A/N: Alright well here's chapter 2 :P enjoy! R&R

Chapter 2

Legolas was tending to his horse when a familiar female voice permeated his peaceful tranquillity. He saw the girl from before storm into the stables and he pressed himself against the stall to his horse as she brushed passed him, anger clearly written upon her face. Obviously her discussion with Eomer did not bode well for whatever her complaint was.

"My lady?" he asked tentatively as she slammed her hand into the side of an empty stall. She turned around and he saw tears had begun to slide down her cheeks, why was she crying? He always found human emotions so confusing.

"Eomer is a pompous scatter brained philanderer!" she cried, throwing her hands up in the air, "and I hope he perishes in the fiery lava of Mordor."

"He would if Mordor was still able to produce the fiery lava." He chuckled, "So I don't think he will be perishing any time soon."

Her facial expression softened to a degree before she began to laugh, "You have a point there." She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand and smiled at him, "Forgive me for my behaviour, but cleaning stables is somewhat what painstaking."

Legolas nodded his head in agreement, he knew all about mucking stables. He could remember when he was a lad and his father had made him muck out all the stables as punishment for stealing his horse. "Yes, I know."

"If you'd excuse me, I must get back to work." She grabbed a broom from inside the stall she was in and smiled an apology at him but before she could do anything he spoke once more.

"I've given you my name, shouldn't you give me yours?"

She froze on the spot as an idea occurred to her! She knew how she'd get out of this!

"I would, but if you muck these stables out for me I will reveal the first letter of my name." she smirked at her deviousness, "and from hereafter you must do at least one chore and I shall reveal one letter at a time, of course you are welcome to guess it at any time."

Legolas gaped, was the girl serious? He hadn't as much as lifted a finger to clean in over 400 years! Most he'd done was destroy orcs!

"Surely you can not be serious?" he didn't want to ask, but he had spoken before he could stop himself.

The girl only smiled maliciously as she handed the broom to him, her eyes twinkling in mirth.

He gripped the brooms handle tightly, and glowered at her.

"Of course I am serious my dear prince." She released the broom and stepped out of the stall smiling sweetly at him, "now get to work or else you shan't be receiving the first letter."

4 hours and 15 stalls later, Legolas stood before the harpy his hair a mess, dirt and mud adorning his entire body. His back was stiff and his hands were red and bleeding. He had been kicked several times and he thought he was about to snap in half…

She only smiled serenely at him, she had taken the liberty to bathe and she was now dressed in a plain green silk gown her hair piled loosely atop of her head, a few loose curls falling and framing her face.

"I must admit I'm amazed you actually did it. I had to tell Eomer you were busy doing other stuff to cover for you." Her smile was gradually starting to irritate him and he felt the sudden urge to throw a pile of mud at her clean, un-muddy face…

"Are you going to give me the first letter or not?" he demanded, throwing the broom upon the ground, "Or must I wait and do something else?"

At his last statement Avarielle grinned maliciously, "Now that you mention it. I still have to cook the evening feast yet; I'd appreciate some help there."

He groaned, why did he even open his mouth?

She smiled and shook her head, "But you don't have to do it, as I rather enjoy cooking." She had to restrain the chuckle that threatened to emerge from her lips at his sigh of relief, "The first letter to my name is A."

"Thanks." He remarked dryly, he had a feeling this girl was going to enjoy torturing him, "Now if you'll excuse me I will go to my chambers and bathe myself and ponder what your name could possibly be."

She was in the Golden Hall when another visitor for Eomer appeared. She heard them clear their throat and she sighed before looking up from her sewing. But what she saw astounded her; a small boy was standing there. He looked to be 4 feet high!

His hair was a mass of brown curls and he wore a forest green riders cloak and underneath he wore the colours of Gondor. He was no boy! He was a half-ling! Presumably Peregrine Took of the shire.

"May I help you?" she enquired raising an eyebrow, she was sitting in a chair beside the throne, Eomer had taken the liberty and kindly set one up for her. She put her sewing aside and smiled sweetly, she was curious to know why he was here.

"I am Peregrine Took, I am in service to his Lord Faramir of Gondor." He replied bowing low to the ground, "are you the Queen of Rohan?"

She almost choked. Her? Queen of Rohan? But she realized that sitting next to the throne mustn't do much for the imagination.

"Nay, I'm just a lowly servant." She stood up and her eyes twinkled in mirth, "If you are looking for Eomer try down at the stables, he is about to go for a ride around the mark with Prince Legolas."

When the hobbit came out of his bow his eyes seemed to light up at the mention of the arrogant elf. "Legolas is here?"

She nodded her head but didn't say anything.

The hobbit couldn't seem to contain his glee as he clapped his hands together in excitement; he had undeniably missed his old friend. It had been 7months since he had last seen him, his increased duties at Gondor had prevented him from seeing anyone.

She walked passed him and winked at him before departing out of the hall; she may as well go to the village and see if the market stalls were open. She was bored and she needed something to do, she only dreaded running into either Eomer or Legolas.