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Chapter Two: Arriving

Legolas Greenleaf bounded through the gates of Rivendell on his horse, scaring the guards and causing at least half of them to let out colorful strings of curses for him startling them.

Yup, it felt good to be back.

"Sire, I do not think that the guards appreciated that." Said a voice from behind the Prince. It was Talantir, one of the soldiers that was his escort. Legolas just shrugged.

"Ah, well, they are used to it." he said with a lopsided smile. Talantir smiled. The guards were indeed used to it, that could not be denied. But all the same...

"Do not worry, mellon-nin. I shall get scolded later." Legolas said, clapping his friend on his shoulder. The Elf just laughed as Legolas walked off towards the stables, his horse close behind him.

"Hurry!" Elladan gasped as he looked out the window. "He's already here!"

"Oh, shush, Dan!" Elrohir hissed back. "I'm going as fast as I bloody well can!" He stuck his tongue out in concentration as he slowly poured the dye into the dark green phial that held the Prince of Mirkwood's shampoo.

"Aaaaaaaaand....finished!" Elrohir said happily as the last drops trickled into the phial. He quickly corked the container and replaced on the shelf above the bathtub, and then he and his twin hurried out of the rooms and into the hallway.

"It's a good thing that we sent Arwen down to delay him." Elladan said as his brother stuffed the phial in his robes' pocket.

"Yes, a very good idea. Let's hope she doesn't make anything too obvious.'

"Ah, Legolas! You have arrived!" Arwen said cheerfully as Legolas entered the stables. He smiled at her.

"I have." he looked around. "Where are your brothers, M'Lady?" he asked suspiciously.

Arwen grinned. "Inside, I believe. I think they were plotting something again for Lord Erestor."

Legolas arched an eyebrow. "Again?" he asked, taking of his horse's saddle.

Arwen shrugged. "They did slugs in his desk drawers this morning."

The Prince shook his head, raising his eyes to the sky. "Typical."

"Ah, well, they put snakes in Lord Glorfindel's." Arwen pointed out.

"I thought they weren't supposed to do pranks when guests are here?" Legolas asked, taking of the reigns.

"Ah, but there were no guests when they did said pranks."

""Has Elladan been philosophizing again?" Legolas asked as he hung up his horse's tack.

Arwen nodded, and Legolas shook his head. "Definitely not a good sign. Well, I'm done in here. Shall we go up to see your father?"

The maiden nodded, and Legolas offered her his arm. She took it with a smile and they headed towards the house.

Elrond and Erestor strolled down the hallway towards the front doors just as the Prince and the Lady Arwen entered.

"Ah, ada!" Arwen exclaimed upon seeing her father. "Legolas has arrived!"

Elrond laughed. "I can see that. Mae govannen, Legolas." the Elf Lord said, placing a hand to his breast, with Erestor following in suit.

Legolas returned the gesture with a smile. "Mae govannen, Lord Elrond. Lord Erestor. It has been a long time."

"Indeed." Elrond said, a twinkle in his eye. "The last time you were here was certainly eventful." At this, Erestor smiled, and Legolas lowered his head.

"Aye, it was." the younger Elf replied, a smile playing on his lips. "It was most delightful."

"I imagine so." Elrond laughed. "But you are much more mature this time."

Erestor and Arwen rolled their eyes, but Legolas nodded. "I am, milord. But if you'll excuse me, I would like to take a bath before dinner. It has been a very long trip. The roads are no longer safe, as you know well."

"Yes, that is very true, Legolas. Well, we shall see you at dinner." Elrond said, speaking for the three dark haired elves.

"Until then." Legolas said with a bow, and walked off.

A/N: Uh, oh! Legolas is in for it big time! Well, nobody guessed what was gonna happen, but that could be because only ONE person reviewed to chappie two. If you don't like this, mates, tell me. But no flames, please. At least tell me what would make it better. Hasta Luega (until later)!

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