Chapter 4: Old Habits Die Hard

HI!!! IM ALIVE!!! Sorry it's been a long time since I last updated, but I've been very busy, but anyway, I'm updating now, so here you go!

Thank you all for updating, and yeah. I think I have forgotten all disclaimers prior to this so this one will serve for Chapters 1 through 4!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. Well, actually that's not true, I own this story line! And I own a computer! Actually, it's a laptop. And I own marshmallows! Well, h'actually, I share them with Theamazingtechnocoloredringwraith. But I own NOTHING that you recognize in this story, ie: Legolas, Arwen, LOTR, ect ect ect, please don't sue. All you will get is a bag of marshmallows, which I will kindly shove up your nose! (After eating all the marshmallows of course!)

A.N: There will TWO flashbacks in this story. HA! Aren't you the lucky people?

Where we left off...

Once out of the study the two broke out into laughter, and stumbled down the curving staircase and made their way to the kitchen.

Walking down the long hall to the kitchen, Legolas stopped talking and laughing, and moved quietly, almost tip-toeing. When he reached the kitchen door he peeked his head around it and peered in.

Stunned, Arwen watched the grown elf acting live a young boy who stole biscuits. Stifling a chuckle over how many biscuits they had stolen he crept up behind him and took his hand in her own.

Legolas stood up abruptly, and then leaned against the door. "Old habits die hard I suppose,"

Just then the door to the kitchen swung open, spilling the pair onto the flag stoned floor of the kitchens. They looked up from the feet of the greying elleth who ran the kitchens. The elderly elleth, known as Linnwe, or Linny, laughed at the sight of the two elf's staring guiltily up at her from the floor. Grabbing each of their hands, she pulled them up with surprising strength and sat them at a much-scrubbed wooden table.

"Legolas, it's been many years since you last plundered these kitchens. I've been wondering how I always seem to have so many extra biscuits lying around."

Legolas laughed and reached his fingers towards the bowl of batter, standing in the middle of the table. She rapped his finger with a wooden spoon. "Old habits die hard,"

Arwen laughed, and standing, she bustled around the kitchen, fetching three glasses and a plate of biscuits. "Sit Linny," Arwen encouraged. "You must be as hungry as we are."

Taking a seat Linny began to tell the two stories of themselves when they were very young.

(-Flashback-)

The two woke, curled in each other's arms.

After a breakfast of berries, the elf-children decided to go for a walk.

"Legolas, do you think Ada has missed us yet?"

"Oh, I don't know. I suppose so. He probably will have guards out searching for you. Why? Do you want to go home?"

Arwen bit her lip thoughtfully, and kicked at a tree root. "I'm not sure. If we go home, Ada will be very angry. He will send you back to Lorien and I will never be aloud to see you again. But I do wish I could go home. Just for a little while."

"If, if you wish. I will take you home. If you really want to go I will take you back to Rivendell. If you really want to go home. Do you?"

"Well, no. Not really. I don't mind the woods. You are my best friend. I want to stay here."

The pair walked on in silence, Arwen occasionally biting her lip. Legolas laughing grabbed her hand and pulled her into a clumsy dance.

"Why are you laughing at me?" Arwen demanded?

"You are funny. You are adorable. The way your forehead wrinkles when you're thinking, and how you bit you're lip. And when you smile, you're whole face lights up, and when you laugh, you're eyes sparkle, and I...I... Arwen, I think I love you.

(-End Flashback-)

"Do you remember that Arwen? The time when you and Legolas stole that pie off the windowsill? And you ate the whole thing! You had belly-aches for a week!"

Legolas threw back his head and laughed. "I remember you spanked us so we couldn't sit down that whole week! With that wooden spoon!"

Chuckling, Linny hugged him affectionately. "You two best get out of here. I've got work to do, but I baked you something special. I packed it all up in a picnic basket. You always did enjoy sneaking off. This time you can have proper food." Handing over a large basket packed with lembas bread, clear water, strawberries, cheese and a small apple pie, she shooed them out of the kitchen.

END OF CHAPTER! How'd you like it? Any good? Sorry its short, not my fault, stupid extended essay! Kicks essay across the room anyway, any comment, praise, flames, or constructive criticism, please review, And if you have none of the above, review anyway!

Tootles!

Spencer