A/N: Okies, I'm leaving for Seattle tomorrow, but I am taking my laptop so I will write. If I bring the internet card I will update. The floppy drive doesn't work so… yeah.

With a little less than a week left until the wedding date, things were getting more than a little hectic. Maqueden was very stressed about the wedding, what with what Thranduil's reaction would be. Legolas was trying to keep her sane while also trying to keep himself de-stressed. All in all, it wasn't working. They were both scared out of their minds.

Maqueden, Legolas, and Kyriana left the castle one morning to find someone to cater the reception. After hours of searching, they finally found someone with elves people on staff to cater the huge reception. So it was that the three came in after a day of walking to find the dressmaker waiting for them in the entrance hall. Maqueden's dress was ready. The dressmaker commented on how "it was not made to fit a mother-to-be" and left when Legolas "accidentally" picked up his bow.

Maqueden laughed. She kicked off her shoes and sat down on Legolas's chair, and was almost asleep when someone knocked on his door. She heard Legolas walk to the door and open it, and was dimly aware of him speaking to someone. Then she heard the door closing and the sound of Legolas walking back across the room. He laid a hand on her shoulder and gently shook her awake, then showed her something held in his hand.

"It's a letter from Elenna. Apparently she got your last letter and is coming home with Astoldominien."

"WHAT?!" In surprise, Maqueden sat up and snatched the letter from Legolas, then read it for herself.

"Maqueden and Legolas," It read. "I received your last letter and I must give my thanks to Maqueden, who is entirely responsible for the return of Astoldominien's memory. He found her last letter in my room and read it, and somehow it sparked a memory… and now he remembers everything. We're coming home as soon as we can, and we hope we'll be there for your wedding… And Maqueden told us it was supposed to be a secret, so we haven't told anyone yet."

The rest of the letter was spent yammering on about things going on in Gondor, and what Aragorn's children were like, and boring things like that. Astoldominien ended the letter with: "You had better forgive her because you know darn well that I can take you down anytime, any place." Maqueden laughed; she knew he was referring to a centuries old bet they had made as to who was stronger. The bet had yet to be settled and the penalty for losing was running naked around the wall on the top of the castle in the middle of a thunderstorm. And if the loser got struck by lightning during their 100-yard dash, the winner was to submit to the same punishment.

Legolas laughed at the end of the letter and listened as Maqueden explained to him what the closing meant. He sighed and flopped down on his bed. Maqueden smiled and sat down next to him, yawning and laying her head on his shoulder.

"It's late." He whispered. "You should go to sleep."

"I know." She sighed. "But so should you. You need it more than I do…" She yawned again.

"Nah." He gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm not that tired."

Maqueden grinned. "I'm going home now." She yawned once more on her way out the door. Just as she reached for the door handle, she stopped, turned around, and blew him a kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow." She called as she closed his door.

"All right… I love you!" He called back. "One week." He thought to himself. "Just one more week and I won't have to keep this from my father any longer!!!" With that happy thought resting in his head, he took Maqueden's advice and fell asleep.

BACK IN GONDOR…

There was a little less than a week until the wedding. Elenna and Astoldominien were packing frantically in hopes of making it back in time to see Maqueden and Legolas pull off what might be the biggest stunt ever premeditated in Mirkwood and probably all of Middle Earth. Astoldominien was in his room, she was in hers. Already she had one bag packed, and she was working on the other. She was wearing some breeches and a loose shirt that Maqueden had left behind when she had returned to Mirkwood.

Astoldominien came into her room, shouldering his pack so he could give her a hug. Elenna threw her last dress into her bag and turned to face him. "Are you ready?"

"Yes."

She smiled. "Let's go. I've already told Aragorn and Arwen that we were leaving. All that's left to do is actually leave."

"So let's leave."

"All rightey then!" Elenna picked up her bags (they're… like saddle bags… I don't really know how to explain it…) and walked out the door of her room and into the hallway, where the seven daughters of Aragorn and Arwen stood to bid them farewell.

A/N: Okies. So I was working on the other story I'm writing and a sever bout of writers block decided it would like to try me as a home. This is what I got out before it decided it liked me too much to leave. I'm also leaving for Seattle in a week and would like to get at least one chapter on the other story I'm working on up, so don't expect another update before then. And yes, I can (and will) shoot peanuts at you from Seattle, too. Unless you live in Seattle. BTW, was anyone at the Diamondbacks game the night all the people in orange shirts sang the National Anthem? If you live in America? : ) And not England or something? Because if you do, I envy you very greatly!!!!!! thinks to self I AM THE QUEEN OF RANDOMNESS!!!!! MUAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA person more random than author WOODEN BADGERS! author NO! MY TITLE HAS BEEN TAKEN AWAY!!!!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! sob

And now that I have finished with my page long rant, I'm going to go try to figure out what the heck I want to do with the other story! Goodbye!