A/n: Hey guys! I'm really sorry it's been so long since I updated, but I've been really busy with stuff, so please don't damage me! My stupid computer wouldn't save my stuff, so, yeah. Now I shall thank all my lurvely reviewers for what they do best: REVIEW! Oh, and as for the last quiz, those who answered correctly will get a...CYBER-TURKEY!!!

JesuslUver: You have no idea...and neither do I! I will remember, do not fret! Ah! Here is your...CYBER-TURKEY!!! Enjoy!

Jeregrin Took: Greetings mellon! Secret door opens Gandalf: Curses! I am 2,018 years old, and I can't even beat a girl at least five times younger than me! Me: Oh, keep your hat on! Anyways, when are you going to continue your fanfic? Tell me! Oh, and here is the continuation of my story that you wanted so badly! Enjoy!

Caido Angeles The Dream Angel: Yes, yes, just point and laugh! Who gives an orc?! Alas, no, I do not have a Frodo or Haldir plushy, but I do have a surplus of large Thanksgiving...CYBER-TURKEYS!! So please help me get rid of them! AAAAHHH!

They're drowning me!!! Help!! Plea is muffled by...CYBER-TURKEYS OF DOOOOM!

Southerngirl14615: emerges out of...CYBER-TUKEYS OF DOOOOM!! Me: Hack! Does Heimlich maneuver and spits out a wing Eew! Gross! I detest wings! Unless they're buffalo wings! MMMM!! Oh, sorry! Stupid computers...they have no feelings!

Mine did that too! Grr...Anyways, you can have a leg for at least trying.

Bobtheheadlesschicken: O.O Yes a guy, and you shall see who it is! I knew I had a stalker other than Austin! Lol! Thank you!

Piscesangel: No, it was not good! It was embarrassing to hell! Yes, I agree! Flashing Legolas would be extremely fun! Don't worry, I won't rape Aragorn...yet! JK! Or am I?! Alas!

A/n: The answer to the quiz: Hannon le means Thank you in Elvish! Congratulations to Caido Angeles The Dream Angel for answering the quiz right! Confetti showers down everywhere Oh, crap, now I need to get a maid...Aha! Hailey! Could you clean this up please? (A/n: Hailey is my little sister, BTW) Hailey: Aw, man! Why me?

Me: narrows eyes Because I said so! Hailey: Yipes! Okay! Okay! Geeze!

Starts to sweep up confetti me: All right then! On with the fic!

(BTW: = think, ( ) = Author's Note, ""= talking. [ ] action, since my Word thingy won't let me do these babies:

NO WAY!

Chapter 3: Oh. My. Holy. Valar.

"Oooh. My head...Hey! I'm in my bed! It was just a dream..." I sighed with relief. I shifted in my covers. Something rough scraped my body. "Huh? What's this?" My eyes widened. "It, it, it's my towel! So if that wasn't a dream, then..." I looked around my dark room, or at least so I thought. A small glow shone in the corner of my room and reflected off a pair of dark eyes. I pulled my covers up to my chin. The memory rushed back to me like the flooding of Isengard, sudden and unexpected. Legolas proceeded to come into the light and bowed gallantly handing me a discreet lady trimmer...

"May I make a suggestion--?" Lego began, but I cut him off ripping the shaver from the surprised elf.

"Thanks! I get the picture!" I huffed embarrassedly. "Damned hairless pointy eared moron!" I muttered under my breath shoving the bikini trimmer far, far under my pillow.

"What was that?" Lego cocked his head to the right with a confused look on his face.

"Forget it...really...please.." I growled. "Hey, braided wonder... can I have a little privacy here?" I gestured toward the door. Legolas said,

"Oh! I am terribly sorry!" He walked over to the door and closed it. Then he came back to a chair and sat in it gesturing for me to change.

"OUT! YOU! OUT! What is this, a strip club?!!!!" I shrieked. Legolas scrambled out his chair threw open the door and I slammed it behind the startled Middle-Earthian. There was another knock on the door, but before I could say anything, my towel flew through the slight opening and hit me in the face. A voice came through the crack, which rather quickly said,

"I thought that you might need this" and then its owner shut the door. It took me a while to figure out all that had happened. I hate elves! I thought to myself. I had always liked Orlando Bloom, but today his character pushed the envelope over and off the cliff.

I proceeded to change mumbling all the while to myself. 'Thank the Valar it wasn't Aragorn. That would have scared him away forever! Stupid Elf, he's as blond as his hair...sigh. Just when I thought that my life couldn't get any weirder, it does. Why me?' I thought. After I finished changing, I went to go find the Blond One.

"Legolas! Legolas?" I harshly whispered.

"Yes?"

"Ack! Damn it, Elf! Don't sneak up on me like that!"

"I apologize milady. I did not mean to frighten you."

"S'all right. Just – please- don't do it again."

"Yes, milady."

"Um, hey Legolina, could you just call me Jenai? It's less confusing."

" Yes mil-"He stopped and corrected himself to avoid the glare that could kill a Nazgul, mine. "Yes, Jenai."

"Hannon le, Legolas. Uh, sit. I guess." He obliged and I sighed. I began to pace, rubbing my temples. His clear blue eyes followed my movements, the poor Elf seemed as confused as I was, and the awkward silence was getting to him. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat. At last after what seemed an eternity, I spoke.

"Ok. Let me get this strait. You are Legolas Greenleaf, son of Thiranduil, Prince of Mirkwood. This is my room. Today is August 19, 2004. I am not seeing things...right? Hey, this could be a really weird dream! Hmmm...that means I could do anything I want and it wouldn't even matter! Yes, yes..." I looked up at that dead sexy Elf in the kiddie chair, and in spite of my thoughts, I laughed. He looked at me as if I were a lunatic, which actually isn't that far off from the truth. That made me laugh even harder. I was gasping for air and tears were streaming down my face.

"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! O, crap! Haha!!! I can't BREATHE!!HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!" I swear that I was turning red, blue, purple, and every other color of the rainbow and beyond. Leggy literally sprung into action. He sat me up and fanned me with a nearby magazine. I was still laughing like the maniac I am, but that soon eased into a comfortable giggle.

"Whoo! What a trip! Oy! My sides! You know what Leggy, I bet that won't be the last time that you'll save my life like that!" I joked. Legolas grinned.

"There are no doubts in my mind this will happen again either. Best watch out for those, fits, of yours, eh?" Leggy said with a slight smile. Then it was my turn to grin. I had just noticed that I was sitting on his lap, leaning against his chest, his hand on mine. I smiled to myself. Unfortunately, the Braided Wonder noticed me smirking and looked at me quizzically.

"Why are you smirking?" he asked. I tried to think of a way to say it so that he would understand. I had it.

"You know, Leggy, I kinda like the way we're sitting, if you get my drift..." I waggled my eyebrows at him. He looked at me weird again, but, sadly for him, got meaning. He blushed bright red and tried to stand up, but he only succeeded in toppling both of us over and landing on top of me. I made a sly smile and raised one of my eyebrows.

"I didn't know you felt this way about me, Leggy." I jested. He scrambled off of me and stood up and cleared his throat. I was a little bit humiliated as well. The awkward silence made us both more than a little anxious. He cleared his throat again, but seemed unable to speak. I did it for him.

"Sooo...do you like poems?" I asked. This question seemed to grab his attention.

"Yes, I do." He answered back. I sighed with relief. I actually had someone that loved the arts almost as much as I did.

"Goodie mushrooms! Then I can read you a poem that I wrote, I think it's really good! I hope you do too. It's called 'The Cold Sun'..." He listened attentively to my poem, and closed his eyes, obviously enjoying it very much. That made me feel really, really good.

A/n: Phew! Long chapter! Yes, I actually wrote that poem, but I'm too tired to write it all down now. I'll do it next chapter. Yay! It's time for another 'Dadja Know?' Quiz Time!!!!!

Quiz Time!! Which Fellowship actor was knocked unconscious on the Rivendell set when a wooden loom fell on him? (Hint: Taters)

Didja Know??? The dialect coaches based part of the accent and cadence of Elvish on Celtic? [StriderStalker and Pippin River dance off stage in kilts]

Well, that's all I got for now, so till next time, Namarie!

(P.S. Hey Jip! When are ya going to update? I am itching for my spotlight! [poses] Better be soon, or I will send Minion the Minion after you! But the trick is to get him awa from Sauron...hmmm...Tricksy Minionses...

Giant...CYBER-TURKEY OF DOOOOOM!!!: BWHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!! [ahem] I mean, REVIEW!!!