A/N: comes running back in gasping, breathless and rushed, and tosses a giant luggage onto her bed without a further thought about it…

Oh, my fellow readers, I'm so sorry! I was gone on vacation for suuuuuch a long time, and was neglecting my poor ittle fanfic! And poor wittle Legolas too… awww:runs up to him and throws her arms around his neck cooing, much to his annoyance .: But anyways, I'm BAAAAACK! AHAHHAHA::leaves Leggy and goes and jumps around her room, completely insane: And hopefully, I'll be able to write a little chapter everyday again. Wheee! XD

I mean, after all, I was just enjoying my little summer of miracles too, what with being off on vacation and all… we all need a little break now and then, don't we?

But anyways, I'm really sorry if you guys are hating me now for neglecting the story for so long… I do hope I can be forgiven! Remember, after all, I was on vacation……0.o

To my reviewers:

Manwathiel: LOLZ! Love that little segment there. Ha! Poor sopping, green Legolas! P That's an idea…… greent paint…… ..

And you're a descendent of Elrond:gasp: lol, then Adri's like, distantly related to you! According to my story, Adri's ancestor Aeren was the daughter of Elrond's brother:faints: 0.o

Thanks for being such a loyal reviewer so far!

animelover: great idea! I'm putting that in this chapter, just read on. Thanks for the idea! Lol, and also thanks for being such a loyal reviewer so far too!

Maneatingbananas: Like ur screename! Lol And glad to hear you liked the HP part. Thanks a bunch!

Snow: ……:attempts to strangle her with a scarf:snarls: WHAT DO U MEAN HE'S JUST AN ELF? FYI, HE IS A PERFECT ELF! EXCUUUUSE ME! AND HE WILL NEVER MISS A TARGET, MUCH LESS HIT ME! (Am I not right, fellow readers? Lol) :brandishes a knife at Fae's sis threateningly: DON'T U EVER INSULT THE PRINCE OF MIRKWOOD EVER AGAIN!

And whoever said I WASN'T insane? Lol…… I thought you learned long ago, Snow, that sanity is my enemy…… ;)

:scrunches up her face in sudden thought: Hey…..that rhymes…… 0.o :goes off singing the rhyme tunelessly:

8/17/05- AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!

Well, I went upstairs to unclog the toilet, as my Father was yelling at me. As I passed him, he shot me a dangerous look that meant, you're in trouble, young lady, and then left. I sighed and went to grab the black toilet plunger, and then I jabbed it down hard into the toilet, making the soggy HP pages rip apart easily in the basin, along with a large splash. I sighed and jabbed again, barely giving the torn paper pieces a second thought.

It was at that moment that I just happened to look casually down at the cold bathroom stone floor. For a moment, what I saw next didn't quite register with my foggy morning-head yet, but then a second later the thought hit me clear and strong like a lightning-bolt, and all morning tiredness and wooziness vanished and I crouched over immediately to take a closer look at the floor. And then my worst fears were confirmed, and I felt as if my whole body had suddenly turned into jelly. Ants. Dozens of them. Tiny, little, gross segmented black insect bodies were scurrying back and forth across the floor, doing whatever little anty business it is they do in the morning.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!"

I let out an ear-splitting screech. Still howling, I grabbed up a nearby toilet roll and then made a giant swipe at an ant that was working its way fast over my foot. I managed to swipe it off, and then immediately I dropped the toilet roll like it was on fire. Then, leaping right over the bathroom floor and landing right into the hallway outside, I ran for it. I ran through the hall and down the stairs, right to where Leggy was still curled up in the sofa sleeping soundly, all the while screaming like I was being chased by a whole pack of Wargs. "ANTSantsantantsantsAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANTS!"

I leapt onto the sofa and then began to jump crazily up and down on it, not caring if I stepped on Legolas or anything. But I certainly must have hurt him, because with my first jump he woke up with a slight oof! and then he looked dazily at me like I was a worst nightmare come true.

I didn't care. I just continued leaping up and down on his blanket, screaming for my life, rubbing my feet all over the sofa, trying to get rid of the horrible itchy sensation that there were ants all over me or something. In otherwise plain words, I was freaked.

My parents came running towards me asking what was wrong while my brother made obscene hand gestures behind themat me for no reason. I ignored him and just continued howling and babbling something that sounded remotely like aaaaaaaants! In the bathroom! to my parents. They rushed up to the infected place, and then in the next moment, I could hear my dad yelling loudly and the sound of ant-killer being sprayed violently and in a frenzy.

Meanwhile, Legolas looked like he was about to die while I continued bouncing around on him, and finally he grabbed my arm and yanked me down to sit on the floor. Then he shot me a venomous look and sat up to lean against the sofa with his face scrunched up as if he was being put through ultimate torture.

I finally calmed down after hyperventilating for a few more moments, and then I sagged and went limp, all adrenaline gone. Smiling sheepishly at poor Legolas, I whispered, "I'm sorry," and then teetered back upstairs, carefully looking at every step before I took it, in case there were more unexpected ant attacks. My parents were still mass-killing the ants when my brother whizzed right past suddenly, laughing in singsong, "Adri's gonna make the police come again, Adri's gonna make the police come again-"

"Police?" My dad whirled around, his face already looking very P0ed, while he held the can of antspray in his left hand dangerously. "What do you mean, come again? They came here?"

I felt as if my existence was being threatened.

"Nothing, Dad, jeez…" I glared at my brother vehemently. "I mean, like, well yeah- nothing." I tried to look innocent.

My dad sighed like his patience had reached its limit. "Adri…" he said, setting the can down while my mom continued their ant murdering, "I would like to know why the police came yesterday."

"Well, dad… if I told you you wouldn't believe me anyways."

"Try me."

"Ok, fine," I said, growing cross, "I'll try you. Last night the police came and knocked on the door because I was screaming and laughing and crying. And then our stupid neighbor had to call the police."

"And why were you screaming and laughing and crying?"

"Because I saw Legolas."

My mom looked up, bewildered. "You see him everyday…… why scream last night?" She asked, referring to my giant poster.

"Because I saw him in real life. Like, in real form. He was in my room." I said, growing bolder by the second. Meanwhile, I felt Legolas stop behind me and then his gaze boring through my mind like, ARE YOU ABSOLUTELY OUT OF YOUR MIND? WHY ARE YOU TELLING THESE PEOPLE ABOUT ME?

My whole family ogled me for a moment. And then my dad threw his arms up helplessly into the air and cried, "She's absolutely out of her mind. Why does she think she needs to tell us about him?"

My mom had a funny look on her face, while my brother, however, seemed to be staring at the space behind me. Or rather, where Legolas was.

"Mom…" He said suddenly, sounding weird as he looked strangely at me. "Mom… Adri's levitating in the air."

I looked down, and to my horror, I realized I had been stepping on both of Legolas's booted feet, telling him that I wanted to speak to him in private next. Immediately I stepped down from his feet (much to his relief) but it was too late. My brother had seen.

"Nonsense." My mom said, however, as she was back with the killing spree and so was my dad, and neither had bothered to look up to see me levitating. "Your sister doesn't levitate."

I stuck my tongue out at my brother.

"But she just was!" my brother retorted, and then he flashed me a look like, I'm onto you, and stomped off.

"Well," I said, trying to smile, "I'm gonna go get breakfast then. Oh, and I forgot to say this, so now I'll say it: a good morning to you all…" I babbled, and then hurtled down to the kitchen, dragging Legolas along in my wake.

Oh, poor wittle Legolas...0.o

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A/N: Well, this whole incident was based off a real ant episode that happened just recently. We did indeed discover ants in the bathroom, and then we sprayed them off, but the next day they appeared in the other bathrooms and then every time we killed them in one room, they popped up in the next. Pretty soon it was so bad that the whole kitchen was being attacked by them, and finally my dad went out and came back with three large cans of like this sort of fog that would fill up the whole house and kill every ant that smelled it. We had to go out of the house that whole day, but it was great: We carried my hamsters along and then had a nice dinner at Red Lobster, and also went to a music concert. And when we came back, at last there were NO MORE ANTS! GO FOG! After all, I am ant-o-phobic, or whatever you call it. . They give me the creeps. :)