A/N: Hi everybody!

Don't even say it… I know I'm a complete tool about updating… and don't agree with me lol

I just wanted to include this "brief" little note about reviews that I got.

Lorelei31-

AHH! I am SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO(add about a bazillion more O's here) SORRY! I read over my chapters for mistakes and I realized that I made a huge one! I FORGOT TO THANK MY FIRST REVIEWER!!!! So you know what? The next five chapters are just for you. Promise. You like chocolates? I'll send you some Godiva and a bouquet of apology. REALLY sorry- I have no idea how the hell I could have missed you ::hits herself in the head repeatedly:: fucking idiot, fucking idiot… And I'm especially dumb and apparently ungrateful because you gave me such a nice review too! That was so sweet of you and I'm a bloody moron!

lexi22-

a) Mulan? Never heard of it. I'll have to check it out. Which quote are you talking about?

b) EVERYBODY READ THIS!!! Everyone's saying that the thing with Elrond and the twins is from Harry Potter, but the actual thing is that it's not. My friends are nearly so identical that I've known them for 9 years and I still get them mixed up. One night, when I was over their house, their mom goes "Marion, go get Dan in the basement" and Kaytlin goes "She's not Marion, I am!" and then Marion goes to Kaytlin "She calls herself our mother and she can't even tell us apart? Honestly." So really, I know it has something like that in Harry Potter, but I didn't mean for it to be.

c) wow, i guess i really should take that as a compliment- a triplet finds my pranks good? ::I'd like to thank the Academy and all the little people, thank you, thank you:: I feel so special now!

(lexi, email me later if you get the chance)

sock-free-

now that I've talked with my friends about it, a little harsh, actually a lot harsh. I have to thank you for spending the time for critiquing my work, but instead of criticizing everything besides my punctuation and mechanics, was there ANYTHING you liked? And if you criticize mine so damn much, how come you don't write anything for anyone else to critique, hmm?

Terriah-

Thanks! Glad you liked it! Lol i guess it is kind of soap-opera-ish, isn't it? just wait for the coming chapters!! And what do you mean my summary's a bit warped? lol

Swtaznak-

Yes, I was sick for like a week, and I'll keep writing just for you lol.

Banana4422-

lol To be honest, I've actually had this written for months and I just update them every day, and about a month ago Mari told me to post it so I did- and I'm so excited that I got such positive reviews! YAY!

Magsluvsaragorn-

Oh yeah- glad you like it.

Ctimene-

Oh my God… In all honesty your review left me speechless (something seldom achieved lol) I had no idea my writing had that effect on people! And by the way, my story confuses even me, but if you need to clarify anything, just email me. Since I owe Lorelei31 the first 5 chapters because I was a stupid little bitch, the next 5 will be for you because you made me feel like I was on top of the world… I still can't believe you said that! It was so unbelievably sweet and I love you for it.

And…. EH HEM!! Some of ya'll have me on your favorite author's list or author alert list BUT YOU DON'T REVIEW!!! What sense is there in that?! Would you mind changing that itsy bitsy detail this chapter? And for the rest of you who don't have a username, I accept anonymous reviews! I accept all reviews! I accept reviews from Oreo cookies!

I'm typing the next chapter already, but then I'll post it up and yada yada.

Oh yeah, if you have any ideas of what you want me to do, email or IM me, ok?

Things might be updating a little less frequently now because…. sniff Mari's moving to Los Angeles of all the god-forsaken places on this accursed earth and I'll be stuck in this stupid God damned state called "New Jersey" but should be re-named "Fuckers-ville." I need her approval on everything and since she's supposed to be Maranwë, I need to talk to her before I do anything lol. (Like I almost made her be with Aragorn once… ewww- no offence meant, Magsluvsaragorn! We just think he's a little too rugged and too muddy and too dirty and it's not our fault that we have him on our dartboard and threw knives at his figurine! lol I bet you $10 that eowyn Sux has done the SAME THING lol)

But maybe this could just be an excuse to call her more often and maybe it'll actually be quicker! Who the hell knows? lol

Throwing her a surprise going-away party today, got to get ready!

And I'm going to camp from July 26th to August 6th (can't bring my laptop damn it)- and then I'm visiting my grandparents down the shore but THEY DON'T HAVE A DAMN COMPUTER SO I CAN'T UPDATE- but I will bring my handy-dandy laptop that doesn't have the internet but is where I write all this shit so it's good enough, right?

Luv always

Meg AKA DramaQueen

P.S. FYI- 4 those people who don't know Sindarin or Quenya or both- Naneth is mother in Sindarin. Don't you book fanatics get on my back if the Rivendell Elves don't speak Sindarin, it's just that I don't really know Quenya.

And if you can't understand what Elrohir says against his pillow, say it out loud. It helps. [No, I'm too tired]

And for you book people who know that Elves don't sleep or dream- let's just say they do for writing purposes, okay? Thank you!

Oh yeah, RED LIGHT. For you people who haven't read the book, Estel is Aragorn. When he was brought to be raised in Imladris, they didn't see him fit for a name as kingly as Aragorn or Elessar, so they gave him the name "Estel" meaning hope. Since Larien and Maranwë have known him since he was a baby, they're just used to calling him Estel, not Aragorn yet.

And does anyone else besides me find it creepy that Elrond raised Aragorn like a son, meaning that the twins and Arwen were like his siblings, and then he fell in love with her? That seems kind of Hillbilly-ish, doesn't it?!

)Elrohir(

Naneth knocked and opened the door without me being able to answer. "Get up, Elrohir. Come on, Glorfindel has set up breakfast already."

I moaned, pulling the covers over my head.

Naneth changed her tone, but I wasn't sure if she was amused or annoyed. "Elrohir… what are you, sixty years old? It's past dawn! Get dressed and tell everyone to come out to the courtyard and eat!"

My voice was muffled against the pillow. "Nwoo… Dai om loo vired…"

She wrenched the sheets from my grasp and yanked it down off my naked body, forcing me to cringe with fatigue and frustration. "Let's go, Elrohir." She went to my wardrobe and pulled out a pair of black silk leggings with a royal blue tunic, tossing them on top of me. It was no surprise- Naneth always had me wear the royal blues or greens and my twin wore the dark purples or reds. "I want you dressed and out in the next fifteen seconds or I'll get your father in here and I'll order Glorfindel to pour a pail of ice over your head."

The threat was too much. I hopped up and jumped into my leggings, my eyes still shut. "Okay, I'm up."

Naneth smiled as I was lacing up my boots. "I'll wake up your brother, Estel, Arwen, Hithil, and Legolas. Can you just get Larien, Maranwë, Boromir, and Éomer?"

"Yes, Naneth." I pulled my tunic over my head and put my arm around her waist as she hugged me.

"Good- I expect everyone to be out in the courtyard in half an hour. Thank you, Elrohir." With that she went down the corridor the opposite way.

I knocked on the room three doors down. "Larien? Larien?"

Something heavy knocked over from within, and, although it was in a whisper, the conversation within could be heard with my sensitive Elven ears.

A soft feminine voice said, "Go- out the patio. Elrohir can't see you here- he'll know."

I could hear Éomer's voice. "I don't care- I want him to know."

Larien could not speak for a moment, but a sound of a moist separation triggered her continuation. "Just be quiet."

I heard Larien step quietly to the door. She turned the knob and opened it only far enough that only her nose could fit through the crack.

"Yes, Elrohir?"

I gave her a knowing look but she acted as if she didn't notice. "Naneth asked me to wake you and tell you that Glorfindel set up breakfast and we should be in the courtyard within half an hour. And tell Éomer too- I heard him in there, just so you know."

She paled and slammed the door.

I laughed and knocked at the next door. "Maranwë? Maranwë?"

There was an extensive amount of moaning from inside and there were a few times that I had heard banging against the walls.

I asked, not really wanting to know the answer, "Maranwë? Are you all right?"

With that, there was another bang but now the door opened as Maranwë and Boromir, connected at the mouth and kissing passionately, slammed against it. They landed across the hall, not once breaking their contact.

"Eh hem…"

They broke apart and glanced at me uneasily.

"Naneth asked me to tell you that Glorfindel has set up breakfast and she asks us to be out in half an hour. And the image I have of you two- no amount of therapy and healing will ever make that okay."

What is it with the elleths falling in love with the men, I thought as I walked through the hall past Figwit. First Arwen went for Aragorn, then Maranwë went for Boromir, and now Larien slept with Éomer? It's a fucking epidemic!

With that I walked out into the courtyard and began eating, despite the fact that only my brother, Hithil, and Arwen were outside.

)Elladan(

The next morning, no one ate save Hithil, my twin, and myself, out of fear that we had tampered with the food again.

"Please," Elrohir had chuckled. "Like we want to get into trouble again."

"Actually, you do," Hithil said.

"True," Elrohir laughed.

"Wow, look," I said, pointing at the sunrise that made the waterfalls sparkle. I'm sure that only Hithil and I caught the smirk in my twin's eyes. The others had looked out to the cascades and were also noting their beauty.

"You know what?" Elrohir questioned. Everyone redirected their gazes. "We should go down into the lake with the boats after breakfast."

Then everyone looked back out into the distance, staring at the lake below and the shining waterfall pouring into it. Glittering stones and jewels that were catching the rays of the rising sun seemed to outline the pool but strangely drew more attention to the water than the rocks themselves. Four canoes lined the shoreline, delicately carved baby blue canoes with white edging and designs that matched the shed by the willow tree. I smirked inwardly as I looked at the canoe on the far right side.

Arwen, although we had not asked her to be, was a key part. "Yes. We should. It will be fun."

Estel looked hesitant.

Arwen got out of her seat and stood in front of him. "Come, Estel. It could be…" she trailed off, smiling as his eyes closed when she dragged her thumb across his lips, "interesting."

We all smirked, knowing now that he would agree and we all couldn't help but laugh when he shakily nodded.

"Why not?" shrugged Boromir. "Come, let's go."

No sooner did Boromir speak did Éomer stumble languidly into the hall.

"Where were you, Éomer?" asked Legolas.

"I was tired- I was in my bedchamber," he answered, grabbing a pear and taking bite out of it so rivers of juice spilled down his short beard.

Elrohir smiled. "Yeah, and I'm sure we all know wh- ouch!" Without turning her gaze or losing her smile, Larien lashed out her arm and smacked him in the stomach before he could continue. "Larien, that hurt!"

"It was supposed to," Larien mumbled from behind her stiff smile.

"Okay," Elrohir said, taking one last bite out of his apple. "I'm done. Let's go!" He grabbed Hithil by the wrist and began to drag her down the steps towards the lake, but I grabbed her other wrist before he had gone too far.

"Hey, get your own elleth, okay?"

Hithil giggled as Elrohir ran towards the lake, pushing my chest back gently. "Elladan!"

"What? I've got a gorgeous girl and I'm not giving her up so easily," I explained, kissing her softly, then more urgently as she seemed to respond.

Larien, Maranwë, Elrohir, Arwen, and Estel were already grabbing the oars from the elaborately carved shed by the shore. Hithil and I raced to the lakeside, her jumping into a boat, me grabbing the oars and then following her, shoving off.

Estel and Arwen bounded into a boat and began circling the center of the lake. "What's the matter, Estel?" teased Legolas who jumped into the same canoe as Boromir, unintentionally of course. "Did you forget how to row straight?"

"At least I remember how to row at all," he shot back, indicating that neither Legolas nor Boromir had shoved off with oars in hand.

Larien and Maranwë skipped nonchalantly over to the boat on the far right side of the shore, wading into the lake up to their knees. Éomer stared at Larien as she dipped in and then submerged and Legolas' eyes focused greedily on Maranwë's lithe frame as she swirled her legs around in the water. Larien smiled and resurfaced, her round breasts now clearly visible and pressing against the collar of her dress as she flattened her smooth honey hair.

"Legolas? Legolas!" called Boromir. Legolas snapped out of his reverie and turned to look at the son of the steward. "Legolas, help me turn to return to shore!" With that they both began paddling the boat back to the beach by cupping their hands in the water.

I looked to Hithil. "Should I tell them that there are spare oars under their seat boards?"

She smirked, giggled, and shook her head.

"C'mon, girls, get out into the water!" Elrohir shouted, prompting Larien and Maranwë to shove off the beach.

I whipped my head around and glared at him, my eyes screaming, 'Shut your mouth or you'll give it away!'

"We're coming, Elrohir! Relax," Larien yelled back, manning the bow, her dress clinging to her every curve as she walked.

As Boromir and Legolas passed our boat, I heard Boromir whisper, "How can she tell them apart?"

Legolas rolled his eyes. "Elrohir usually wears the earthly colors while Elladan wears royal colors. Besides, Elladan is older then Elrohir."

"I thought that they were twins," said Boromir confusedly.

Legolas rolled his eyes again and decided not to answer.

Maranwë, stepping onto the stern, used her paddle to push off of the beach and into the lake. Arwen was looking dreamily at Estel, batting her eyelashes at him. Elrohir was speaking to Éomer, obviously trying to distract him from what was happening in the girls' boat.

"Estel!" Arwen screamed in horror, shooting up and shaking her arms in attempts to dry her damp turquoise morning gown.

"Whoa!" exclaimed Estel as their boat swayed after their canoe rocked slightly and water crashed over the starboard side. He stood up, revealing the sopping seat of his pants.

"What's wrong, Estel? Couldn't you control yourself until we at least got back to the city?" Maranwë was laughing so hard that her face was turning pink.

Estel looked at her incredulously. "Well apparently, neither could you!"

Maranwë stood up and tried to look at the back of her dress, catching it and feeling the wetness of the fabric.

Larien began giggling.

"Well you're no better!" Maranwë snapped at her.

"Yes, but I went underwater- you look like you…" She couldn't finish because her body was racking with such an uncontrollable fit of laughter.

Maranwë, suddenly understanding, looked at the canoe's floor. "Holy Ulmo, Larien, we're sinking!"

Larien's eyes widened, abruptly ceasing laughing, seeing that the water was already up to their ankles and was rising fast. And her eyes being sharper, she was the first to find the hole that my twin and I had drilled at sunrise. She knew the connection instantly and glared at me. I smiled and shrugged as the water sloshed above their knees and they tried to throw some out. "Elladan!" she screamed as loudly as her lungs would allow.

"Elrohir!" Maranwë hollered.

We both smiled. "What?"

The water swallowed the boat and they began trying to tread.

Éomer, without thinking, stood up, put his hands above his head, and dove in, swimming to Larien. Legolas had risen concurrently in attempts to do the same for Maranwë, but Boromir had stood up as well and knocked him over. Angered, Legolas shot back up and shoved him back and tried to dive in again.

As they had fought, Maranwë became tired of treading and slowly slipped beneath the waves. Frustrated, Estel jumped into the water and grabbed her, taking her to shore and pressing on her stomach gently so that the water that had entered was spout out. Éomer had carried Larien to the beach too, but she lunged towards the water, trying to race to me and my brother, undoubtedly trying to strangle us both.

Everyone instantly rowed over to shore to check on the girls who did not speak to us. Guilty, we grabbed shawls and towels from the cobblestone patio and sat the girls in the sun to dry with the shawls about their shoulders. We sat outside talking for the rest of the afternoon, not even realizing how much time had passed until the sun had set.

)Maranwë(

"Everyone," said someone as the group of us walked past the library after the velvet blanket of evening covered the sky. We all took one step back and looked in to see Elrond reading a tattered scroll. He set it down and walked over. "Two delegates from Mirkwood are arriving- apparently a creature is to come here and be passed to them or something to that effect- I suppose that I need not bother you with the details. However, a few more guestrooms would be required, so may I ask two of you to room with someone else here?"

Every guest raised their hand, but Elrond selected the four closest to him.

He nodded. "Very well. Legolas, room with Maranwë, and Éomer, you can go with Larien. Good night." As we began to walk towards the bedroom corridor, I heard Elrond whisper to Elladan, "Should I regret that?"

Quickly, we entered Legolas' room to find that manservants were already removing his necessities and moving them into the spare wardrobe in my room. We sat in the porch of my room in awkward silence until all his belongings had been moved and I began to get undressed.

As I lifted my dress above my head, I felt that his gaze was still on me, which it was. I smiled, unlacing my corset and tossing it to the floor. Letting the seregon oils drip down my back, I could hear him hold his breath and bite his lip.

Wrapping myself in my sheer nightgown, I tied the waistband so that he could see nothing below my waist but the valley between my breasts was exposed to him.

He looked around, somewhat confused, wondering what to do since he normally slept nude. I smirked at his expression, walking up to him and kissing his cheek. "Maer thinna, Legolas." Good evening

Figuring out a makeshift solution, he disrobed with his back to me, and he pulled on loose silk pants that only rose up to above his knees. "Maer thinna, Maranwë. I will sleep on the floor."

"You… need… not… Legolas," I said quietly. He turned around suddenly and looked at me in shock. "You can sleep… beside me…"

He looked uncomfortable. "No, it wouldn't be proper…"

"But I… want you to…"

He smiled and crawled in beside me, giving me a fleeting kiss. I nestled myself against his curves, my smooth back to his chiseled chest.

Hours later I was awoken by the soft and contented moaning of his dreams. I sat up, rubbing my eyes languidly.

"Legolas?"

He moaned again. "Oh, Maranw"

I looked at him, seeing that he was still asleep. "What, Legolas?"

"Maranwë, don't stop… oh, Maranwë, please don't stop…"

"Don't stop what?" I wondered aloud.

"Kissing me… you're torturing me… I want you so badly… I can't take much more of this…"

I now smiled, saying innocently, "And where am I kissing you, my Prince?"

"My neck… under my jaw… I need you to undress me…"

This now amused me. "What more do you want of me?"

"Hold me… touch me…" Uncontrollably, I drew my hand down from his cheek, down his chest, stopping at the waist of his pants, teasingly to him, fearfully myself. Already, a lump was slowly rising between his legs under the sheet. "Maranwë, I love you so much… I can't stop thinking about you… I want you… take me… swallow me… make love to me… I need to be inside you… oh, by the Gods don't stop!"

I smiled and whispered his name. With that he suddenly awoke. "Legolas, is something wrong?"

"N- no, I'm fine…" he stuttered. "I- I j- just had a nightmare…"