A/N: Okay i lied...lmao ere's chapter 5! tee hee thankyou brownie24 for your comments concerning the prince :P lmao very funny... we should chase him with pitch forks! hahaha i'll have to start writing chapter 6 hey! oO or else people will chase me with pitch forks! eep! I ish glad people like my story tee hee... anyway R&R!

Chapter 5

The next morning was uneventful. Nothing remotely dramatic happened. Legolas had opted to ice Avarielle, but this didn't worry her in any way. She hadn't really thought of a chore for him to do, she'd planned on avoiding him all day. But… when he had ignored her at breakfast that morning she felt relieved that she wouldn't have to see him!

She was in the kitchens cleaning up when Eomer walked in. Apparently he was annoyed with her.

"Avarielle what is this I hear about you accosting Legolas?"

She dropped the plate she was holding and it smashed across the floor, shards flying every where. Accost? Her accost that prissy elf?

"Excuse me?" she asked, her voice a high squeak, "I did no such thing!"

Eomer's fierce look morphed into amusement and she felt her own blood begin to boil. "I was only kidding, but you did speak rudely to him."

"He deserved it." She snapped, stepping over the broken plate and walking over to the sink and began to manually fill it with water from the lever at the side, "He should never have said what he did last night! It was highly inappropriate."

Eomer watched her movements carefully and he had to restrain himself from laughing. Legolas did feel sorry for what had been said, but he just couldn't bring himself to tell this to her, himself. So he had kindly asked Eomer if he could do it for him. Of course Eomer had said yes, but he didn't tell his friend he'd tease her for a bit.

"Yes but you should not have been so smitten with him in the first place, otherwise you would never have snapped at him the way you did. I saw the way you looked at him my lady." His eyes twinkled in mirth and she felt like slapping him hard across his face! "You never even spoke out of turn to me like that before over a matter such as what he bought up."

Avarielle tensed up and turned to look at him her eyes a dark green in colour, "Yes, but did you not hear the way he spoke about it? You do not merely bring up casually how you strangled someone with their own intestines, orc or not!"

Eomer rolled his eyes, she was too opinionated for her own good. "Avari, he says he is sorry."

"Apology not accepted." She turned back to the sink once more and began loading the intact dishes into the water, a smirk playing at her lips, "You tell his Lordship that if he cannot sorry to me himself he is no more an elf than what I am."

Eomer sighed, "You are to stubborn." He turned and left the kitchens, this girl was too much for him to handle. All she ever did was whinge to him, and if it wasn't over her stable job it was over something else, he found himself hating females more and more each day the longer he spent with that particular harpy.

But she had been helpless when he'd found her and he'd never forget that. She held wide eyed innocence. He had questioned her about her origins but she hadn't been able to answer him, at first he had thought she wouldn't. Later he learned she couldn't. He understood she had some memory loss, but he could not always be this lenient with her, it was coming to the point where he would have to be stern with her. He was the King of Rohan!

Legolas walked through the corridors, his eyes searching every dark crevice. He feared running into the harpy, he knew she'd throw something at him. She had heard from Peregrine that she'd thrown a plate at Eomer… he didn't want a knife or something thrown at him.

He jumped when he heard a woman cough and his heart almost leapt into his throat when from out of the shadows a blonde haired woman emerged. "Lady Eowyn, when did you arrive?" he was relieved it wasn't the psychotic woman.

"Not to long ago, my husband has gone to discuss tactics with my brother." Eowyn, sister to Eomer, replied her blue eyes sparkling in the darkness, "I have heard of your latest conquest."

Legolas struggled to think of what it could be and then it occurred to him. "Thank you my lady."

"And where is your wife? I heard she is rather beautiful…"

The elf nodded, he didn't want to talk about it any further. To him it wasn't a marriage of love as he had imagined his wedding, but a marriage of convenience. "I must go." He smiled half heartedly and walked away, brooding.

He hadn't wished to inform anyone of his marriage, for he just wasn't proud of it. She was a pretentious, self centred witch in his mind. What had disturbed him more than anything was the un-canny resemblance the girl had to his wife. 'Perhaps they are related?'

He shook his head and as he rounded a corner Avarielle collided with his chest. She stumbled back her eyes wide in shock, but that was soon replaced with contempt when she realized who it was she'd run into.

"Learn to watch where you are walking!" she snapped, her eyes flashing dangerously, "Either that or don't walk at all!" but once she'd said it she realized the last bit didn't make any sense at all, "Oh never mind!"

She waited for him to speak but he didn't so she pursed her lips together and snorted. "What? Get my message from Eomer did you? That's good!" she raised an eyebrow when he still did not respond and she found herself steadily growing more agitated, "What change your race did you? You a mouse now?"

Legolas smirked at her, he liked teasing her.

"No, I'm just trying to figure you out. I heard Pippin refer to you as Riley before is that your name?"

"What? No." she genuinely looked surprised, even though she was faking it.

"Hm." He narrowed his eyes and shrugged, "Oh well, I suppose I'll find out eventually."

Now it was her turn to smirk, "You only got my nickname." she began to laugh lightly, "If you want to know the rest you'll have to clean the bed chambers." It had taken her nearly all morning to think of this, "Otherwise you won't get another letter."

He grumbled in disgust as he looked at her. He was sure she enjoyed torturing him, "Very well Riley."

"Have it all done in 4 hours and I will reveal the next letter." She smiled sweetly at him and patted his cheek with her hand, "You'll find the proper equipment in Eomer's chambers, you can start there." She laughed merrily as she left him alone to brood and Legolas decided he hated her, more than what he hated his own wife.