Disclaimer: I do not own LOTR, or any of its characters. Me: Wowyou elves really can't hold your liquor. Legolas: You're a fine one to talk. Or do you think I didn't see you doing belly shots off of my Ada's stomach? Me: He looks good for his age. Tastes good, too. Legolas: EwwwI'm not going to be able to get that picture out of my head for a decade. Me: Jealous? Lay down, and I'll get the tequila

A/N: Thanks once again to everyone who has reviewed! Sorry this update took so long, but I'm already working twelve hour daysyesterday I worked eighteen. I hate October.

Chapter 15

The Party's Over

It took quite a while, but Legolas finally succeeded in rounding up the Elves and transporting them back to his house. The hardest part was prying Arwen loose from Viggohe had nearly had to decapitate the poor actor to do it.

He had put the staff to work making pot after pot of strong coffee, hoping fervently that it would help sober up the twins, who were still drunk from last night. Everyone else simply suffered from horrible hangovers.

"Where's the Hobbit?" Elladan asked, turning his nose up at yet another cup of coffee.

"He wasn't a Hobbit, 'Danhe was an actor. They were all actors," Legolas said, giving a meaningful look to Arwen, who had resumed weeping.

"He had furry feet."

"His feet were normal, human feet. You are obsessed with feet!" Elrond muttered, trying to get Elrohir to suck down another mouthful of java.

Haldir was still seething with rage at Glorfindel, who merely grinned and wiggled his fingers at the big Elf whenever he caught his eye. Glorfindel was sorely disappointed that there had been no fight that morning - Legolas had threatened to tell their agents that the stories that were bound to appear in the next edition of the tabloids were true, if they so much as poked a finger at each other.

Erestor was currently lying on the sofa with a cold compress across his eyes. If ever an Elf did not look his best, it was Erestor at this moment.

"'Restoryou were a warrior - how did you ever let yourself get beat up by a human female?" Celeborn asked, raising an eyebrow, and wincing when Erestor removed the compress from his eyes revealing the shiner on his right eye.

"I am not a warrior anymoreI am an accountantbesides, she was really, really fast, and I was really, really drunk," Erestor moaned, covering his eyes with the washcloth again.

Legolas sighed, looking at his friends and thinking about how much things had changed. He went to the window, looking out at the view, remembering Mirkwood, the Fellowship, Rivendell, Lorien, Gondormemories flew past his eyes with lightning speed.

"A Lorien gold piece for your thoughts, Legolas," Haldir said quietly, coming to stand beside the Elf.

"Do you remember how it used to be, Haldir? What we used to be like? Do you remember how the forest smelled? I bought 100 acres of forest out in Montana, and I go there once in a while to remember, but it's just not the same."

"One thing remains the same, mellon ninI can still outshoot you," Haldir said with a laugh.

Legolas chuckled. "You couldn't outshoot me then, and I'd wager you still couldn't. I'm surprised you made that shot during the presentation!"

"Wanna bet? I still practice - you're the one I thought might just shoot Orlando by mistake."

"What do you want to bet?"

"Let's make it interestingloser has to do whatever the winner demands."

"Within reason"

"Now you're hedging the bet. Loser does WHATEVER the winner demands."

"You're going to be a very sorry Elf, Haldir," Legolas laughed, slapping the other Elf on the shoulder. "You're on!"

"You're on what, Haldir? I knew you had to be on something" Elladan grinned, coming up behind the two Elves at the window, evidently finally sobered up enough to have rational thoughts.

Haldir rolled his eyes at Legolas. Turning to Elladan he said, "I'm not on anything. I was making a bet with Legolas that I could outshoot him."

"Yououtshoot Legolas?" Elladan laughed, "Not a chance! Now me, on the hand"

:"You what? You think you can outshoot Legolas?" Haldir scoffed, looking down his nose at the dark haired twin.

"I think I might outshoot himbut I know I can outshoot you!"

"Either you're still drunk, or completely delusional, Peredhil," Haldir replied, narrowing his eyes at Elladan.

"He could outshoot you, broit's me he couldn't match," Elrohir laughed, joining the trio at the window.

"The Hobbits could've out shot the two of you," Glorfindel snorted, "I however, could outshoot both Legolas and Haldir with my eyes closed."

Later that afternoon, the Elves gathered out in the back of Legolas' house where he had had an archery range installed. Rows of bulls-eyes stood across the field from them where they stood. Each of the five Elves competing stood with bow in hand across from a target.

Elrond stood to one side, while the rest of the Elves stood in a group, watching the competition.

"On your markget setfire!" Elrond called.

Thwunk. Thwunk. Thwunk. Thwunk. Thuwnk.

Five arrows found their marks.

"Boring! A five hundred year old could do this!" Elrohir complained, frowning at the five bulls-eyes.

"Bah! You just don't know how to get creative," Glorfindel laughed, taking out a strip of cloth from his pocket. Tying it over his eyes, he quickly notched and shot another arrow.

Thwunk. Another bulls-eye.

"Pleasethat must be the oldest trick in the book," Haldir scoffed. He turned around so that his back faced the targets, and fired an arrow over his shoulder.

Thwunk. Another bulls-eye.

"You have very little sense of creativity, Haldir!" Elladan chuckled. He also turned his back to the target, bent over and shot an arrow through his legs.

Thwunk. Another bulls-eye.

Looking around, Elladan was the first to realize that Legolas had disappeared. "Where did Legolas go? Don't tell me he's given up already?"

"Nopelook up there!" Elrohir said, pointing to the roof of the house, nearly 300 yards away. They could see a figure standing on the rooftop, bow in hand.

Thwunk.

Looking back at the target, three arrows twanged in the very heart of the bulls-eye.

"Damnhe's still got it," Haldir grudgingly admitted, looking back at the Elf on the roof.

"What's he going to make you do, Haldir?" Elladan asked, lifting an eyebrow at the Elf.

:"I don't knowbut I can guarantee that I won't like it."