Complications

Author's Note: New Chapter! I hope that you like this one! Special thanks to all of my reviewers!

Legolas Greenleaf was scared. Not an utterly profound statement, mind you, but he was. He was down and out right terrified. The cause of his fears; a certain King Frenit of the Gladden Fields.

It had been almost half an hour since Legolas had been brought to the sleeping chambers they shared. It had been half an hour since Frenit had disappeared into the washroom connected to their quarters to 'freshen up' and it had been half an hour since Legolas had torn the room apart looking for means of escape.

The door had been locked and the key lost, when the elf had tried the doors to the balcony and to his relief they opened, however the balcony was about a 30 foot drop into rocks and waterfalls, so after a moment of serious contemplation he turned around and headed back inside.

He searched high and low for the key but could fine nothing, the only thing that was in the room were some clothes, jewelry, candles, and bottles that looked like oil but smelled sweet. It wasn't in the pillow cases, no loose floor boards, he was about to give up when he spotted something golden sticking out from a carved statue's mouth. Was it… could it be? YES YES IT WAS IT WAS THE KEY! Now the only thing he had to do was get it and unlock the door before Frenit came ba-

The door to the washroom began to creak open the elf mad a mad grab for the key before dashing to the door, but it was do late.

"Oh… so you're trying to escape me are you!" A playful voice echoed through the room.

"Err… no dear heart… just… err… examining the find craftsmanship of the door!" Legolas said mentally cursing in every tongue he knew. He looked frantically for a place to shove the key but there really wasn't a part of him available for stashing things. So, he put it in the only open space he could find. His mouth.

"Err… Yes, darling it is a lovely door… but you know the furniture is quite lovely too…."

"Mmm?" He felt a hand grip his shoulder and turn him around to face a smiling Frenit.

"Oh yes, the elves are wonderful craftsman."

"Mmm."

"I mean look at the detail on the chests, the wardrobes, the bed…"

"Mmm…"

"Are you alright dear?"

"Mmm Hmm!"

He grinned and led Legolas over to the edge of the bed and let him sit while he turned around to draw something. Legolas immediately spit out the key and shoved it down his bodice causing a unique squealing sound as his corset was stretched even further.

"What was that?"

"Err… nothing… the bed is squeaking I believe…"

"Oh… alright." He turned back around. After a few moments of rummaging about in chest turned back around holding some of the bottles of what he thought was oil in one hand and a candle in the other. He quickly set them all down on the nightstand, lit the candle and uncorked the bottles. Almost immediately the sweet fragrance filled the room and Legolas became rather tired.

"What are you doing, darling?"

"You will see!" Frenit rubbed his hands together in delight and went around to the back of the bed sitting behind the elf. He moved his hands above the Prince's neck then proceeded to give on of the best neck rubs Legolas had ever had in his life.

"Darling you don't have to… I really would be more comfortable if…. Don't bother yourself I'm…" All of the protests died on his lips. The king's hands smelled like oil too and Legolas was having a hard time keeping his eyes focused.

"Now, now dear I know how you love your neck rubs and we haven't been together in so long…"

"Errr… right…" His vision blurred as his body relaxed.

"And I was thinking…"

"Oh?" Frenit's hands were warm… had they always been that warm?

"My health hasn't been the best you know…"

"Mmm?" Why was he so tired?

"So… maybe it would be time if we…"

"Hmmm?" He was just about to doze off.

"Produce an heir?"

Legolas' eyes shot open and he bolted upright off the bed and away from Frenit's hands. "WHAT!"

"I think that it's time we produce an heir. I won't be around forever you know… and you are not getting any younger yourself… We may be running out of time."

"I am NOT going to produce an heir. I am… err… not ready… for mother hood..."

"But you love children…"

"THAT IS WHEN THEY ARE NOT OURS AND WHEN WE DO NOT HAVE TO MAKE THEM!" Then it clicked, the candles, the oils, the message. "You do not want to spend time with me! You only want to make your precious son… That's what this is all about… you are trying to get me to agree while I am not in my full state of mind!" He stormed to the table and cocked the bottles. "I am surprised in you, darling!"

"But it is for the good for the country, Dearest!" Frenit stood also. "We need someone to take the thrown should something happen to me! This is the perfect time we have all morning to ourselves."

"NO… I am the one that would have to have it and would have to take care of it… you will simply see it, teach to use sharp objects, then leave it the country." Legolas had woken up with a good attitude toward the whole undercover idea but now, standing before a human that really wanted nothing more than to us him to squeeze out children; he was beginning to think that killing Elrond seemed like the thing to do.

"Don't talk like that, love. You know I love you and would love our child just as much, and I value your opinion but I can assure that your fears are ridiculous."

"Oh really? Well if you loved me and valued my opinion than you would not have tried to drug me before asking me such an important question! Now if you excuse me I need some time to myself!" And with that he unlocked the door and ran out as fast as he could to find Aragorn wishing very much that he had jumped from the balcony.

Meanwhile Aragorn was having similar wishes as he was continuously bombarded with questions about Legolas. It was true that he and the elf were like brothers but he still couldn't tell weather or not his hair was more the color of gold or the sun, or whether his eyes sparkled more like the sea or gemstones, which really seemed to be the only thing that the girls wanted to talk about.

"You can't see the sun without squinting at its awesome might, and you can't see his hair without being in awe at its perfection! It's more like the sun than gold!" Rumi argued with Hetla. Trinil nodded and Orliwa rolled her eyes.

"Nu-uh!" Hetla yelled. "You can't even look at the sun and you can't seem to your eyes of his hair, like you look at gold!"

"Err… why does it matter… why can't you just call it blonde…" He was met with six appalled stares.

Finally Hetla spoke. "Why does it matter? WHY DOES IT MATTER!" Fortunately for Aragorn at that time the door burst open to reveal a very frantic looking 'Githil' he/she pointed to Aragorn and motioned him to the door.

"YOU. ME. HALLWAY. NOW!" He hurriedly got up and walked past the chambermaids who looked between him and Legolas with a mix between fear and pity on their faces. The two hurried out and slammed the door behind them.

Once the two were outside Legolas dropped his feminine voice and sounded very much like he was about to burst into tears. "I can not take this, Estel! I can not live with that man one more second…"

"Oh, come now, Legolas, he can not be that bad…"

"He wants to make merry with me!" The elf hissed. "He want's an heir to his thrown and I most certainly am NOT going to give it to him… Please tell me that you found something out…."

"Well… I have a few suspicions but no major leads… wait… did you say he wants to make merry with you?"

The elf sighed and nodded, sinking down to the floor and leaning against a wall with his head in his hands.

Aragorn burst out laughing. "You… and him… and then… with the… and the… oh … I am… sorry Legolas… but that is just to rich…"

"For you maybe… he is horrible… he can not seem to go five seconds without touching me… during breakfast he ran his foot up my leg, on the way to our chambers he picked me up… when he put me down he squeezed my rump and he keeps 'accidentally' falling onto my chest!" He sighed. "Oh, Valar, I can not take this…I do not understand how women bear it…"

Aragorn shrugged and helped the Elf up. "I suppose it seems normal to them. Then again I never do that to Arwen, so maybe it's just you."

"Gee… thanks… you're a big help."

"Maybe we should see Ada… I mean we both have the morning off and they will surely not miss us." He gestured to the closed door.

Legolas sighed and leaned gently against Aragorn. "I suppose you are right…" he sighed. "And maybe he will let me take this corset off… I am getting dizzy from the lack of air."

With that the two headed of to see Elrond.

Author's Note: Okay… I know that this is really, really, really short and stuff but I can explain! I probably won't get that much time to type tomorrow and am going to be leaving on a short vacation and won't be back until Wednesday. I won't get a chance to type anything or post though I can write a bit… while I'm going because the place I'm going doesn't have a working computer (I'll bring my crappy old laptop that doesn't have internet.) I really wanted to get another chapter up before I left so I worked hard and here you go! I'll do my absolute best to get one more chapter up today… wouldn't load last night but I didn't finish till about 11:30… Oy…I'm still tired… Special thanks to G.A. Clive for the nice little letter, and To KayCee for more E-mails… I love you but my inbox hates you. Also to KayCee who isn't answering my e-mails… I'll see you soon… and remember… 'M not drunk… 'M slightly intoxicated… I hope that you enjoyed! Until Next Time!

Fiery Mango