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Summary- Lord of the Rings GONE CRAZY! This is a humor filled story about the Lord of the Rings..., all the characters are out of character except for Legolas..., and a narrarator keeps running around and ruining the plot-line! Add a couple of fan girls..., and insane she-elf who loves Legolas..., and an elven maiden that Legolas loves..., but she has to find Legolas first..., ARGGHH!

A/n- Hey guys! Guess what... I'm BAACK! LOL! I finally am going to update! YAY FOR ME! I can respond to reviewers now! YAY! Well here's the next chapter, enjoy!

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(The two was still in a tree, and the uh, tiger, is still down below. What are the Mirkwood prince and the she-elf doing to help the matter?)

"It was not my fault the fish ran away!"

"If you wouldn't have yelled in the first place, then we would have had fish and not been in the position we're in." Legolas looked at her arm. It had a deep gash on it, and looked to be quite painful.

"What was I supposed to do, there's some mad elf out there stealing people's clothes!" Anarya winced when Legolas touched the swollen skin.

"Well, still." Legolas said his voice a little lighter. "I love you."

"I love you too." Anarya sighed. Legolas looked up at her. He realized her face was pale, ashen, and marked with pain.

"Maybe we should try to get you to Rohan, or Gondor, or somewhere."

"Good idea." Anarya panted. "But the tiger's still there."

"Not for long." Legolas pulled a twig off of the tree above and through it deep into the forests. He watched as the tiger's head snapped up and he ran after the twig.

"Good idea." Anarya said when she was back on the ground and in Legolas' arms.

"Thanks." Legolas replied while running as fast as he ever could.

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"Stupid tiger." Lithen hissed while watching the elf run with Anarya in his arms. "No I'm not petting you, you didn't do what you was supposed to." she sighed and walked back to her home, the tiger in tow.

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"Ouch."

"Sorry." Legolas sighed and looked into the eye's of his wounded friend.

"It's okay, not your fault."

Sweat beaded from her forehead and Legolas wiped it away with his sleeve. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired." Anarya winced. "Some pain in my ankle but I feel it will subside." she smiled at him through her state. "How much longer my prince?"

"Only a few more minutes my dearest lady." Legolas smiled and placed a soft kiss on her sweat laden forehead.

"My hero."

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(Meanwhile in Mirkwood, the twins and Estel had some problems of their own...)

"I can't believe ada!" Elladan fumed.

"Elladan! This is so unfair, ada won't let us run away with women. What do you think they're doing right now?" Elrohir asked.

Estel raised one eyebrow. "Do we really want to know what they're doing right now?"

"No." the three said at the same time. Elrohir laid down on his back on the soft Mirkwood bed in his room. Estel sat down beside him and Elladan walked to the window. "Wow." he whispered. "Exscuse me gents, I'll uh, be back in awhile."

"Whatever." Elrohir groaned. "I wanna go away with a woman too!"

Estel sighed and nodded his agreement. "I want to run away with Arwen."

"Estel! My sister? Ewwww!" Elrohir looked at Estel.

"Allright, then I want to run away with Lisnain."

"You would replace my sister with that ugly witch? That's insulting gwador. That really is insulting."

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Elladan watched the young maiden in the gardens. He walked over to her and swooped her off her feet.

"What are you doing? Who are you?" she asked while looking up at Elladan.

"I am Prince Elladan of Rivendell, and I just swept you off you feet."

"Nah duh sherlock!" she laughed. "I am Lariana Silvareon of the house of Markin Elberon, Captain of Mirkwood army. He's my father."

"Oh." Elladan replied while walking over to a bench. "I would like to know more about 'Lariana Silvareon of the house of Markin Elberon, Captain of the Mirkwood army, who is your father'."

"The young Elrondians are hilarious, no? Penerie?"

"Penerie? What in the world is a Penerie?" he asked.

"You do not know him?"

"What in all of arda would call their son 'Penerie'?"

"I am Penerie Markinian, son of Markin Elberon, Lariana is my younger sister, and I do believe she does not need some one to sweep her off her feet."

"Penerie likes to be humorous too, don't you Penerie?"

"Of course Lariana, of course..."

To be continued...