For full disclaimer plus rambling please see chapter one.

Sorry this chapter was so late. I had no time and so, well, here it is nearly a season late! LOL

Please enjoy and review. However, I do request that there be no flames, please. Thank you much for the last reviews.

CHAPTER TWO

Candycanes! Sticky!

Well, I was trapped. After all, being as small as I was I couldn't easily fight two strong, bold and obnoxious twins all by my lonesome. Nomatter how stupid they were (in my opinion) they were tought and quick in a fight, not to mention very tall. They certianly didn't take after their father, who was as peaceful an Elf I thought (and still think) you would find.

But they were giving me a brutal glare and I just looked around, not knowing what to do. But then something cought my eye, red with stripes. You just don't see things like that in forest, you know. You I guess I was a bit uneducated on the fruits of a city.

They were hooked shaped and lay in a basket on the kitchen counter. Elladan grolwed, "whats so interesting, wimp?" He exchanged a glance with Elrohir and both cast and concentrated their scathing glares on me.

Ode to joy, I thought sarcastically.

Then I made a fatal mistake, or at least, it nearly was.

I giggled.

It was unavoidable really, but Elladan and Elrohir were hardly amused and they let me know it in no uncertain terms. A bit frightening, when you think about.

I suddenly found my self flying and remembered that even if the circumstances had not been what they were I still would not have wished to learn how to soar. But I really had no choice right now. So I landed on the other side of the room, slamming my back against the counter and a only had time to look up and see the basket of…striped things…falling down upon me. Wincing in anticipation of the blow, I still jolted as it all fell on my head.

If this was the side effect of drinking that wonderful tasing hot chocolate then I didn't want anymore, unless Elrohirand Elladan were not around. Anyways, it did burn and blister the roof of my mouth, what good thing does that?

Elrohir started laughing and smacking his brother in the shoulder in his explosion of hysterias. He looked at me and I stared angrily at him through the hole in the basket. "Princling, do you even know what those are?" he jeered, much to my annoyance. I turned up my nose and tried to look above him but it only made it look like I was looking for a source of light in the basket. Which I was and am not that stupid.

"Well obviously not, so I shall have to educate you," he gave me no time to answer. Which was good, because I had no intention of talking to either of them. He continued, "Besides being the best food on this side of the Misty Mountains, they have some very interesting and hilarious effect when they are made wet. They are called…candycanes."

Suddenly I didn't like the turn this conversation was taking and feared some unknown and horrible torture at the hands of my abductors. If I would have been younger, I might have screamed "Ada!" Actaully, I know I would have.

I heard water sloshing and suddenly popped the basket off and made a dash for the door. But I was garbbed by Elladan, his hadns on my neck, pulling me back. And I resisted the strong urge to cry out as he twisted my arms behind my back and ruthlessly pulled me over. I tried to look defaint but in the face of danger there is just one thing to do….

"ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA!ADA! ADA! ADA! AD-" Elladan placed a hand over my mouth and squeezed.

So then panic set in followed by the initial response of most yougsters.

I champed down on his suppressing hand.

He screamed and as I look up, I promise you, I saw his face turn several colors all in about three seconds. Amazing really. White, grey, purple, red, green, red, and white again.

I would have laughed, but I didn't want to learn to fly again.

"ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA! ADA!" I screamed bloody murder, and actually began to feel my throat getting a little sore. These stuppid oafs would pay, dearly. I just needed the proper plan.

Elrohir came and dumped the water bucket onto me, and I felt my voice squeeze off as I spluttered. Their laughter was more than annoying now. It was horribly aggravating.

Realizing their plans, I struggled like mad, but only got threatened with death and other things that are intimidating and potenially dangerous to one's hea;th and in this case it was double the trouble.

Lucky me.

I would never come back here.

Never, never, never, never, never, never….

Closing my eyes was another stupid mistake because I realized too late that they were loading my hair with sticky…canycanes? Yes, that was what they called them.

Well the weren't sticky until they came in contact with my beautiful, long, gorgeous blonde hair that my mommy had worked so hard to keep soft. Now it was goopy! It had candycane stickiness all over in it and I wanted to cry.

I felt them pulling my hair, breaking off my hair, ruining my precious hair.

Okay, I really was not that dramtic about it but it did make me very unhappy.

So now I was drenched, sticky, high off caffiene and in the clutches of the cruelest bullies ever.

To be continued……

Poor Legolas, the dear litle thing. Mean twins, bad, bad, BAD!