Chapter 1- Last Night in Rivendell

It was midnight when Legolas and Arasel tiptoed up the spiral staircases to Legolas' room. Alright, so he'd promised Lord Elrond he wouldn't have any girls over this time- but what else was an ellon in his place to do? She was beautiful, and she was obviously infatuated with him…

"Well, who isn't?" he thought as they reached the door to his room. He unlocked it as she covered her mouth with a hand to hide her giggles. And once inside, things went the same way they had with the girls he'd had over the previous four nights; and that's pretty much self-explanitory.

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The next morning, Legolas woke up to find himself lying alone and naked in his bed. He opened eyes to see the empty pillow next to him had a note laying on it, written in a flourished hand.

"Thanks for the great time, Legolas!

I had to leave so I could do kitchen duty-

Hopefully I'll see you again before you leave!

-Arasel"

Legolas sighed and snickered to himself. See him again? Not if he had anything to do with it. He didn't believe in getting attached to his 'dates'. He stood groggily and dressed himself, made sure he looked alive and healthy, and left his room with the note tucked in his pocket.

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Once downstairs, Legolas wandered to a back garden to look for his friends. They normally met him there, but today would be slightly different.

"Hello!" Legolas shouted in annoyance, hoping to get a response from his friends. Instead, a hand poked out of a nearby bush, plucking the note from Arasel out of his pocket. "HEY!" he shouted in panic.

"Thanks for the great time, Legolas!" an off-pitch male voice called from the bush, followed by laughter.

"Huh?" a younger voice questioned from a nearby bush.

"Nothing you need worry about, Estel." Elladan said, climbing out of the bush and brushing off his robes. Elrohir followed him, clutching the note in his hand. Legolas snatched the note out of the amused elf's hand.

"Do you want to get me killed?" he asked, stuffing the note into his shirt instead.

"Why would you get killed for having fun?" asked a young Estel as he struggled to make his way out of his bush. Bemused looks flitted across the twins faces at this question.

"Yeah, Legolas, why would you get killed for having fun?" Elrohir asked mockingly, as Estel came crashing to the ground from his bush.

"Shut it, you two. There are young ears around." Legolas said, trying to change the subject.

"Hey! I'm a whole ten years old!" Estel shouted defensively, and he folded his arms in an attempt to look angry. Legolas and the twins both laughed at him.

"You know who else is about your age?" Elladan asked him.

"Who?" Estel asked excitedly.

"That little girl over there." Elladan answered, pointing to the far end of the garden where a young Arwen sat weaving flowers.

"But she's a girl!" Estel cried out.

"But she's a nice girl! And she's not that icky… just go over and talk to her." Elladan replied, giving Estel a small shove.

"Fine. But if she says mean things to me, I'm not going to be nice!" Estel shouted back to them as he made his way slowly to the other end of the garden.

"Problem solved." Elladan said, looking back to Legolas. "So, breaking your promise, are you?"

"Well, no one has to know, so keep your big mouths shut!" Legolas said to them.

"Oh, no need to worry about that." Elrohir said. "Because if you get caught, we get caught. And that's not good."

"What do you mean we?" Elladan asked, raising an eyebrow at his twin. "I actually listen to Ada." He said.

The peace of their conversation was soon interrupted by a shrill voice calling out at the other end of the garden.

"ELLADAN! ELROHIR! HE BROKE MY FLOWER BRACELET!" Arwen cried.

"Alright… time to referee." Elrohir sighed, and headed down to the source of the crying.

"Be careful, Legolas. You never know when all your sneaking around will come back to you." Elladan warned, then followed his brother.

"Yeah, whatever…" Legolas thought to himself, heading out of the garden to get away from the screaming. He made his way down a hallway, thinking about what Elladan said. Had he meant he was going to tell on him? His thoughts were soon interrupted by a hand grabbing his arm and pulling him off to the side.

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"What the!" Legolas cried out when he saw the figure before him. Holding onto his right arm was an ellon who looked to be older than him, but he was dressed in a strange pink fluffy outfit. It had ruffles all about his waist and fell to about his knees, and the top half glittered. Clutched in his free hand was a silver stick with a small sparkly pink heart on the end. "Who on earth…" Legolas began.

"No. No questions. Just listen." The pink-clad man answered. Legolas looked the man up and down in confusion. In his dark hair was a strange sort of headdress with pink beads, and below his ruffled skirt his legs stuck out like twigs, with bare feet at the end.

"But… why…. who…? What are you!" Legolas cried, his eyes wide and filled with confusion and fear.

"Listen!" the man in pink said, and Legolas shut his mouth. "Good. Now, I've been watching you…" he started, and Legolas' eyes grew even wider. "No, not like that. I mean I see what you do." He started again, and Legolas' still stared at him in fear. "Alright, alright! I'm your fairy godmother!" he exclaimed. Legolas' jaw dropped.

"My WHAT!" he shouted.

"Your fairy godmother!" the man replied. "I'm your… guardian, of sorts." Legolas closed his mouth and raised an eyebrow in confusion.

"But you're not a woman…" he started.

"Yes! I know! I can't do anything about that! But the point is… if I see you making a major mistake in your life, I'm supposed to do something about it! And so, I'm doing something about it," The man answered. Before Legolas could respond, he found himself being struck on the head by a heavy object.

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That's it for part one! Please tell me what you think- I like opinions!

And now, for a little shoutout:

Thanks to my buddy, Manwathiel, for the hours-long phone conversations that spawned this madness, and for putting up with my constant questions.

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And now, an off-topic mini poll!

(Just because I can)

If elves were cheese, what kind of cheese do you think they would be?

Cheddar

Gouda

Mozzerella

Monterey Jack

You don't have to answer it- but why not? D