Heh – another chapter. And I'm writing this one in work too! Bad bad bad bad bad me. What can I say? I have no excuse… And I don't own it either so there…

Get The Party Started.

I went back to my beautiful guest room to get ready for the banquet. Conveniently for me I had been provided with an entire set of beautiful outfits to wear. Just one problem – which one to choose?

Finally I settled on the blue gown. A sweeping-the-floor makes you look incredible no matter what you really look like kinda dress. I always thought I looked good in blue. In this kind of dress I looked fantastic.

After primping and preening for the best part of several hours (well looking good does take a lot of time and effort y'know) I was ready. At least ready as I ever was gonna be. I took one long look at the mirror and then made my way down to the banquet.

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I sat right next to Thranduil on the table. Being guest of honour was pretty neat; I mused as I gazed down at all the elves that sat on the more 'common' tables. "Up here with royalty," I almost silently murmured. "As it should be!"

"Ladies and Gentlemen..." Thranduil began after standing up and calling the assembled mass to attention. "I would like you to raise your glasses in honour to the fangirl, who saved all of Middle earth from evil hobbits and rabid fangirls."

The elves stood up and intoned solemnly as one, "To the fangirl." They each drank a sip from their glasses.

"And also to announce her betrothal to my heir…"

I smirked. Unlucky Thingy! I thought with glee, now I'm back Thrandy's gonna make it all alright again.

"Prince Thingaladion of Mirkwood!"

I had a hold of my glass of wine in my hand. I gulped it all down rather quickly. Then I reached for the bottle of wine. Which I then downed rather quickly too. This was bad.

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In fact it was worse than bad, as I soon discovered when I tried to make a discreet exit whilst everyone was off busy celebrating my impending wedding. As I slipped out of the door I felt a firm hand on my shoulder.

"Milady, where are you going?"

Darn. I suddenly realised. He wasn't just a bodyguard; he was to make sure I didn't run off. This was not a good thing. But right now he was waiting for an answer.

"I just wanted to freshen up and errr stuff." I answered rather desperately trying to find a decent excuse.

"I shall accompany you." He said.

Darn, I thought. "Fine, whatever."

***

I returned to the party after 'freshening up'. Well, truthfully I returned to the party after I had run around my rooms madly trying to find a way out. Unfortunately I was so taken up with my plans for the bed, bath and Vebby that I forgot one major thing. The fact that should I need an escape route I would have to find one from somewhere other than my rooms.

Yep you've guessed it there was no way I'd ever manage to throw myself out of the windows – they were several storeys high. Not good when you want to make a quick exit. Particularly as there wasn't even any conveniently placed high trees with branches even more conveniently next to the window, which personally I considered to be a major oversight on the part of the gardeners/architects/builders/Thranduil or whoever was responsible.

I sighed as I sat back down at the table. This sucked. I glanced at the partying hordes. I frowned. I glanced at Thranduil and decided that it was time for this fangirl to have a word. Or perhaps several words. Preferably of the very loud, very threatening variety. The 'don't fuck with me you brainless, spineless, fuckwit' kind. Oh yeah, Thrandy was gonna get it good.

I smirked. Things were looking up.

Idiot.

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Two chapters today – I'm out tomorrow so you'll just have to make do with what I put up tonight! R&R as usual please!