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A/N: this story can be mary-sueish. Don't like it-don't read it. Flames: no thanks I don't think my self-confidence can go any lower. Nicely telling me how I can improve as a writer is welcomed. Thank you all. And on the first chapter I accidentally signed at the bottom as Hello World. That is my name for fictionpress. Sorry about the mix up.

A/N: Sorry this chapters so short.

Chapter 3: Skittish

Ilsa confidently went straight to gorgeous #2's horse. She allowed him to pluck her off the ground with complete grace. The movement was effortless.

Laure, not surprisingly, eyed the horses with dislike.

"Don't you have a car? Or at least another horse?" she whined.

"No we don't. I am really a good horseman. Please come this way," stated gorgeous #1.

"No, that's okay, I'll walk."

"Lady Laure neither I nor the horse are going to hurt you."

"Yeah but accidents do happen people, even if they are not on purpose."

"Come, we must leave this place."

"You go. I'll stay here. It's fine. Really."

"Laure just get on the horse. I'm on one," voiced Ilsa.

"Congratulations," she replied sarcastically, "now listen here mister-"

"It's Legolas."

"Huh?"

"My name. It's Legolas," he repeated.

"Right…so anyway. Rule #1: you keep your hands to yourself Leggy. Rule #2: no throwing me off the horse on purpose. Rule #3: -"

With natural speed Legolas lifted her up onto his horse. Even with the struggling teen he was able to make it seem effortless.

"Why how rude! Now listen here you pointy-eared hooligan-"

"Someone, anyone, please get a gag for Valar's sake!" groaned Legolas.

That shut Laure up fast, just as he had intended it to.

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