A/N: There's about four to six more chapters left for this story –sniff- and now my little ficlet is a teenager! Boy, you blink and they're already half grown:p Anyway, once I finish the next couple of chapters I will begin the second one, yay. So if I intend to keep the deadline I had better start fluffing! So these next few chapters are going to be fluff-tastic. And this chapter has a lot more book influence, a little Thanksgiving/Christmas time present to all of you that have read the book! Oh and Anna will not be heard from much, I intend to keep her whereabouts a mystery until the next book. FINALLY a freaking cliffie! I know, all of you are yelling at me. But to make it up to you I will try to go find a confrontation between Nikki (my nickname for Nicolette) and Sharkey (more hints to you book lovers!)

Okay time for me to add a little more sexual tension between Legolas and Nicolette. So this next chapter hopefully appeases your need for fluff, at least momentarily. And please do not hesitate to tell me if Legolas is being a sentimental, horny pervert in this chapter. SO PRESS THE FREAKING REVIEW BUTTON!

By the way I edited chapter 10, 11 and 12

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Skye: O.o dust bunnie minions and Saruman plushie? –Bows down- I must appease them! I wonder what he would have said if she did a 50 cent song…

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××Legolas' POV××

It was about three days ride to Edoras and by the time we reached Edoras I still couldn't get over her vulgar song! I kept on having these lurid dreams about Nicolette that were unbefitting a gentleman—let alone the Prince of Mirkwood. And the worst of it was that I enjoyed them, in fact I looked forward to them increasingly as they appeared repeatedly each night.

Nicolette lay resting against me; her wavy brown hair nearly covered her face entirely. I smiled and brushed it away; fingering the silken strands absent-mindedly.

"Wake up, melanin," (my love) I whispered in her ear. I knew she couldn't hear the last part. And even if she did she would not understand it.

She stirred in her sleep, her long lashes fluttered open; she muttered something incoherent then settled back into my arms.

Don't trip over your hormones, elf-boy, an unfamiliar voice in my mind warned.

I looked up and saw Jade flying low above me.

Jade? I enquired.

Yes, I can reach out to anyone's mind—well, except for the wizard. But anyway, I just figured out how, she said proudly.

I would appreciate you respecting my privacy, I said coldly. Embarrassed at Jade knowing my thoughts.

Mithrandir interrupted out conversation, "The dragon must hide, I know not what the men of the Riddermark would think of her."

Jade obliged and flew off towards the setting sun; tell the wizard I will be back at dawn.

I relayed the message to Gandalf as we approached the wide, wind-swept walls and the gates of Edoras.

There sat many men in bright mail, who sprang at once to their feet and barred the way with spears. "Stay, strangers here unknown!" They cried in the tongue of the Riddermark, demanding the names and errand of the strangers. Wonder was in their eyes but little friendliness; and they looked darkly upon Gandalf.

"Well do I understand your speech," Gandalf answered in the same language; "Yet few strangers do so. Why then do you not speak in the Common Tongue, as is the custom of the West, if you wished to be answered?"

"It is the will of King Théoden that none should enter his gates, save those who know our tongue and are our friends," Replied one of the guards. "None are welcome here in the days of war but our own folk, and those that come from Mundburg in the land of Gondor. Who are you that come heedless over the plain thus strangely clad, riding horses like to our own horses? Long have we kept our guard here, and we have watched you from afar. Never have we seen other riders so strange, nor any horse more proud than is one of these that bear you. He is one of the Mearas, unless our eyes are cheated by some spell. Say, are you not a wizard, some spy from Saruman, or phantoms of his craft? Speak now and be swift!"

"We are no phantoms," Said Aragorn, "Nor do your eyes cheat you. For indeed these are your own horses that we ride, as you knew well ere you asked, I guess. But seldom does a thief ride home to the stable. Here are Hasufel and Arod, that Èomer, the Third Marshal of the Mark, lent to us only two days ago. We bring them back now, even as we promised him. Has not Èomer then returned and given warning of our coming?" (A/N: Quoted from TTT page 497-498)

The guard shuffled his feet, "I know nothing of Éomer's whereabouts. But by order of Grima Wormtongue, no stranger is allowed to pass through the gates."

Gandalf became angry, "When last I heard it was King Theodan, not Grima Wormtongue who ruled the Land of the Mark. I am here with an important message for the king, will you not tell him we have come?"

One of the guards not grudgingly, "Very well, what are your names?"

"I am Gandalf, and I have returned with Shadowfax the Great, and the man is Aragorn, son of Arathorn; and the dwarf is Gimli, son of Gloin, Legolas Greenleaf, and the woman is Lostariel, the elf's wife.

I raised my eyebrow, I looked over to Gandalf and shot him an angry look.

The guard did not notice, "I will tell my master of your arrival and learn if he would allow you entry to Edoras, wait here please." The guard sped off towards the center of the city.

When he left and the guards went back about their business I turned to Gandalf, "My wife?" I rasped.

Gandalf nodded, "Legolas, be reasonable, you really think that they wouldn't have enquired about someone dressed in such a manner and a name like 'Nicolette DuBois?'" He asked.

I nodded, "I just don't know how happy Nicolette will be once she discovers this."

Aragorn and Gimli chuckled. "That will be an interesting sight!" Aragorn said, his eyes dancing with merriment.

I growled at him but said nothing.

Finally the guard came running back to the gate. "Follow me! Théoden has given you permission to enter. But any weapon you bear, aside from your staff, you must leave at the gate, the door wardens will keep them," He said breathlessly.

We dismounted and handed all of our weapons, including Nicolette's gun and sword (she was still asleep so I took them for her,) to one of the guards who went into a small shed inside of the gate and carefully placed them in a case.

The gate swung open, allowing us to pass.

The guard motioned for us to follow him towards the center of the city.

Villagers had gathered near the gate of the city to see Mithrandir and his strange companions enter their city.

I raised an eyebrow; all of the villagers were clothed in rags with sunken eyes and a wary expression on their faces. I spotted several children playing in the mud; they were all sickly and thin.

Mithrandir seemed to notice it also, but did not say anything. He merely smiled at the children and urged his horse on a little faster.

I nudged Nicolette, "Wake up!" I whispered into her ear.

After a few moments her eyes opened, "Are we in Edoras?" She asked blearily.

"Yes, now wake up!" I urged.

Nicolette sighed and straightened up in the saddle. "Whoa," She said when she finally saw some of the villagers. Her eyebrow raised, "From what I've read I would think Rohan would have been a bit more…" She searched for the word, "Well-kept."

I nodded, "Probably the doing of Grima Wormtongue."

I look of realization appeared on Nicolette's face. "Should've known it," She murmered, nonchalantly braiding a few strands of her hair.

××Nicolette's POV××

When we reached the 'Golden Hall,' thanks to the guidance of the guard— I spotted a woman at a balcony, she wore a white dress that clung to her; her blonde hair whipped around her face in a small whirlwind, her skin was milky white, and from the distance I could make out fair features. Éowyn.

I looked over and saw Aragorn staring at her, completely transfixed.

"This will end badly…" I muttered.

Legolas heard what I said, dang him and his Elven hearing. "What will end badly?" He asked with slight concern.

"Nothing!" I said quickly, I looked up at the balcony but Éowyn wasn't there. Figures.

If Legolas didn't believe me, he said nothing.

Gandalf dismounted, we did the same. "Be on your guard. Speak no haughty words, I counsel you all, until we are come before King Théoden's seat," He warned. (A/N: Quoted from The Two Towers, page 496.)

We all nodded and climbed the marble steps to the entrance of the Golden Hall.

Several guards blocked our path, "I apologize but you cannot go before King Théoden with your staff, Gandalf Greyhame."

Gandalf glanced innocently at his staff and hunched over ever so slightly, "You would not part an old man from his walking stick, now would you?"

The man sighed, "I suppose not…"

Gandalf smiled, "Thank you kindly."

Methinks Grima is about to get an ass kickin'.

"You think what?" Legolas whispered in my ear as the massive oak door was opened and we were allowed into the palace.

"Grima was…a tyrant in a ass life, I mean a past life," I stuttered.

Legolas' lips curved into a smile, "Uh-huh."

I rolled my eyes but my happiness ended abruptly when I saw King Théoden.

Théoden slouched over in his chair, the color of his skin was yellowish and wrinkly as crepe paper, his once sharp and alert eyes were watery and gray from cataracts, and his movements were jerky and unsteady, like a cheap robot.

But the only thing creepier then Théoden's appearance was the person who sat next to him on the steps to his throne. A man dressed in bear furs, much like his master's, sat whispering words into Théoden's ear. His raven-black hair was shoulder-length and oily, as if he hadn't bathed in several months; he was thin and scrawny, though he tried to cover it up with the furs, his skin was pale and greenish- like phlegm and his eyes were as black as his hair. It was his eyes that truly made him look like a vulture, watching and waiting to attack once someone stumbled. And it was those eyes that were staring directly at me with a hungry look on his face.

Grima… I thought. I squared my shoulders and looked him directly in the eye, not bothering to hide my evident disgust.

Wormtongue averted his eyes and whispered something in Théoden's ear again and pointed at me.

"Hail, Théoden, King," Gandalf said as he approached the throne that Théoden sat upon.

"Why should I welcome you, Gandalf Stormcrow?" King Théoden wheezed, his voice barely above a whisper.

"A just question, my liege," Grima said as he rose, "Late is the hour in which this sorcerer chooses to appear. Láthspell, I name you. Ill news is an ill guest, they say."

I closed my eyes, summoning all of my strength not to walk up to Grima and give him a good country whooping he wouldn't forget.

Gandalf shot me a look saying that I would do no such thing lest I, in the words of Samwise, become something unnatural.

"The courtesy of your hall has somewhat lessened of late, Théoden, son of Thengol," Said Gandalf, "Has not the messenger from the gate reported the name of my companions? Seldom has any lord of Rohan received four such guests. Weapons they have lain at your doors that are worth many a mortal man, even the mightiest. Grey is their raiment, for the Elves clad them, and thus have passed through great perils to your hall."

"Then it is true that you are in league with the Sorceress of the Golden Wood?" Grima shot back.

"Be silent, keep your forked tongue between your teeth!" Gandalf snapped. He trained his staff on Théoden, who seemed to squirm and writhe when it had been turned to him.

"His staff! I told you to take the wizard's staff!" Grima shouted to the guards.

That was all the permission they needed to attack us. Yay! I get to hit someone!

Soon the hall was in turmoil as the guards tried to apprehend us and Gandalf performed some sort of a Tolkein-ish exorcism.

I gladly punched, kneed, and kicked any guard who tried to stop Gandalf or attack any of our party. That was probably the best time I had had in the past couple of days. Dear God, I'm such a sadist.

I turned around to see Grima pinned on the floor by Gimli who was muttering threats to him. Rats, I was hoping I could get Grima. Oh well.

Then I turned around and saw Gandalf with his gray cloak off revealing his almost glowing white clothes as he and Saruman/Théoden were threatening one another. Well actually it was Saruman who was doing the threatening and Gandalf who calmly countered every single one of him. Gandalf was like the Yoda of Middle-Earth.

Then Théoden literally leaped at Gandalf but it was almost like he hit a wall around him and he flew back into his chair. I blinked and Théoden was almost a completely different person. His hair, which was tangled, gray and quite long, now was shoulder length and blonde with several streaks of gray, his eyes were clear and alert, and his skin held a more healthy pallor.

I saw out of the corner of my eye a woman dashing to King Théoden's side. "Are you alright, my lord?" She asked worriedly.

He held the woman's head in his hands, brushing away several strands, "I know your face," He whispered. Kissing her on the forehead, "Éowyn…"

Éowyn smiled; tears were streaming down her cheeks as she hugged him fiercely.

After they had their reunion Théoden rose, and spotted Grima who was struggling to escape Gimli.

Before I knew it, Grima was tumbling down marble steps of the palace and Aragorn was convincing Théoden not to make Grima a shorter man if you get my meaning.

But, fortunately for Grima, Théoden decided it wasn't worth his time to kill him.

The last I saw of him he was darting out of the gates of Edoras on a horse like all of hell was on his feet.

Then their came that question that I was hoping Théoden wouldn't ask: "Where is Théodred?"

Éowyn, who was behind, us bit her lip. "I'm afraid he's dead, my lord," She said softly.

I was surprised at his reaction; it was almost like he was crumbling. The look on his face made me turn my eyes away from him they were so sorrowful. He slowly, but purposefully walked down the stairs towards the gate of the city; Gandalf followed him.

I turned to Éowyn, "Where is he going?"

"To where we bury our dead, just outside of the gate," Éowyn said sadly.

I nodded. "Oh…" I said quietly.

Aragorn, Legolas and Gimli went inside, muttering something about talking to the door warden about weapons.

There was an awkward moment of silence before Éowyn exclaimed, "Oh dear! You must be tired from your journey! I will have several maids prepare you a bedroom."

I could've hugged her, after riding for several weeks without a bath you could've pulled my hair straight up and it would've stayed that way it was so oily.

After several minutes she returned and ushered me through several hallways until we arrived at my designated room.

Éowyn showed me where the bathroom and the closet were then left me alone after bidding me farewell.

I peeled my dirty clothes off of me then slowly and carefully poured hot and cold water a maid had left for me into the massive washtub. And who says the Rohirrim are barbarians?

I moaned as I lowered myself into the water. My sore muscles were gradually making up with me as the warm water worked it's magic. I closed my eyes and rested as the water lapped against my body. I realized how lucky I had it back home, running water, electricity, and a little sister who loved me, food. I was more blessed than I had ever realized, despite the fact my mom didn't give a whit about me.

After about a half an hour of soaking, I heard the bedroom door slam. I assumed it was a maid so I kept my eyes closed and didn't bother to cover up. I simply enjoyed my first bath in over two months.

××Legolas' POV××

Aragorn, Gandalf, Gimli and I had spent half an hour in King Théoden's court trying to convince him not to flee to Helm's Deep. But he had been stubborn and refused our counsel, tomorrow everyone in Edoras would be evacuated to Helm's Deep.

Éowyn led me to my quarters then left me.

I unlocked the door and sat my weapons down in a corner and took off my shirt, still mulling over the problems that would lie ahead for the Rohirrim, for Frodo and Sam, for the fellowship.

I slowly opened the door to the bathroom but the sight before me stopped me dead in my tracks.

Nicolette lay stretched out in my bathtub, her wet and matted hair pooled around her, fortunately covering up most of her…private parts. But leaving little to the imagination.

She slowly opened her eyes, turned to get out of the bathtub and saw me in the doorway. She yelped in surprise and grabbed a towel lightning fast, but that brief moment before she covered herself was long enough for me to glimpse at her person.

"W-what are you doing here?" She asked angrily, wrapping the towel around her.

"This is my room. I'm so terribly sorry, Nicolette! Here, I will ask for a new room or something. Again, I am so sorry to have caused you such an embarrassment…" I babbled on, I knew I was making a fool out of myself but I couldn't stop.

Suddenly, Nicolette pulled me to her and kissed my passionately, I froze for a moment but slowly began to return the kiss.

After a few moments we pulled apart, trying to catch our breath.

"Why did you do that?" I asked breathlessly.

Nicolette grinned, "Only way I knew to get you to shut up!" She laughed but it quickly faded.

Before I knew what I was doing, I pulled Nicolette to me and kissed her with more fire and passion then I knew I possessed. My tongue plundered her mouth, I gently tugged on her lower lip, and my arms snaked around her waist.

Nicolette responded eagerly, she led me out of the bathroom all the while kissing…

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A/N: O.o what will happen next? Oh and here's what I have for the soundtrack so far:

You Shook Me All Night Long by AC/DC

May It Be by Enya

Going Under by Evanescence

Untitled by Simple Plan

Bridge Over Troubled Waters by Simon and Garfunkel

Point of No Return from the Phantom of the Opera soundtrack

Forever Young by Alphaville