."
"Well, too bad for you." Maqueden tossed him a towel. "So... need anything? Food? Clothes? A place to stay?"
"Nope. I was bored and somehow managed to get out of my lessons today..." He shuddered. "Valar knows how much I hate them."
"Why?" Kyriana asked. "The only thing I know how to do is cook, clean and sew. And how to pull weeds." She added hastily, catching Elenna's eye and laughing.
"Ah. Good then. You can go in my place. I bet he'd hardly notice."
The twins laughed. Kyriana looked happy but said nothing.
"So... what do you want to do, now that your... Now that we have time?" Legolas asked, carefully avoiding using the word 'father'.
"I don't know." Kyriana answered, her gaze going to the window.
"Have you two started planning your wedding yet?" Maqueden asked, grinning. Legolas turned his head so fast at the word 'wedding' that he got a crick in his neck.
Rubbing it, he sighed. "No, we haven't." Shooting her a please-don't- mention-that-again sort of look, he hastily changed the subject. "What'd you go dumping a whole bucket of water on me for, then?" He asked, as he brushed a few strands of wet hair off of his face.
Maqueden looked appalled. "I didn't mean to... Honestly, I couldn't see you..."
Legolas laughed. "It's fine. Forget it."
"So... Now that we're here... what are we going to do?"
"I don't know."
"There's always the river... we can go swimming." Elenna pointed out. "Although Legolas looks like he's had enough of the water for one day."
"Nah." The blond prince shook his head, sending droplets of water everywhere. The girls shrieked and covered their faces with their hands.
"So let's go!"
Maqueden and Legolas raced each other, as usual. Kyriana and Elenna strayed behind, both content to walk in silence. When they reached their usual swimming hole, Maqueden and Legolas were nowhere to be seen. Figuring one had chased the other into the forest or something, they both shed their shoes and shawls and walked to the waters edge to step in. At that precise moment, two shapes came hurtling out of nowhere. One tackled Elenna, the other tackled Kyriana. Elenna laughed when she saw that she was pinned to the ground by her sister. Kyriana smiled weakly and struggled out from under Legolas, stood, and walked to the edge of the river. She stuck her toes in but did not actually get into the water, preferring to sit and watch as the other three got into a dunking war.
This time it was Elenna who won, and the other two submitted to their mandatory dunking. The three headed back , sodden and chill. On the way, the stopped to watch the sunset. Legolas went his own way, again ignoring the fluttering in his stomach as he remembered how close to Maqueden and he had been all day. Mentally smacking himself, he reminded himself that now was not the time to find himself crushing on the girl who had offered to find him his perfect match.
A/N: THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! I HAD A WONDERFUL SPRING BREAK!!!!!!! Yeeeehaa!!! *thinks to self* Southern thang... It's longer this time! Five pages size 10 font! Anyhoo, my cousin didn't have a lot of time to edit this, so if you find a ton of mistakes, ignore them.
THANK-YOU'S
cherryfaerie- yeah... sorry 'bout that. It was supposed to be Novancaion and Allyiah, but I was thinking about Elenna and Astoldominien, so I wrote Astoldominien instead of Novancaion. *throws one more peanut* haha, just kidding. You reviewed. I'm being nice.
Arwen's-Fate - *hands over a peanut* Yes, Fifi is fine. I had an AWESOME spring break!!! Cousins RULE!!! Elspcially mine, cuz she's sorta editing this....
Lady Pirates- well, if Thranduil didn't force Legolas to marry Kyriana, we wouldn't have a story, would we? Just go with me, okay?
Yahoo-chocolate-bars- Chocolate rules!!! Thanks for reviewing!!!
"Yes?" Kyriana asked, wincing as she spoke. The pain in her ribs worsened, but she ignored it. These two friends, who she would trust with her life, were going to get her out of this predicament. Somehow.
"I have a... a proposition." Legolas spoke, as though he were unsure of his confidence, unsure of his words. "Something to keep you safe and away from your father until we are... wed." He spoke the word neither with distaste nor with great like.
Kyriana merely nodded. Words were too much effort to bother with.
"I will speak to my father of this... but I need your consent to do so." Legolas said slowly, allowing her time to protest at the end of his sentence. Kyriana nodded again and motioned him to continue. "We would work out an agreement. Send your father away somewhere. Until he leaves, you will stay with Maqueden and Elenna."
"Where would you send him?" Kyriana asked suddenly, her voice scratchy and dry from disuse.
"Away from here. Far enough away that if he decided to come back we would have enough time to get you safely away. Probably to Gondor, where Aragorn can watch him."
"You will not harm him." Kyriana said, her tone firmer than usual.
"Certainly not. But he did hurt you in more ways than one, you know." Legolas reminded her, sitting down on the edge of her bed. Maqueden seated herself in the window seat.
"I know. You will not harm him."
Legolas nodded. A thick silence settled over the room, and for a while the three were content to sit on company of one another and listen to the silence. The sun crept steadily higher over the trees, until it hung high in the sky.
Legolas finally stood. "Will you come?"
"I'll come." Kyriana sighed. "Ada will have my head for this, you know."
"You'll be perfectly safe until we are wed." He spoke the word freely now, though it was still not with the greatest of like.
"Trust me." Maqueden spoke quietly, one eye on the window, the other on the door. "Elenna and I can keep you safe."
"What do you plan to do with my father?" Kyriana asked.
"Send him somewhere. He will not be harmed, I assure you."
Kyriana smiled and swung her legs over the side of the bed. As she moved towards the door, Legolas noticed a limp in her walk.
"You did not tell me she was injured." He muttered quietly as they walked out the door.
"I took it to mind that you already knew." Maqueden murmured back, watching as Kyriana paused at the end of the hallway.
Legolas smiled and started for the door. Kyriana followed him. Maqueden did not.
"I can't go in front of your father in this." She said, motioning to her strange garb.
"He won't care."
Maqueden stood from her perch on the window seat. As she walked out into the hall, she received many strange looks from the palace staff, though no one said anything. As they neared Thranduil's office, both Legolas and Maqueden could feel the fear radiating from Kyriana. When Legolas knocked softly on the door and pushed it open, Maqueden laid a reassuring hand on Kyriana's shoulder.
The trio shuffled their way into Thranduil's office. Legolas flopped down on a chair. Kyriana sat rigidly upright, a faraway look in her eyes. Maqueden remained standing. As Thranduil looked up from his papers, he caught sighe of Kyriana's bruises and cuts. The first words out of his mouth were, "What happened to you?"
Kyriana sighed. "My father." She choked, tears in her eyes.
"Your father?" Thranduil gaped, setting down his pen, which had remained poised over the papers laying on his desk. "Why would your father do this to you?"
"He has done this to me since I was very small. He takes his anger out on me."
"We had an... agreement. But you must help us if it is to be put into action." Legolas spoke slowly. "You would send her father... away. I have promised that no harm will befall him while he is gone. Until he leaves, Kyriana will stay with Maqueden and Elenna." The king gave him a quizzical look. "For safety." He added quickly.
"And where would you have me send him?"
"Gondor, if at all possible." As he paused, he caught the puzzled glance the king sent his way. Sighing, he explained. "Aragorn and Arwen can keep an eye on him."
"I see." Thranduil sighed. "All right. Call him in. Out, all of you. And Legolas?"
The youngest prince turned to face his father. "Yes, Ada?" (father)
"This doesn't mean that the wedding is off." Thranduil said, his voice deadly serious, though a small smile graced his features.
"I know." With a grin, Legolas turned and walked away.
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Alaklain was summoned to Thranduil's office just after lunch. He walked down the hall wondering what on middle-earth the king would want with him, pushed open the door, walked inside, and sat down on one of the chairs beside the window.
King Thranduil looked over his papers at Alaklain. "I have a proposition for you." He said quietly. His icy blue eyes had a strange glare to them.
"Yes, Highness?" Alaklain asked as politely as he could. All traces of his former rudeness were gone.
The king sighed and tried to act as though this was real. "We are having trouble with spiders along our borders. I would like to send you with a few of my men to evaluate this problem. It shouldn't take you more than a few months. Oh, have no fear. You will be perfectly safe, I promise you. No harm shall befall you whilst you are in company of my troops. And yes, you will be back in time for your daughter's wedding." The king said, answering Alaklain's unasked question.
"I will go if your highness wills it of me." Alaklain said, standing.
"You are dismissed, then." Thranduil said, waving him out of the door. After he heard the footsteps fading away, he called, "You can come in now!"
Legolas, Maqueden, Elenna, and Kyriana all filed silently into the room. "I thought you said you would send him to Gondor!" Kyriana said, though her eyes were filled with laughter as she thought of her father off hunting invisible spiders. Truth was, Thranduil was sending him into the forest with a few of his retired men, who would lead him on a wild orc chase for a few months. When he came back, Kyriana would be princess of Mirkwood and could do whatever she pleased to him. There was silence for a moment, before Kyriana asked, "How long until they leave?"
"Two weeks." Thranduil said, standing and walking to his window. "Kyriana, I advise you. Stay inside. Don't come here, Legolas will come to you. And if anyone strange or suspicious comes knocking on your door, don't answer it."
Kyriana grinned. Thranduil was treating her like his daughter, and she liked it. It had been a couple hundred years since she had felt that she was cared for by anyone, and it was sometimes overwhelming. She nodded and walked out of the room, closely followed by Legolas the twins.
"I'll warn you now, this is spring cleaning week. Which means that a lot of dust on shelves will be coming off." Elenna said gently, though her eyes held laughter. "So... pack lots of loose shirts and pants, if you have any."
Maqueden emerged from the bathroom, now clad in a dress. "Elenna, you know how much I hate these things!" She moaned, tripping over the skirt.
"Get used to it. You're a lady, you should wear dresses, not those awful trousers..."
"Tough."
"You shouldn't hate them." Legolas said quietly. "You look great in them."
Maqueden blushed, trying to hide it by turning abruptly to face Elenna. Her twin stifled a giggle at Maqueden's cherry-red face. Legolas spotted her ears turning red and laughed.
"Can't handle a compliment?" He asked, grinning. "Elbereth, he is beautiful when he does that." Maqueden thought, smiling at him in return.
"Well... we should go. Sure you can handle coming to find us in the dark all by yourself?" Maqueden asked. "If not, I can send someone to find you...I'm sure-"
Legolas silenced her with a glare. "I can find my way on my own perfectly well, thank you. I'll see you tonight." Ignoring the fluttering in his stomach as he watched Maqueden disappear behind the door, he thought, "WHY DO I FEEL THIS WAY?! She's my best friend!!"
To Maqueden, this feeling was nothing new. She'd felt this way every time she saw him for almost a thousand years. And this was no different. But... something about the way he spoke to her with that last "see-you-later" Made her think that maybe... maybe he was returning her feelings.
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Three days into her stay with Maqueden and Elenna, Kyriana was getting used to the twin's eccentric style of living. Maqueden cooked and did the dishes. Elenna cleaned. And worked in the flower garden.
"I'm going outside! Anyone want to come?" Elenna asked. Kyriana followed her outside to where her small garden lay, not a weed in sight.
"How do you keep it so clean? I could never keep the weeds out of my garden." Kyriana asked, watching as Elenna gently placed a seed in the soil and covered it.
"It's a memory garden." Elenna murmured, reaching for another seed.
"Oh." Kyriana was silent for a moment. Then, "What's a memory garden?"
"This particular one is in memory of my... of Astoldominien."
"You've mentioned him before, but I don't know who he is." Kyriana said quietly, afraid she was hurting Elenna with these questions.
"He was -is- the elf I am engaged to. But a thousand years ago he... well, some say he died. But I know he's still out there somewhere. I would have felt him die... Our love was that strong."
"Then why don't you go find him?" Kyriana asked, leaning against the wall for the shade.
"My sister needs me." Elenna answered dryly. If Kyriana knew the real reason she was afraid to find him...
The two stayed quiet for a while, as Elenna worked on the garden and Kyriana slipped away into her own little world.
"Elenna?" Maqueden hollered, breaking the silence.
"What?" Came the answer.
"Where are you?" Maqueden yelled, drying her hands on a towel and rolling her sleeves up as she walked outside, carrying a bucket of dirty water.
"Outside!" Elenna yelled back, looking up from the flower garden
Maqueden opened the door and stepped outside into the cool May air, lugging the bucket of water. Her hair fell into her face as she stumbled to the fence to dump the water out. SPLASH! The sound was not that of water hitting the ground.
"AAAAAAH!" Someone yelled. Elenna laughed from across the yard. Maqueden sat the bucket upside down on the ground and brushed her hair from her face, then looked up to see a sopping wet Legolas.
"Oops." She laughed as Legolas wrung the water from his hair. "Sorry. I couldn't see you."
Legolas laughed with the twins and Kyriana as he headed inside. "It's all right." He chuckled, kicking off his sodden boots at the door and stepping inside the house. "I needed that. I wasn't fully awake yet."
"Well, too bad for you." Maqueden tossed him a towel. "So... need anything? Food? Clothes? A place to stay?"
"Nope. I was bored and somehow managed to get out of my lessons today..." He shuddered. "Valar knows how much I hate them."
"Why?" Kyriana asked. "The only thing I know how to do is cook, clean and sew. And how to pull weeds." She added hastily, catching Elenna's eye and laughing.
"Ah. Good then. You can go in my place. I bet he'd hardly notice."
The twins laughed. Kyriana looked happy but said nothing.
"So... what do you want to do, now that your... Now that we have time?" Legolas asked, carefully avoiding using the word 'father'.
"I don't know." Kyriana answered, her gaze going to the window.
"Have you two started planning your wedding yet?" Maqueden asked, grinning. Legolas turned his head so fast at the word 'wedding' that he got a crick in his neck.
Rubbing it, he sighed. "No, we haven't." Shooting her a please-don't- mention-that-again sort of look, he hastily changed the subject. "What'd you go dumping a whole bucket of water on me for, then?" He asked, as he brushed a few strands of wet hair off of his face.
Maqueden looked appalled. "I didn't mean to... Honestly, I couldn't see you..."
Legolas laughed. "It's fine. Forget it."
"So... Now that we're here... what are we going to do?"
"I don't know."
"There's always the river... we can go swimming." Elenna pointed out. "Although Legolas looks like he's had enough of the water for one day."
"Nah." The blond prince shook his head, sending droplets of water everywhere. The girls shrieked and covered their faces with their hands.
"So let's go!"
Maqueden and Legolas raced each other, as usual. Kyriana and Elenna strayed behind, both content to walk in silence. When they reached their usual swimming hole, Maqueden and Legolas were nowhere to be seen. Figuring one had chased the other into the forest or something, they both shed their shoes and shawls and walked to the waters edge to step in. At that precise moment, two shapes came hurtling out of nowhere. One tackled Elenna, the other tackled Kyriana. Elenna laughed when she saw that she was pinned to the ground by her sister. Kyriana smiled weakly and struggled out from under Legolas, stood, and walked to the edge of the river. She stuck her toes in but did not actually get into the water, preferring to sit and watch as the other three got into a dunking war.
This time it was Elenna who won, and the other two submitted to their mandatory dunking. The three headed back , sodden and chill. On the way, the stopped to watch the sunset. Legolas went his own way, again ignoring the fluttering in his stomach as he remembered how close to Maqueden and he had been all day. Mentally smacking himself, he reminded himself that now was not the time to find himself crushing on the girl who had offered to find him his perfect match.
A/N: THANK YOU FOR REVIEWING!!! I HAD A WONDERFUL SPRING BREAK!!!!!!! Yeeeehaa!!! *thinks to self* Southern thang... It's longer this time! Five pages size 10 font! Anyhoo, my cousin didn't have a lot of time to edit this, so if you find a ton of mistakes, ignore them.
THANK-YOU'S
cherryfaerie- yeah... sorry 'bout that. It was supposed to be Novancaion and Allyiah, but I was thinking about Elenna and Astoldominien, so I wrote Astoldominien instead of Novancaion. *throws one more peanut* haha, just kidding. You reviewed. I'm being nice.
Arwen's-Fate - *hands over a peanut* Yes, Fifi is fine. I had an AWESOME spring break!!! Cousins RULE!!! Elspcially mine, cuz she's sorta editing this....
Lady Pirates- well, if Thranduil didn't force Legolas to marry Kyriana, we wouldn't have a story, would we? Just go with me, okay?
Yahoo-chocolate-bars- Chocolate rules!!! Thanks for reviewing!!!