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It's In His Kiss (Shoop Shoop Song)

My escort and I walked through the Palace. After wandering down several very long and very beautiful corridors adorned with all types of elven art we finally reached a door. I frowned; this was not the door I remembered the last time I was in Vebby's room. But then I realised they'd probably moved him into better apartments to make room for me.

"Hmm, as long as the décor's tolerable I guess we'll be fine." I mumbled to myself.

"Milady?"

"Nothing. I wasn't speaking to you." I declared haughtily. "Well? Open the door!" I told him. For a moment I thought he'd rolled his eyes, but then I decided that it was merely a trick of the light. After all he wasn't going to be nasty to his future sovereign now was he? Not unless he didn't have the brains to go with his brawn that is. Oh didn't I mention the fact that he was well muscled? No? Oh bad me. Let's put it this way shall we? If I wasn't so hooked up on Vebby I'd be asking to see his prowess with his arrow. Well, hopefully not quite as corny as that but you get my meaning…

Anyway warrior elf opened the door and I strolled into the Prince of Mirkwood's apartment.

"The Fangirl for the Prince of Mirkwood." The warrior elf declared.

I grinned. Vebby. Finally!

***

The warrior elf remained outside, closing the door behind me. The room was dark; a solitary silhouette standing in the pale light that was filtering through the tightly closed blinds. I took a step and then another and before I know it I was running into the silhouette's outstretched arms for a welcoming kiss.

***

"Argh! Lips of Thingy!" I declared, misquoting a favourite line from Buffy, "Thingy Lips!" I turned and spat out any foulness that my mouth had been polluted with. Then I marched over to the door, flung it open and glared up at the warrior elf who was leaning nonchalantly against the wall outside the room.

"Was this some kind of sick joke?" I demanded my eyes aflame with anger. "I said to take me to the prince of Mirkwood you prat!"

"But Milady," The warrior elf responded. "He is the Prince of Mirkwood."

"Now look, don't you play smart with me right elfy boy?" I said poking him in the stomach. "Or you might find I'll have stuck your arrows somewhere you'd prefer them not to be! Understand?" I waited to see if he dared to respond. He didn't. Wise elf. "Now take me to the real Prince of Mirkwood."

"But," Drawled a voice from the door, "I am the Prince of Mirkwood."

I glanced up at the ceiling. Something somewhere was rotten in the forest of Mirkwood. And it wasn't the wood.

***

"So let me get this straight." I said sitting on the floor with a glass of water, of what I had discovered was actually Thingaladion's room and not Veborion's. "The great and high and mighty and all knowing King Thranduil decided that after I left his only true heir and son, that his aforementioned son known by the name Veborion was not good enough to rule after Thranduil, when of course Thranduil goes over the sea. And as his daughter Legolas already has responsibilities with part ruling the dwarves he put you in Veborion's place. Right?"

"Correct." Came the smug answer.

"So you really are the Prince of Mirkwood?"

"Correct."

"So the fact that you tried to assassinate his only true heir and son has no bearing whatsoever?"

"Correct."

"You really are a smug bastard Thingaladion." I muttered, "Lucky as an extremely lucky individual, but also exceeding smug."

Thingaladion's response was to smirk smugly.

***

I left Thingy's room slightly downcast and ever so slightly desperate to wash out my mouth asap. "This." I declared to myself "Is something of a setback. Hmm. Not to worry. As soon as this damn feast is over I can set about finding Vebby and getting this mess sorted out. After all, this is only the first setback and its merely a misunderstanding. Shouldn't be too hard to get fixed."

Oh my naivety.

Idiot.

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oooooh. No Vebby just yet! And were you all expecting that? And what's gonna happen next? No idea – I just write the thing! No chapter tomorrow – I've got something on… R&R as usual in your masses please!