Chapter Seven: Leggie-kins

What with Legolas's half-indignant, half-despairing exclamation still lingering in the air, there wasn't a whole lot of talking in the room. None at all, in fact. All the occupants were either looking sympathetic toward the distraught Elf, or (as in the case of the twins and Thranduil) looking extremely amused at Legolas's plight.

Haldir broke the uncomfortable silence with a sledgehammer as he continued to read.

As Emyrald came to the clozing of her beyootiful song, she glanced at Leggie-kins again.

Thranduil didn't even bother to control his uproarious laughter. The same poor young maid who had finally been calmed down after her bout of running screaming to the kitchens, had just walked in carrying several pillows for the guests. At Thranduil's sudden, booming laughter, she let out a frightened squeak and bolted from the room.

Elrond glanced over at where she had previously been standing and shook his head sadly. "She'll be needing therapy after this…"

Elrohir grimaced. "Let's just say, she won't be the only one."

"Oh ho ho, that's too good!" Thranduil chuckled.

"What, that your son has a new ridiculous nickname or that all our servants are being driven to insanity?" Arwen snapped.

Thranduil held up his hands as if in defense, but he was still laughing, so the gesture fell flat.

Over the laughter, Haldir's voice could be heard.

Emyrald noticed someone sitting next to the Elven studmuffin. He was taller and blond, and looked like Legolas.

Thranduil's laughter began to decrease and a grin formed on Haldir's face.

Emyrald blinked. Could this perhaps b…Yes, it was! Leggie's dad, Thrandu—

"DON'T YOU DARE!" Thranduil wasn't laughing anymore.

Thranduil. Haldir finished with a satisfied smirk.

Now it was Thranduil's turn to sink into his chair as those around him got great entertainment out of his misfortune. All those present were quite startled to see even Erestor lose his composure like that. Glorfindel leaned back in his chair, shaking with laughter. Elrond had to leave the room in order to get his laughter under control. Legolas was looking far too triumphant. Galadriel, losing any sense of poise, wiped the tears of laughter from her eyes with the corner of a pillow.

Emyrald's song finished and she like skipped over to leggie and thranny.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!"

"My…my Lord Elrond! Are you quite alright!"

All those in the room jumped at the sound of Elrond's hysterical laughter. From the sounds of it, he was being restrained by several servants out in the hall.

"I will never…EVER live this down…" Thranduil muttered through clenched teeth as Elrond was brought into the room, supported on either side by a servant.

Legolas let out a long-suffering sigh. "Oh Ada…welcome to my world."

"He has a point." Arwen mumbled.

"Like, ZOMG, I like LOOOOVE u guys!" she said cutely. "You are just soooooooOooo sexay."

"Haldir, the fact that you are enjoying this way too much is quite worrisome to me." Celeborn said.

"Yes, honestly, you don't have to provide a high-pitched squeaky voice for this wench." Elrohir frowned. "We get it! She's bloody annoying. Let's move on."

"Alright." Haldir said smoothly, dropping the book swiftly in Elrohir's lap. "You read then."

Everyone broke into new laughter at the murderous look on Elrohir's face.

"Sorry, brother." Elladan teased, wagging a finger. "You really were asking for that one."

Elrohir cleared his throat loudly, shot a glare at a chuckling Estel, and turned his focus to the page. "I hope this is ridiculously embarrassing for the lot of you." He muttered darkly.

"Why, thanx, u lovely young thing." Thranny smiled. (More laughter from the recently subdued Elrond.) We would b honored if u would join us." He handed her a red rose.

"Why, Thranduil, I did not know you were such a smooth operator." Erestor smirked.

"You're smug now, but wait till she gets to YOU!" Thranduil shot back.

Erestor responded with a smile. "Ah, but you are wrong. I have found lesser 'Mary Sues' in the library of Imladris. I am more familiar to their ways. Not once, am I ever mentioned." He frowned slightly. "At first, I thought it to be insulting." The smile returned. "But now, it is truly a blessing from the Valar."

"Am I mentioned at all in any of them?" Glorfindel asked, sitting up straighter in his chair.

"Almost as much as the twins."

"I'm doomed." Glorfindel shuddered.

Elrohir continued to plow through the story, reading in a very flat but loud voice.

Several hours later, Emyrald had had 2 much wine, tee hee. She was like totally tipsy. Not drunk, tho. Because that isn't very sexay. And Emyrald is like the definition of sexay. Totally.

She giggled and like leaned on Legolas's arm. He blushed at her feather-like touch, lolz.

"This is borderline illiterate." Galadriel dead-panned.

"Perhaps I should take you back to ur room, my lady." Leggy said.

"Would you please?" Emyrald said, a smile forming.

She had a pretty good idea at what would happen once they got back there…

A loud gulp could be heard. All heads turned to see Legolas turn a funny green color.

"I think he's going to be sick." Estel commented.

In Emyrald's room…

"Well, this is it." Emyrald said.

"Yes. Are you ready?" Leggy said.

"Yes." Emyrald said.

"Are you sure?" Leggy said.

"I'm sure." Emyrald said.

"Let's do it." Leggy said.

"Okay." Emyrald said.

"PILLOW FIGHT!"

"Oh thank the Valar." Legolas exhaled heavily and his face returned to it's normal color. "I thought they were going to do…something else."

Somewhere during the fight, both lost several articles of clothing, and then, well, tee hee, they—

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

TBC….