Title: Carry On No More?

Author: Eternal Elves

Rating: T

Summary: See first chapter

Author Notes: Alright, the last two chapters were rather angsty. This is a quick change of pace, but I hope you guys enjoy it.

Carry On No More?

Chapter Three

"Legolas!" came Elrohir's voice, shouting over the sound effects of the playstation that sat in front of him. For the past three hours, Elladan and him had taken it upon themselves to dominate the game, and were battling out for position one amongst each other.

"What?" the blonde ex-prince sighed, looking towards the living room with dread. He had kept himself from his own den ever since the twins had discovered he had a Playstation. They had been rather disappointed to find his most adventurous game was Mario brothers, and they had ended up going down the the local video store to rent a few games.

As a sound of a bomb exploding emitted from the room, Elladan cheered and Elrohir explaimed a few choice words before he continued. "Could you get us another pack of Cheetos? We're running low," he commented and Legolas groaned before reaching above his refridgerator to grab the last bag. "Oh, and while you're at it, could you grab us a few more Mountain Dews? I think you have a box inside the laundry room inside one of your baskets of clothes."

Upon hearing Elrohir's comment, Legolas was left to wonder firstly how Elrohir had discovered the pack. Then the sudden confusion as to what Elrohir had been digging inside his laundry for came to mind.

"Um. Yeah...let me get it," he muttered, feeling frustration come over him. He had hoped to hide his more 'valuable' food from the two, but with the twins it was never easy to get something past them. They hadn't been the Bane of Imladris for centuries for nothing.

Reaching in to drag out his twelve pack, he pulled four cans from inside it and decided to shove the rest of the box under his bed, hoping dearly they wouldn't search there. Most likely, however, they would be drawn to the spot, and he placed an extra can under the matress just in case.

"Okay, here," he handed them each two sodas and dropped the bag of chips on the floor. Elrohir was currently screaming "DIE DIE DIE!" while Elladan furiously pressed buttons on his controller. "Look, I've got to go to work, so I'll--"

"What?" Elladan cut him off, leaning to the side as he made his squad car on the game turn. "C'mon, blow it off. You can stay here and hang with us!"

"Um, sorry but I can't. It's a really important job, and I have to get there quickly," Legolas rambled on before he grabbed his jacket and slid his badge into his pocket. "Look, I'll be back around seven tonight, just don't--er--don't destroy anything while I'm away."

"Yes, your Highness," Elrohir teased, eyes still glued to the television screen.

Elladan was more reluctant but he shrugged. "Alright, alright. But hurry back, tonight we can watch a bunch of cheesy 80's horror flicks!"

'Oh, I can hardly contain my enthusiasm,' Legolas thought, sighing before he hurried towards the door, grabbing his keys off of a hook by the door. If he planned on not being late, he'd have to skip walking for the day and take his car.

As he leapt into the old ford vehicle, one of the only things he could afford on his salary, he missed the twins' last comments.

"I bet he's a police officer," Elladan quipped, pulling back on his controller.

"Yeah, or a hair stylist. 'Very important job', he probably reports to some of those girls going 'Ohmigosh, I just found out I like totally had split ends last night, and I need them trimmed, like, immediately'."

Both of them laughed, while Legolas himself was fully intent on not being late for his job.

Legolas found it slightly odd as he pulled into his parking space, that his partner Trent wasn't parked next to him. He always drove, so as he looked at the strange red vehicle in it's place, he just shrugged. Perhaps the old man had decided to get a new vehicle, although the truck that stood there wasn't exactly in better condition than Trent's had been.

As he stepped inside, he looked around with a slight puzzled look upon finding someone else sitting at his partner's desk. Hurrying towards the back office where the chief of police was, he knocked on the door before entering.

"Ah, Mr. Green," Chief Carlson greeted, nodding towards Legolas. "I see you've probably noticed our newest member of staff. I was about to have you report here. You see, last night Officer Trent Davis took to a bad back, and they say it's about time for retirement. His doctor has decided to keep him from work, and well...he can't quite keep up like he used to," came the comment before he looked towards the door. "You've got a new partner, but I don't know how long it'll be. It may only be for a while, because she's transferred from a different city. The department she's from had originally had too many officers, so they dispatched her to come here."

Taking this in, Legolas couldn't help but wonder how he would like his job. After all, getting used to new partners was a living hell. It took a while for him and Trent to get along, so he could only imagine how this would go over. After all, he'd watched all the sort of crime scene shows. If he knew anything, female partners just caused trouble.

"Alright," he said, nodding. He didn't have another comment. Sighing, he just decided to look back through the window and tried to size her up before turning back around. "Should we do the normal patrol tonight?"

"No, I've set Marcus and James on that for the evening. You can just finish some paperwork and perhaps discuss a few things with her. I think She might take some getting used to."

At this comment, Legolas was more worried than before. If the chief found her difficult, then he most likely would, too.

"Um, okay. I'll get back to my desk then," he said before hurrying back to his seat. However, he couldn't help but glance towards his new partner and wonder exactly what he would be stuck with. After all, he was going to be the one stuck with her, he could atleast try and figure out if she was going to slow him down.

Shockingly, however, he found that she was already standing there.

"Hi," she said calmly, holding out her hand to shake.

"Er...hi," Legolas blinked, shaking it weakly as he tried to figure out how he had been so off his guard that he missed her arrival.

"I guess we're going to be partners," she stated, and he nodded reluctantly. "I'm Jemini Walters, and I've transferred from Utah State Patrol."

"Utah?" he asked dumbly, remembering how Carlson had stated that the department had been full. It got full in Utah?

"Yes. And I take it that you're Luke Green, that's atleast what Chief said. He also gave me quite a list of paperwork for some recent accounts of speeding and other events. I managed to finish the last weeks, and there's two sheets in there about some hit and run so I figured you might like to look through those. As I understand, some things related to that may be quite different than what was back in Utah."

"Yes, they are," Legolas confirmed before he looked over the paperwork. She had gotten quite a bit done. "How long have you been here?"

"Well, as much as I'd like to say an hour to make my progress seem more impressive, I've actually been here since six this morning," she confirmed, and Legolas looked to see the clock that declared that it was now eleven. "They wanted me to check in earlier so I could be debriefed on some things. Unfortunately, they neglected to tell me it wouldn't take long, so it's been a bit."

"Oh, they have a habit of doing that," Legolas nodded, grinning slightly. It was rather awkward, talking to this girl. She seemed to be one of those girls who liked to ramble on and on about her life. He couldn't help but wonder if he'd have to sit through that kind of torture when they had to go through the city.

"I figured as much," she nodded rather seriously. "I best get back to my seat, however. It's my first day on the job and I don't need to lose it because they think I like to spend all my time talking."

As she turned away, Legolas groaned.

She probably was going to spend all of her time talking. And he was going to have to be the one who listened to it.