You may wonder why this is titled "The very pointless conversation", but I am sure once you have read it you will understand. It is indeed, pointless, and has no particular 'point', I suppose, in a way, some mary-sue stories are like this in a way. Sorry to all of those who missed me up dating in the past 3 weeks (especially to pink hardcore)! But I had exams and then one week of holidays at the beautiful Australian coast. (Jealous?) Now I have 8 weeks of no-school-time to write more of this pointless story, I will be updating every week again now. (ps there will be another Caitlin chapter after this, as it is so pointless, it does not really count as a satisfying chapter ) Thank you to my Mary-Sues to be! And to those that reviewed chapter 6. Please review, and tell me what your opinions are, of this, very, pointless, conversation. (By the way isn't Nindac a cool name? If I have a little boy when im older, it's definitely an original name.)

Caitlin scowled as she lifted the spoon overflowing with tomato soup to her lips; she slurped loudly, swallowed, then elegantly placed her spoon back into the empty dish. Legolas had been ignoring her all the way through lunch. He was acting as if she wasn't there, a mere fly seated a few meters a way, vomiting over a dead animal, and slurping up the runny contents. What is he doing? Caitlin thought to herself, is he… is he admiring his reflection in the spoon? (Sorry, cliché I know). Vain and ignorant, he should at least treat her like a fly, with an imp-powered chainsaw! She tenderly stroked her weapon's shiny blood stained surface. She needed to find some imp soon; perhaps there would be some at the school.

'Are you people finished yet?' rang someone's voice from up above. 'Taking your time looking at yourself… leggy lass." The voice joked. There was a wolf whistle; it possibly left the lips of Glorfindal.

'I don't think you are in any position to joke, I know it's you Glorfindal, you don't want two enemies, and mummy won't be there to help you when I have stapled you to Shelob's backside.' Legolas replied casually. There were a few gasps, then silence. 'So,' Legolas went on staring into his soup as he spoke. 'Looking forward to school, aye?' The remark obviously aimed at Caitlin. She just scowled again, but of course, Legolas failed to observe that facial expression, as he was still too busy with himself.

'Well,' he sighed, 'someone woke up on the wrong side of bed this morning, either that or you've become a mute. Tell me, yesterday when you were swinging around your chainsaw, did your tongue get in the way?' Legolas winked provocatively at his reflection, gods, he was one lean mean good-looking machine. His smooth sculptured features, his silky, well-conditioned hair, his muscular manly body. If being good looking was a crime, the authorities would have thrown him in jail and swallowed the key before he had reached the age of one. Oh how all the women swooned as he walked past, that's why he had had to attend the all boys school, all the girls had failed their end of year exams because they were hypnotized. Of course since he started the new school the same had happened to a few individuals. That's probably why Caitlin wasn't speaking to him, she was already under his spell.

Caitlin snorted with laughter, and there was much the same reaction coming from above, Legolas looked up from his soup, it was only then that he realized he had said his private thoughts out loud.

'Attracted? To you? You're more conceited and vain then I had first imagined,' laughed Caitlin. Legolas raised an elegant eyebrow in surprise; there was nothing wrong with vanity? 'You poor thing,' she added, 'the girls weren't hypnotized by your astounding beauty, more likely they were more interested in how you most probably peered at your reflection in plastic rulers, or kept a nail file in your pencil case.' Ouch, that hurt! thought legolas, she was mistaking his well groomedness for femininess. Well he would show her. His lips curled into a smile, despite his current feelings.

'You are much mistaken there, Caitlin,' he practically spat the last word out and ground it up into dust, before setting it on fire, 'I am just well groomed.' With this sentence he puffed out his chest, and smoothed out one of the creases in his sky blue jacket. 'Your jealous. Look at you, you've spent the last 3 or 4 days in the same grotty out fit.' Legolas looked Caitlin up and down in a disgusted way.

'That is where you are wrong, Oh Prissy Prince of Mirkwood,' he flinched, 'I have several copies of this out fit, and I am well groomed too, just not obsessive.' Caitlin stood up, leaving her dirty dishes on the floor for the 'bag carriers' to tidy, picked up her chainsaw, then started walking.

Legolas scrambled to his feet, leaving his unfinished and untouched food on the floor, and stuck his tongue out at the back of Caitlin.

'Er, Caitlin?'

'Yes Nindac?'

'Legolas just stuck his tongue out at you.'

'Thank you for letting me know, you shall be rewarded for that information, and Legolas will suffer,' said Caitlin, revenge audible in her voice.

'See, that's your problem,' announced Legolas as his ran up beside her, 'you are too obsessed with revenge!'

Caitlin sighed, this conversation was boring and pointless, and Legolas talked too much. 'Ok, I am obsessed with revenge, you are obsessed with yourself and talking, nobody is perfect, we are all obsessed with something, now can you please stop talking to me? Your voice is as irritating to me as a swarm of mosquitoes sucking my blood dry whilst I am trying to sleep.'

Legolas was about to disagree with talking too much statement, because she had stated only one bad quality about herself (he could think of a million more), and he had two, then decided to shut his mouth, and bring an end to this very pointless conversation.

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