Wow, it's been a... well, a really long time since I've updated. Sorry about that. School's just been taking up so much of my time, but now this is finally finished. Yay! Yes, I know. It's short. I was planning on it being longer, really. It just didn't work out. Besides, this just seemed like the perfect place to end it. :)

Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed!!

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"But… but…" stammered the elf, staring at the suddenly 'resurrected' Merry, "You're supposed to be dead!"

"Yeah," said Boromir, simultaneously snatching and clutching the cookies protectively to his chest, eyeing the cookie crazed hobbit warily. He turned to the elf. "But I'm not. That's just what they want you to think. You see, it all started with these orcs…"

Pippin interrupted. "Boromir, he was talking about Merry." He laughed. "Contrary to popular belief, the world does not revolve around you."

"Well sor-RY!" scowled Boromir, broodily munching on a cookie.

"MINE!!!" Merry lunged with the screech of a nazgul at suppertime.

Needless to say, Boromir lost… pitifully.

"I WANT MY MOMMY!" he wailed, sitting on the ground cradling his left arm where Merry had bit him.

Pippin shook his head sadly. "Poor man, no dignity whatsoever."

"No dignity," echoed Merry around a mouthful of cookies.

"Now," Pippin turned back to the flabbergasted elf, "About Marcia…"

"Um… uh… Marcia?" stammered Legolas, turning a lovely crimson color, "Why… whoever do you mean?"

"You know," interjected Merry, "Marcia, the love of your life. Or should I say the tree of your life. You know, the one that me and Pippin are secretly blackmailing you into admitting that you like by doing this whole thing with the pie eating contest and me pretending to be dead then you feeling guiltily. You know, that Marcia." Pippin glared at him. "Oh. I mean… well… uh, you see… oops."

Pippin rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Nice going Merry. You ruined the whole part about it being secret."

"Wait a minute!" shouted Legolas angrily, realization showing on his face, "You mean to tell me that this whole thing was a huge plot to get me to say that I like some stupid tree!"

"No, no, no," corrected Merry, "Not just 'some stupid tree', Marcia!"

"Forget it!" Legolas said with disgust, walking away from them.

"Wait!" shouted Pippin, running after the elf, followed by Merry.

The blonde elf whirled around, "What?!"

"We're sorry," said Merry, "really, we are. We just thought that you liked her—Marcia, I mean—and wanted you two to be happy together."

"Yeah," said Pippin, "That's what it was. We just wanted you to be happy."

Legolas hesitated for a moment, "Really?"

"Sure," said Pippin.

"Oh," Legolas smiled, then suddenly became serious again, "But seriously, I don't like Marcia. Honestly I don't."

"Bummer," said Merry sadly.

There was an awkward silence.

"Well," said Legolas, "Glad we got that cleared up. I have things to do. See you two later!" He turned on his heel and left, a piece of paper flying out of his pocket and floating softly to the ground.

"Hey Merry," pointed Pippin, glancing after the now distant elf, "Look what fell out of Blondie's pocket."

Merry moved closer and, picking it up, looked at it with interest. "It's a letter!" he yelled with excitement then, noticing the name at the top, he gasped. "And look who it's addressed to!"

"Let me see!" Pippin leaned over the paper with interest. He grinned evilly. "It says 'My dearest Marcia'!!"

Merry grinned as well. The hobbits bent over the creased piece of paper.

It read:

My dearest Marcia,

By now you should know how I feel. The truth is, I love you, and have ever since we first met. Not a day goes by that I do not think of you, my dear Marcia. I constantly find myself remembering how the sunlight glints off of your leaves, accentuating their shining greenness, or how your smooth bark felt beneath my fingers. Every waking moment I hope and pray that you might feel the same, and every night I dream that you do. My beautiful Marcia, I don't think I can live without you. I'm almost afraid to ask, but do you return my sentiments?

Love with all my heart,

Legolas

Merry and Pippin looked at each other and suddenly burst out laughing.

"Oh, he is definitely going to hear about this one!" grinned Merry, an evil glint in his eye.

Pippin grinned as well, "I can see it all now."

The hobbits set off running towards the house, laughing.

Once again everyone had forgotten about Boromir.

Noticing that the hobbits had now gone, and left a certain letter lying carelessly on the ground, Boromir went over, picked it up, and read it with great interest. He glanced towards the woods, back at the letter, then back at the woods again and commented, "For some reason, I find this oddly disturbing."

The End.

Thank you everyone for making this possible and encourageing me to continue!

J-chan: Wow! Thanks! ... Your name is really Jenifer Lopez? Cool!

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Hyperactive Forever: Thanks! Cookie and cheesit bing huh? Yeah, I've done that before. lol!

TrekieGreenieShannaraElfOfME: Thanks. Sorry, I couldn't bring myself to kill old Bor again. Although, Merry does bite him. :)

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Fox of the Nova: Wow, thanks! Don't worry, Boromir lives in this story (although he does suffer some minor wounds from Merry). lol!

Kikyo-the-Walnut: Yeah, that Boromir, a great source of comic relief, no? And Merry, well, he just 'special'. Thanks for the review!