A/N: Finally, I got it done! A bit of writers-block again. I need to get a muse, anyone have a suggestion? Anyway, to my wonderful, fantastic reviewers: Fiona McKinnon- Thank you! And I'm glad that you're glad that I'm glad you found it amusing XD. angelsfyre1-You will soon see that that will not be the last time Leggy screws up! Actually originally I was going to have the mystery listener be Aragorn, but it occurred to me that one of the people you suggested would make more sense. For that I thank you! Enjoy the new chapter, this one's for you! Duvet-I updated! I updated! I updated! lol Enjoy! Shero-Thank you! Enjoy the new chapter! LilyandJamesforever- Guten tag! You gave me the longest review yet! Thank you for the advice. I hate it when people make their OC's flawless. In Donna's case, so far she's built like an eleven-year-old boy, and some rather comical personality quirks will show themselves later on. In chapters soon to come, she will prove to have some skills that will seem a bit suspicious at the time, but please don't let it turn you off, everything will be explained later on in the story. And about the Bush thing: Don't worry about it. I'm Canadian, and I hate the bugger!

Great big hugs to everyone who reviewed, and everyone who's reading! Enjoy! Oh, BTW, sorry for the two A/N's that show up in the fic. I put them in italics so you can skip them. They're just there so that I don't get my booty sued.

Disclaimer: I do not own Legolas, Lindir, or any other character you recognise. They belong to J.R.R. Tolkien and his associates. Pieces of songs and dialogue used from pages 230-231 of The Fellowship of the Ring. Though I may have changed them around slightly, I do not claim that these are my work. Dialougue and songs from the book marked with brakets. These things: ( ).

Chapter 5: Jealous Elf

"Sweet Jesus! You scared me!" Donna said irritably, glaring at the richly clad man who stood on the ground below her.

"Forgive me, milady. I did not mean to frighten you," he said ruefully. She couldn't help smiling. He was a large man, with broad shoulders and strawberry-blonde hair. He reminded her of the Percheron work-horses Jack used to keep. At first glance they were rather intimidating, big and muscular as they were, but spend a short time with them and one soon saw that they were just big softies.

"Aw, forget about it. No harm done. Who are you anyway? You're no elf," said Donna.

"I am B---would it be too bold to request that you join me here? It is improper for a man to raise his voice at a lady!" said the man, obviously more concerned for her safety than what was considered improper.

"Alright then, watch yourself. I don't wanna jump on ya." She climbed down a few branches and jumped the last six feet, thinking that it wasn't very high. In truth, for her, it wasn't, but when recovering from saddle-sores, even jumping the last couple of steps on the stairs is too high. She went wide-eyed, and said, "Oooooh DAMN that hurt…" She limped over the a near-by bench.

"Are you alright milady? Did you pull a muscle? That was a rather high leap…" said the man worriedly, following her closely.

"Don't worry, I'm fine…" she said tensely. "I just got hurt on my way here, so I'm a bit tender."

"I am sorry to hear that," said the man sympathetically. "Oh, I am Boromir, son of Denethor." He bowed deeply and kissed her knuckles, much to her surprise.

"Pleased to meet you." She sat down, and he did the same. I'll never get used to that hand-kissing thing… "I'm Donna."

"How were you injured, if you do not mind my asking?" asked Boromir curiously. She smirked inwardly. He didn't seem very confident. At least not when in the presence of women. She imagined he was very cocky when around men.

"I got shot, I rode for too long, and I got kicked by a horse. A BIG horse."

"But you're still in one piece! You are hardy for one so small!" said Boromir with surprise. Then he blushed and added, "Forgive me for being so indiscreet…" She smiled, chuckling, despite herself. She liked this Boromir fellow. He reminded her of Shawn. He was middle aged, looking to be in his early forties. In truth, she was likely a couple of decades older than him, but she appeared to be several decades younger. She thought that it would be safe to be friendly with this man without having to worry about him developing any romantic feelings for her. Not that she could understand why anyone would fall for her anyway.

"Where do you hail from, milady? I have not seen clothing such as yours before," he asked.

"Ah…overseas. The name of the country would mean nothing to you," said Donna, not feeling like discussing her situation with him.

"That would explain your accent. What brings you to Rivendell?"

"I was shanghaied here by a trio of Wood elves," replied Donna with a smirk. Boromir stared at her blankly. "I came here to see Elrond…er…I mean LORD Elrond. I have a small problem with no obvious solution, at least no solution Lord Elrond can see, so instead I'm going to some sort of council tomorrow and apparently there's someone there who might be able to help me."

"Ah, then we are here on common purpose! Perhaps you would like an escort to the council?" he asked with a shy smile.

"Sure, why not?" she answered. She didn't see any harm in going with him. "You can protect me from the stubborn elf who's taken a liking to me."

"You do not return this elf's affections?" he asked with mild surprise.

"That I don't," she replied jadedly. "Speak of the devil." With that, Legolas entered the garden, and she stood up as he approached. She noticed that Legolas was trying very hard to hide a glare as he saw Boromir sitting at the same bench as her. He was not doing a very good job of it.

"I have been looking everywhere for you!" said Legolas. "I thought that you might like to see the Hall of Fire."

"The Hall of Fire?"

"It is at most times a quiet fire-lit place where one may go for peace and quiet. But with so many people here, from all the corners of Middle Earth, tonight it is a place where many songs shall be sung, and fables told," said the elf.

"Songs?" asked Donna, her eyes lighting up. Legolas smiled and nodded, then glanced again at Boromir, and with narrowed eyes, asked, "Who is this?"

"Boromir of Gondor," answered Boromir, extending his hand good-naturedly. Legolas only gave him a minimally correct nod.

"I am Legolas Greenleaf, of the Mirkwood Realm," he said coolly. Donna was disgusted. He was being unbelievably rude. "Milady, would you care to join me?" Not while you're being such a giant ass, she thought irritably. But she suspected that she would regret it if she refused. Not wanting him to make a scene, she nodded the affirmative and as they walked away, cast an apologetic look over her shoulder at a bemused Boromir. He gave her a look of sympathy in answer and waved goodbye.

Legolas watched Donna from a distance as she spoke with the Halflings. After escorting her to the Hall of Fire, she had run off, and all his attempts at conversation with her were thwarted with a shushing gesture or temporary deafness. He suspected that she was probably angry with him for being rude to the Gondorian, but he felt justified in his actions. The man had beentalking to Donna! And she seemed to be enjoying the conversation. She couldn't have known the man for more than an hour at the most, and yet she looked to be in deep conversation with him when he first saw them. He had known her for nearly a week and he still had to work just to get her attention. She seemed to know two of the Hobbits, although at first she was reluctant to speak with them. He remembered her mentioning having an embarrassing incident involving some hobbits, he suspected that they might have been the ones she spoke of. But when they noticed her, they waved and soon she was speaking with them as if they were old friends. He wondered why he seemed to be the only one she could or would not warm up to. He knew that he had done a few things that did not earn him any respect from the woman, but before they had arrived at Rivendell, he had done nothing that would warrant her frosty treatment.

He sat against a pillar, sulking noticeably, when he was joined by Aragorn.

"Sut naa lle umien, Mellonamin?" said the Ranger, resting a hand on his shoulder (How are you doing, my friend?).

"Terribly! I have managed to incur her silent wrath once again!" cried the Price, throwing his arms up in frustration. The Ranger did not need to ask of whom he spoke. Legolas had not stopped speaking of the mysterious Elleth since they had run into each other in one of the gardens. From what he could gather, Legolas was obviously infatuated with the woman, she wanted nothing to do with him, at least not romantically, and since arriving in Rivendell, Legolas could not spend ten minutes with the girl without doing something to offend her. He actually found it rather amusing, but he would not dare show it with his old friend in the state that he was.

"Again? Did you not just resolve a conflict with her?" asked Aragorn.

"Yes," replied the Elf ruefully.

"What did you do this time?"

"Well, I saw her speaking with a Gondorian…and I was rather rude towards him. I do not think she was at all impressed with my behavior," he said guiltily.

"Did it look as if she were being wooed by the man?" asked Aragorn suspiciously.

"Not exactly…no…they just seemed to be having a conversation…the lady Donna does not seem the type to be wooed by one she has just met," replied the Elf, hanging his head forlornly.

"Well then! I believe the girl has a right to be angry with you! She was probably appalled and embarrassed by your behavior," scolded Aragorn.

"What should I do?" asked Legolas, gazing mournfully over at the dark-haired Elleth. If she knew that he watched her, she ignored him completely.

"If I were you, I would apologize as soon as possible. Perhaps if your apology is profound enough you will be able to salvage any shreds of respect she may have left for you," replied the Ranger, bidding him farewell and going over to speak with the oldest Hobbit in the group, the one named Bilbo, the only one Legolas knew. Aragorn was greeted warmly by all the Hobbits, especially Bilbo and a younger, dark-haired one who he understood to go by the name of Frodo. Donna smiled at Aragorn and said hello, then Aragorn and Bilbo went off to a corner to finish a song Bilbo had been working on.

Legolas noted with mild surprise that the girl seemed to absolutely adore music. Between songs, she would ask the Elven minstrels many questions about their instruments, and they gladly answered her questions, surprised and pleased by her enthusiasm. She seemed to have much knowledge of music in all its forms. When she listened to Elves sing, her dark green eyes would twinkle with unhidden glee. Even if she wasn't speaking to him, it pleased him to see the woman so happy.

A while later, Bilbo stood up on a bench and called for everyone's attention.

"I have a song for you all! And a small challenge! You must try and guess which parts of the song are mine, and which parts are the Duunadan's!" The Elves listened intently as he sang his song of Earendil. Donna included. She seemed utterly fascinated.

("…And over Middle Earth he passed

And heard at last the weeping shore

Of women and of elven-maids

In Elder Days, in years of yore.

But on him mighty doom was laid

Till Moon should fade, an orbed star

To pass, and tarry never more

On Hither Shores where mortals are;

For ever shill a herald on

An errand that should never rest

To bear his shining lamp afar,

The Flammifer of Westernesse.")

Donna stood transfixed by the words, and was only brought back to reality when an Elf said, ("Now we had better hear it again.")

(Bilbo bowed and replied, "I am flattered Lindir, but it would be too tiring to repeat it all." The Elves laughed, their eyes dancing with mirth, and they answered, "Not too tiring for you! You know you are never tired of reciting your own verses. But really we cannot answer your question at one hearing!") (A/N: I altered this slightly, but it's still not mine.)

("What!" cried Bilbo. "You can't tell which parts are mine, and which parts were the Duunadan's?") Donna laughed at this, finding the expression on the old Hobbit's face greatly amusing.

("It is not easy for us to tell the difference between two mortals," said the Elf.)

("Nonsense Lindir," snorted Bilbo, "If you can't distinguish between a Man and a Hobbit, your judgment is poorer than I imagined. They're as different as peas and apples.")

("Maybe. To sheep other sheep no doubt appear different," laughed Lindir. "Or to shepherds. But Mortals have not been our study. We have other business.")

("I won't argue with you," said Bilbo. "I am sleepy after so much music and singing. I'll leave you to your guess if you want to.") Bilbo and Frodo went off by themselves, talking quietly. Donna laughed, the Hobbits were pleasant little creatures. She scolded herself however, for if she were not careful she would undoubtedly grow attached to them. Aragorn walked over to her and smiled good naturedly.

"Did you enjoy the song, my lady?" he asked.

"That I did!" she replied, smiling. "What parts were yours?" Aragorn laughed and replied, ("Actually all of it was Bilbo's, I just insisted that he put in a green stone. Personally I think the whole thing to be above his head, he demonstrated great cheek singing of Earendil in the house of Elrond.") (A/N: Bilbo and Frodo had a very similar conversation in the book, so I'm not taking credit)

"Well, it was an interesting song for me anyway, I learned a few things," she said, laughing.

"Why have we not heard you sing any verses this evening, milady?" asked Aragorn.

"I don't sing."

"Why not?"

"I have my reasons," she stated simply. Aragorn took the hint, knowing the undertone in her voice meant that the topic was closed. He had used the tone often enough.

"On an unrelated topic, just how angry are you with Legolas?" he asked with a smirk. She stared at him for a moment, then looked around, catching Legolas hovering a few yards away, sitting against a pillar, gazing at her longingly. She sighed jadedly and replied, "Angry enough. How much did he tell you of what happened?"

"He said that he saw you speaking with a Gondorian, and that he was not as polite to him as he should have been," replied Aragorn. Donna snorted and said, "That's putting it lightly. He was the biggest---" Aragorn raised his hand to ward off the impending stream of curses he suspected was about to come forth from the small, dark woman.

"No need for vulgarities milady."

"Sorry."

"Think nothing of it. Allow me to apologize on his behalf, he can be rather impulsive at times. When it comes to acting correctly around woman, he has all the tact of a young stag in heat." At that moment a flustered Legolas stormed over and spluttered indignantly, "My ears do more than frame my face you know!" Donna covered her mouth and nose, trying to stop herself from laughing. The sight of Legolas in such a state was absolutely adorable. His cheeks and ears had turned a light shade of pink, and his sapphire eyes burned brightly with ire. Between snorts and giggles, Donna managed to choke out, "Please excuse me…I…I need to…check something…" and ran off in the other direction.

A/N: There, another chapter. I'm hoping to get another one posted by tomorrow, possibly by tonight if I can keep inspired. Remember, any dialogue marked withbraketsis not my original work. sticks her tongue out at mean lawyers Nya nya! Ya can't sue me! Don't forget to review, that makes me work better and faster grin.