AN: SORRY! I didn't mean to get behind again! I've been trying to update but the site was acting strange for me (probably my computer again) but now everything seems to be working fine for me. It's either that or I need to start picking a better day to update because, between school, dance classes, and a bunch lf lazy fellow Girl Scout leaders who like to lump their work on me, I'm running on very little free time. I'm going to try and free up some more time by giving all my fellow Girl Scout leaders back their work. They should really be doing it instead of me because I'm just the Daisy leader. As always, thanks for the reviews! They rock like a box of socks and keep them coming. I don't care if they're good, bad, or indifferent. I'm always open to everyone's opinions and I like to hear what people are thinking!

pixie88: I'm glad you liked the bit of a visit into Algernil's mind. She's really just a mother at heart so she just wants to do what's best for the little girl in her son's care at the moment. Of course, she has Shannon to contend with but that'll be dealt with later. She is really just playing detective with her husband and pushing his buttons as a way to make him, sort of, pay for what he's done. She's not sure where to go yet since coming back from the dead- Not that I would know myself- probably isn't fun. Lab and organic chemistry have a nasty tendency to take over one's life but I miss lab. None of my classes have labs attached to them this semester.

Elven Script: I do hope your computer's better! Well, he need some way to explain his son's "irrational" actions and I guess enchanted was the best one Thranduil could come up with to explain things. Not that he really believes Emma knows any magic or anything like that, of course. Bashing coming soon and I hope you get your essays done.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except for a handful of made up characters. Tolkien thought up the concept and, as such, it belongs to him. I'm just playing in his world. I'm broke and in Graduate School. All I own are Pointe Shoes.

It seemed strange to Legolas- and more to Emma- that Algernil had not only cooked but brought food to her son's quarters. Legolas had been expecting to either be eating alone with his sister or be forced into yet another uncomfortable diner with his father.

Presented with those choices, Legolas was more apt to pick the former over the latter. More for Emma's comfort than his own since he'd had to deal with Thranduil for more years than he cared to think about. After all, it had just been father and son for several years before his sister's appearance into their lives and his mother's return.

Thankfully, those two events had lessened the time he had to spend with his overbearing father who wanted nothing more than to turn his son into a carbon copy of himself. For the future good of their kingdom, such as it was, of course.

Once the meal had been eaten and Emma had politely skittered off to get started on something she called "homework," Algernil stated, "I spoke with your father today about you little sister and why you did what you did for her."

"What did father have to say about it this time? I'm sure I have an idea or two but one can never be too sure with him," Legolas responded, seating himself on a chair and watching as his mother took a seat of her own.

He knew, full well, that if Emma were present, she would curl up on his couch like a small, furry animal and just watch was going on. Either that or she would sprawl out on the floor- in one of old dancer's stretch poses- but still watch what was going on. Legolas knew that her eyes and ears would take in everything around her, curiosity piqued by what was going around her. She'd take in all the information she possibly could and assimilate it in whatever way Emma did such things in her still young mind.

Sometimes the fact she was so observant set her brother on edge. There were matters at court that he preferred Emma not be so observant about. He did not want her to waste her time- Even if that time was infinite as she was a full blooded elf and had the same immortality all full blooded elves who did not meet untimely demises like his mother had. - on thinking about things like that.

Legolas was almost sure there were better, more productive things for her to give her mind and her time to. One of the main ones being her dancing since she seemed to excel best at that and derive some comfort in the fact that, after everything that had changed for her in such a short span of time, she could still do something Emma deemed normal for her. Sure the stage and the music were unlike anything she had worked with in the other world but the idea and the motions were the same.

Dance was dance, as Emma was fond of saying.

"He claims that Emma….enchanted….you and that enchantment made you do what you did for her," Algernil answered, trying to stifle the laughter that was threatening to bubble up and out of her.

There was still something very amusing about the image of a little girl who hadn't a clue what she even was trying to bespell a grown elven lord. Not just any elven lord, of course, but her son. That just seemed impossible to Algernil but that could have really been the mother in her talking.

"He thinks she enchanted me! That's a new one, actually. He speaks as if he is suffering from madness, nana. Emma knew nothing of elven magic, then," Legolas responded, sounding rather incredulous.

Thinking for a minute more, he added, "As a matter of fact, she knows very little about elven magic now. There is no way Emma could have enchanted me because she would not know how. It is a rare gift anyway, to be able to enchant another individual especially if that individual is a child of the Eldar."

"I know it is, my son but those were his exact words to me. He did not imply, of course, that Emma is an enchantress. I doubt she is, myself," Algernil stated.

"As do I," Legolas agreed, interrupting his mother, "I doubt such things exist anyway. It does not seem like a very useful ability to have. Nothing like Niphredil's ability to return that which was dead to the living."

Algernil looked to her son, giving him a small glare to let him know she had something else to say. Legolas nodded his understanding and motioned for Algernil to go on. He really hadn't meant to interrupt her.

"Thranduil, in his infinite wisdom, also believes that I have been enchanted by Emma," Algernil finished, ending her words with some more laughter.

The two sat in a comfortable silence, after Algernil's laughter had subsided into something a bit more manageable. She had spent the day dwelling on her husbands words as bodies and problems were paraded before the court. The more she thought about them, the more amusing they became to her.

"Whatever possessed you to allow Emma the title of 'princess' anyway?" Algernil wanted to know, realizing, though she may have asked before, it never hurt to ask again.

One never knew when they would get more information of a very different answer. Her penchant to question was of no surprise to her son, as Legolas seemed to consider his mother's question with the utmost seriousness.

Legolas thought for a moment, trying to discern what, exactly, had caused him to make such a kingdom altering decision. It had seemed so obvious to him at the time, though. It was just something he knew he had to do in order to set things right. Nothing was ever gained by not following what one felt was right, so long as it was well within reason.

This seemed to be well within the realms of reason.

"It seemed only fair, the obvious thing to do at the time. Her father, biologically as Emma is so fond of putting it, is the king. I am his son and crowned prince. It just made sense for her to be crowned princess," Legolas answered.

Sounding a bit sheepish, he added, "Once I found out how father treated her mother, it angered me. It also seemed like the best way to honor your memory. Father may not have honored it but I could do my best to set things straight."

"You did the proper things," Algernil told her son, with some pride in her voice, "I would have done the same, if I were here and in your position. I would, also, have made Emma princess."

"It seemed the best course of action to even the score, to borrow a phrase from Shannon," Legolas commented with a laugh.