Disclaimer- Do I really have to do this? -whispers to someone- What? Yes? Really? Oh, fine... -glares at reader- I dont own LotR... I only own me, and I own that badly enough... Happy now? -skulks off to beat up copyright lawyers-

Notes- Weee D You may think Caisha's completely off her rocker... and you'd be right! Well, at the moment she is... This time, we will be meet the Council of Elrond and a rather huffy character called Fred... Also, Lego-man will have a bit of a fit. Ever seen an elf loose it? No? You never will... But you can read about it here
Oh, and for the benefit of my story, Caisha speaks Westron, kapish? -gives everyone evils- I know its not the same as English, but it is here P so nheh! Though there will be a lot of elvish going on in this chapter, considering the elves like talking normally, which Caisha gets all pissy abouto

BIG NOTE- Im going on holiday!
I know... I'll miss you all too -sniffle- I should be back in a week or so- I'm going tomorrow morning to Turkey... Wee So I wont be able to update for a while -sulks-

Pronunciation of my characters-
Caisha- Cay-sha
Ysan- Ee-san
Dyanai- Di-yan-ey
Illyra- Ill-aye-rar
Línarai- Lee-nar-ey

To my beloved reviewers- All reviwers get cookies 3 weeeee.I got MORE reviewers D I feel loved. As promised, Crecy, xkuroxshinobix, rachor and Dutch's Girl get twenty minutes in a cupboard with their favourite Fellowship member! Yehaw.

Crecy- Lego-man to the rescue I'll try and update as much as I can... Thank ye for reviewing! -gives cookie-

Dutch's Girl- Why thank you D Have a cookie. -gives one-

ChronicCheddar- Ooo She sounds like a gem... I used to have an Hanoverian cross for show-jumping and cross-country, but I outgrew him... Wait, I've already said this o0 And yes, lots more broken bones on the way... Yes, Lego-man and Borrie, as Boromir shall henceforth be known from this chapter... They obviously have obsessions with knocking poor Cay down with their horses. Oh, and for being such a loyal reviewer, you get -shifty eyes- half an hour in the cupboard with Legolas and Boromir... -shoves you into cupboard-

xkuroxshinobix- Im sorry -huddles into blanket- I tend to get a bit... carried away. I'll try cutting them down more Have a cookie! -gives- I just do my paragraphs different to everyone else; they just start on new lines...

Rachor- My family still haven't learnt to stop twitching about me... Its rather depressing, really 3 But if I take my medication six times a day, its all good And the men in white coats dont visit me that much anymore... I can scare believe the images that line conjured for you as bad as the ones that I got xP Thanks for reviewing, you good little anti-social oddball, you! -gives cookie-

GothicShadow- I've heard of Huntingdon Never been there, but Ive heard of it. The romance? I'm not too sure xD Theres so many options... Who do you think? Im trying to decide between Elrohir/Elladan/Legolas and Boromir o.0 Any ideas? Oh, and you also get half an hour in the cupboard with two Fellowship characters enjoy -shoves-
Thats a good idea actually, about the romance... I'll make you all vote

Tiro narn nîn! - (Heheh... Means look at my story )

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Chapter Three - Of Royal Hissy Fits, Shampoo and Being a Lady

Legolas, son of Thranduil of Mirkwood, heir to the throne and elven representive-to-be for the Fellowship, has been summed up in two words; the Lego-Man.
He was looking down at something. Something dressed in an elegant and beautiful gown, face and (most specifically) hair covered by a creamy silver cloak, that could perhaps pass for ice colour at a distance... Something that appeared to have passed out a few moments ago because the day's events were once again becomming too much for her, and had only avoided once again hitting the floor for the fourth time that day by the speedy movements of two four-foot something high Hobbits and the arms of the Prince...
The two little hobbit-sized figures who were propping her upright were having a rather... strange argument;
"Merry, I want my carrots back."
"No."
"Merry..."
"No."
"Fine. If you dont give me my carrots, I wont ever let you eat the mushrooms we brought with us. Ever."
"Pippin! You wouldnt!"
"You know I would."
"Fine, fine... Just dont do that."
There was a moment of confused rustling as Caisha was left half-hanging off the blonde-haired elven prince with her right arm and half-falling into space, before Meriadoc Brandybuck produced a small bunch of broken-ended and dirtied carrots. With a reluctant sulk on his face, he handed them to the second hobbit, then resumed being a pillar support for Caisha's body-
"Y'know, for a two-leg, shes pretty damn heavy..."
"I heard that..." Caisha was stirring, slowly opening her eyes and looked down reproachfully at Merry, with a Grade B 'look'... The hobbit blushed a colour that might have rivalled Illyra's on a bad day, such as if Caisha caught her snogging the picture of Viggo... I mean, how scary is an elder sister who knows stuff about you she could use to destroy whatever social life you've managed to scrape together? Exactly.
Merry began to stammer out an apology, but she shook her head to force him into silence, then stopped, because it made her skull ache again. And then she realised exactly who she was clinging to. In the awkward silence that followed, she managed to support herself without the other three, though she did sway slightly as she waited for the world to stop being evil and cease it's nauseous spinning. And she wished to God that the Lego-Man would stop looking at her like that- it was one of those 'I'm only going to look concerned because its polite, but really I detest you and I want to boil you slowly on a spit, then feed you to my dog.' Which, if you think about it, is quite an impressive amount to put into one look. But he managed it, easily, and it made Caisha jut out her jaw in defiance.
"That..." she muttered, once she felt confident enough that she wasnt about to keel over again, "Is the second time I've passed out today. What did I do this time?"
She used one of the hobbit's heads to prevent herself tripping again, as the world lurched, and only let him go again once the danger was passed. Pippin quickly skitted out of her way to prevent it happening again, rubbing the top of his head with one hand and clutching his carrots to him with the other, muttering under his breath.
As it was, it was the Lego-Man that answered,
"Gen iston, elleth?" Caisha shot him the biggest death glare she could muster that didn't require too much effort on her part when she heard the word 'elf maiden'. Before leaving her room, she had asked for a few basic words in Sindarin- such as greetings, apologies, and any phrases people might just use against her, like 'lady', 'child' or 'maiden'... So, he, too, thought she was an elf- probably a very strange one, what with blue hair, but still... This was going to be awkard- though it didn't stop her giving him a minimal glare. She wasnt felling one hundred percent better, however, so as a result she probably just looked constipated, not scary. She realised the Lego-Man was still talking--- "-Agorel am man theled?"
Ahh yes. That damn elvish talk? She didnt understand a word he was saying... She'd only recognised 'elf maiden' in there... She vowed to discover how to speak this language; after all, he could probably be saying 'Do you want me to kill you, elf maiden? Or would you like to spare the world of your insanity yourself?' She groaned inwardly; just when she'd been slowly coming to grips with her new surroundings and that maybe, just maybe this place was Rivendell- and he had to show up... She felt herself quivering as her body tried to graple with the new information, as Legolas looked at her strangely- no doubt wondering why she was just gawping at him, rather than answering whatever it was he was asking...
In the silence that followed, as she blinked dumbly at him, and Merry went to join Pippin in devouring the carrots, she noticed his clothing. Yep, just like he looked in the movies... A basic two toned suede jerkin, worn over a pale silk shirt and dark suede trousers, with knee high boots that allowed him to go about, moving silently. He wore wide leather vambraces, similar to Boro... Bor... Bo... Borrie! She was too tired and woozy to bother thinking of his real name. And she noticed that the he had a bow and quiver of arrows slung over his back, and her shaking intensified... What could she say to an irate Prince of Mirkwood? If she said something wrong, his little entourage of elf minions might attack her... And she rather liked her eyes as they were, un-gouged. As it was, she just stared blankly at him, before looking at his horse.
It was beautiful, but then again, all elvish horses were beautiful... She wondered, as her hand reached out to stroke the soft velvet muzzle of the dappled grey equine, how she'd adjust to the horses back home in England, if she ever got back there...
Her thoughts, as usual, were interrupted by a familiar voice cutting across- it was Elladan, leaning against the stone wall of the House, looking across at them... Or perhaps Eldorado? No... She remembered Elrohir wearing a different tunic, when he'd been stood at the foot of her bed... So it was Elladan? Yes? Okay. Good. He so needed a nickname...
Both she and the Lego-Man turned to look at him, as he spoke;
"Le ava chenia, Prince Legolas. Ava bêd i laim edhellin..." (-She doesent understand you, Prince Legolas. She doesent speak the Elven languages.-) Caisha was astounded; okay, so it wasnt Spanish, or French... Did they seriously expect her to believe this was real Elvish? How could people even begin to understand this language, let alone speak it? Then again, she had flunked German and got a U on her French GCSE... Languages were so not her forte... She wondered what the hell the two were saying...
Legolas was looking from her to Elladan, looking confused, "Díheno i lû?" (- forgive the matter? -) he asked Caisha cautiously- Elladan rolled his eyes in the shadows,
"Se firin! Le ava chenia!" (- She is mortal! She doesent understand you! -)
Caisha was getting pissed; this was rude. Very rude. She so wished she could understand what the hell the pointy-eared freaks were saying about her...
Legolas looked even more confused, glancing from Caisha clothes to Elladan, before clearing his throat and trying again, "You speak Westron?"
Finally! A language she could understand,
"Yes?" the statement had the hint of a question in it, as her brows furrowed in confusion, "What were you two saying?"
The Lego-Man shook his head, "It is of no matter. Are you okay?"
"Yes?" again, another question, rather than a statement, "You get used to to it, after the second time running." she glared at him
"Second time?" Legolas looked even more confused that she did.
Elladan saved the situation again,
"Boromir of Gondor knocked her down this morning..."
Lego-Man was trying hard not to laugh, she could tell. It made her growl inwardly, and was about to voice her exact opinion of the fact his hair was longer than her own, and he looked better in dresses, when she realised he was speaking again;
"I apologise... Will you forgive me?"
Hes trying so hard not to laugh... Oooh, I am going to get my revenge, one day... Come to me, all nice, sharp, pointy-end objects!
"We'll see."
He looked slightly affronted- mwuaha, more destroying of the calm elf expressions! -before covering it up quickly,
"I see... Well, I am sorry, nevertheless..." he dipped his head, and almost headbutted her- she took a few steps backwards, nearly tripping over the train of her gown. The Lego-Man turned to Elladan, who had been watching, silently laughing, just like his damn twin, from the shadows.
"Mas i 'ovaded, Elladan?" (- Where is the meeting, Elladan? -) Caisha glowered at the use of Sindarin once again...
"Nin aphado..." (- follow me -) Then he turned to Caisha, and gave a bow, not quite as deep or elaborate as the Lego-Man's had been, "Will you be joining us, Tithen Vanwa Min?" his grey eyes were dancing with untold mirth in the same way his twin's had done, the previous day...
She was going to kill Elrond...

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Meanwhile, at number Twenty-Seven, Westcove Street, Manchester, England;

Let our gaze tear itself away from Orlando Bloom and Sean Bean for a moment, and fly back through worlds; side step through dimensions, and arrive in the dining room of a rather forlorn looking house. It's a rather nice room, mostly taken up by a large dining table, made of old oak and ending in four curved legs. About the table, in matching oak chairs, there are sat seven people - two adults and five children, ranging from teens to youngsters. There is little cheer; at the head of the table, a man with gaunt, hollow blue eyes, tousled black hair, a grim expression, and an unfocused look passes a salt shaker across to a woman of similar state; she has brunette hair scraped back into a tight bun and eyes of bright blue. She has been beautiful at some stage, up until recently, but now some sort of tragedy has pulled the life from her look and beauty... She is a shell of her former shelf...

The five children seated nearby look on sadly, and know they cannot stop the transformation for their parents. There are two twin boys, who, under normal circumstances, would have been causing hell for all who sit at the table, but they don't have the heart to start the trouble this day. There are short, maybe only seven or eight in years, and have identical features; tousled black hair, to match their fathers, freckles all over their nose and cheeks, with bright blue eyes... Identical... Only, the twin on the right has green flecks in his eyes, a flaw that is the only possible way to tell the two boys apart. They sat next to a short girl, who is humming along half-heartedly to a Lord of the Rings track on her iPod, pushing her food around her plate with a fork dejectedly... She has the same black hair as the twins, only her eyes were brown, something she'd apparently inherited from her grandmother; her face is as similarly gaunt, following the haunted look of her parents. At fourteen, she is the second eldest in the family, and understands the situation better than her other siblings, though they still have a fairly good idea...

Opposite her, two girls sit side by side- one looks about five or six, with brunette hair and startling green eyes and the other is about twelve, with short, cropped black hair that flicks out at the ends, framing her face beset by two dull blue eyes... No-one is speaking- a silent melancholy has settled on the family and is pressing in on all sides. Visitor's have stopped turning up at the house- the sense of joy and together-ness that had once lived there has dispersed, having been replaced by a cloud of dark thoughts and sadness... But there is also a faint hope- after all, it has only been four days since the disappearance of the eldest child...
It is the fourteen year old, who went by the name of Illyra, who speaks first,
"We don't know she's been kidnapped..."
The mother, the once-beautious creature, brings her head up sharply,
"No, we don't... But this is not a suitable discussion from the dinner table."
Illyra frowns, irritated,
"We need to speak about it... Look at us! It's tearing this family apart."
It is her fathers turn to look up, hollow eyes finding his second eldest sadly- he does not have the effort to be angry or irritated;
"She's been gone for four solid days... No note, nothing... What can we say about it?"
Illyra sighs,
"Have we checked all her friends houses? Her mobile, her computer, her---"
It is the twelve year old who cuts across her. She goes by the name of Kamella, and has a temper as short as her hair;
"Just leave it Illyra... No-ones seen her. She left her mobile, theres nothing on it, nothing on her computer but joke emails, and theres no trace of her..."
One of the twin boys lets out what sounds like a muffled sob. Illyra casts him a sympathetic glance, but that is the extent of it as she turns back to look at Kamella-
"I know but, like... kidnapped? I dont think she even left the house... The last I saw of her, she was in her bedroom. I was in the living room from then on, and didnt see or hear her leave..."
Kamella shakes her head irritably,
"Maybe she went out the back door..."
One of the twins, the one with the green flecks in his eye, who has been called Coal by a rather strange mother, with a fondness for weird names, speaks up, with a frown wrinkling his freckled face, rolling a fishfinger back and forth across his plate;
"She couldn't 'av... Me'n'Ryan were playin' by the back door, wi' Romell..."
Romell is the family's dog- a grey and white Miniature Schnauzer, loyal as ever, curled up by Coal's feet at the moment, snoring softly... Illyra gives Kamella a triumphant look;
"You see? She couldn't have gone out the back..."
Kamella pulls a face, "What're you saying? That she just disappeared into thin air, from the middle of her room?"
Illyra frowns, wondering whether she could hit her sister with a chip before anyone notices what she was doing... Deciding against it, she chooses to retaliate with words, "I think that options more likely than a kidnapping."
Their mother, having listened to the situation with brooding patience, finally cuts in-
"Enough! There will be no more talk of this at the table... Eat your dinners; they're getting cold."

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Back at the Last Homely House, Rivendell, Middle-Earth, just outside the Council Chamber;

She hated elves.
All the way towards the council chamber, Elladan and Legolas had been speaking in Sindarin. Constantly. Ignoring her...
Elladan was stood there, having paused outside the courtyard in which the Council of Middle-Earth had gathered... Elladan had pulled Legolas aside, and Caisha lingered nearby, chewing on her bottom lip and wondering what Illyra would say if she could see her now... Probably 'die', now she came to think of it... She heard Elladan speaking, and stared blankly ahead, trying hard to interpret the language, with no luck;
"Im prestannen asson, Legolas." (- I am worried for her, Legolas -) Elladans eyes flicked from Caisha, who was glaring moodily at them, and back to Legolas, "Sui na Elrohir..." (- As is Elrohir -)
"Am man theled?" (- for what purpose? -) (i.e, why?)
"Se firin...Na i 'aer ah in elin!" (- She is mortal... By the sea and stars! -) Legolas looked slightly shocked at the vigour in Elladans voice... Elladan calmed himself, "Boe hain anno edraith." (- She needs saving -)
Legolas' look of confusion flitted across his face again;
"Man o?" (- what from? -)
Elladan gave a benign smile, though there was a hint of mischeif in his face, replying in Westron "Everything."
Caisha, who had been lying in wait like a lion on a gazelle, pounced on the conversation, glaring at the two tall elves talking besides her, "What? Whats everything? What the hell are you two saying!"
Legolas glanced at the human teen; she certainly looked like she needed saving... A broken arm, blue hair, and her attitude would not get her far in life... Only, maybe, she'd last longer than expected in Middle-Earth; there was something about the lift of her jaw, and defiant look in her eyes, that made him think maybe it wasnt her who needed saving. He turned back to Elladan, shaking his head,
"Ae han anírach..." (- If you desire it -)
Elladan placed his hand on Legolas' shoulder tightly, in a comrade-ship gesture and nodding, smile twisting his lips, "Han aníron..." (- I desire it -)
Legolas watched the other suspiciously, but didnt voice his opinions of the fellow elves look; "Navaer... I laiss e-guil lîn ava fîr." (- Farewell... May the leaves of your life never die. -)
Elladan gave a second nod, dropping his hand from the Prince's shoulders, "Raid lîn celin a melthin nal lû i agovaded vîn, Legolas." (- May your ways be green and golden until we next meet, Legolas. -) and then he turned to Caisha, who returned his look with a glare,
"Well!" she muttered, "Its about time someone noticed I was here, for Chrissakes. What, am I invisible to all but horses that like knocking me over?"
The twin was just smiling his irritating Holier-Than-Thou look, eyebrow raised- Caisha wondered whether it was in danger of disappearing into his hair line... Very nice hair, mind. Had she mentioned that? All elves had nice hair... Damn them all to hell! He looked amused again- inside, Caisha seethed... The next person to laugh at her silently would be getting impaled on her mascara brush...
"You are not invisible, Tithen Vanwa Min-" she glowered again from beneath the rim of her cloaks hood, but he pretended not to have seen "-You were invited to sit in at the Council, so I suggest you realise what an honour it is and not do anything... silly." she squirmed under his gaze, and dropped her eyes... Big deal- she'd seen the Council scene so many times... Then again, they didnt know that, did they? Maybe she could screw something up so she could go with them...
A small voice in the back of her hair picked itself out of the unused corner and shook its head; dont be silly. You'd change the whole course of history!
The other small thoughts prodded it with sticks until it squirmed almost as much as she did under Elladans gaze, whilst one of them spoke to her. She almost imagined a cartoon angel and devil hanging off her shoulders- she even flicked her eyes to the shoulders of the cloak to check they werent there... She presumed it was the devlish side that was speaking; well, you didnt ask to be here, did you? You dont even like Lord of the Rings, do you? So what do you care? You laughed when Borrie died, whilst your sister cried her eyes out! Are you just gonna sit around whilst everyone runs off to have fun adventures?
No... I didnt think so.
She was vaguely aware of Elladan clasped a hand about her shoulder, squeezing it through the cloak for a moment, before dropping it, "Until next time, Caisha..."
And he was gone. Just like that, silently disappearing down one of the many corridors... She gawped after him- how did they do that! One day, she was going to write a book on elves... She was going to call it '101 Ways to Annoy Eldorado and Lego-Man...'
Number one... Call them Eldorado or Lego-Man...
Number two... Steal their shampoo
Number three... Sing Christina Aguilera's 'Beautiful' at the top of your voice when being bombarded by orcs...
Or maybe 'Lord of the Rings; the REAL story.'
-It all began when Frodo Baggins met Caisha Sullivan, who had only just arrived in Middle Earth... Did we tell you she was a few crumbs short of a biscuit? Oh! And she had blue hair...'
OR 'Secrets of an elfs mind...'
-Lego-Man's POV- Lost my shampoo today! Ohmigod! What will I do! Father will disown me because my hair will become dull and lifeless and I'll be just like everyone else!
I bet that physco with the blue hair did it...-
She was chuckling to herself when she realised Legolas was saying something to her, whilst managing to give her a strange look; I really hate elves, she thought desperately...
"So, what is your name? Or will Tithen Vanwa Min suffice?" HE was laughing silently! That is so not fair! Right... where was her mascara brush?
Legolas quickly avoided early death by mascara as Caisha waved it at him, threateningly... He may have been combed to death -hell, who knows?- had not a third pair of hands descend about Caisha's, and pry the mascara brush from her grip... Spinning around angrily, she found herself looking straight into Elrohir's chest... She frowned, and tilted her head back, so she could look up into the Eldorado's face, which was smirking; oh god, she was going to actually kill someone... But Elrohir looked down at her, smirking still, before looking over to Legolas,
"Her name is Caisha..."
Caisha cut in, "Yea! Damn right! And if you add Tithin Vanwa Min to it, or 'lady', or 'maiden', or 'child', you are so dead..."
Legolas looked confused,
"But, Caisha- compared to the lifespans of the elves, you are a child..."
Oh yes, I forgot to say. Caisha managed to pick up one insult from Línarai earlier, thanks to the art of persuasion, and as she glared at Legolas, she uttered it darkly, "Bado, echado veleth orch!" (- Go and... ahem... make love to an orc. -) she spat, before lunging herself at Legolas... The Lego-Man, stunned by the insult, found himself being shoved backwards onto the floor by the momentum of her lunge, sliding across the stones into the Council courtyard, under attack from a rather exuberant teenager, who had pinned her legs either side of his hips and was glaring down at him, seething, holding to the front of his jerkin angrily,
"What did I say? Huh! What did I say about calling me that!"
Legolas, being the elf that he was, wasnt at all bothered by this- it was the insult that stung... After all, he was an elf; they were very sensitive.
Caisha found herself being dragged off Legolas and held about a foot from the ground; strange. Usually she was the one who punished people like this... Ah well- must be what they call getting a taste of your medicine... She struggled in her holders grip, still glaring at Legolas- that was, until Lord Elrond, who was holding her up, spoke;
"Lady Caisha, what is the meaning of---gah!"
The world went insane...

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"Absolutely not! Elrond! The girl's mad! Valar help us if she joins the Fellowship!"
Caisha glowered; it was Legolas speaking... Her fingers flexed, invisioning giving him the slap she felt he deserved; well, you know what buddy? I know you needed two months of archery training before you could be Lego-Man, so gneh! Oh... wait... This wasnt actually Orlando Bloom was it? Damnit... Oh well... He probably couldnt use the bow properly until he was one hundred and fifty years old or some other equally ridiculous age... She was pleased to see he had a small purple bruise forming about his eye.
Elrond, who was sporting a cut lip and slightly bruised cheek bone, held up a hand, shaking his head, "Peace, Legolas... She will go with you as far as Lothlórien. There, Lady Galadriel and Lord Celeborn will remove her from your charge. Surely it is not too much to ask of an elf, ranger, dwarf and wizard to ensure she gets there safely?"
Borrie and the Hobbits looked thoroughly put out that they hadn't been mentioned, whereas Gandalf, Aragorn, Gimli and Legolas were looking as equally pissed off as Caisha felt... None of them let it be mentioned however; it was only Legolas who was openly defying Elrond's wishes,
"She is a liability! She cannot fight---" Caisha opened her mouth to object; if she couldnt fight, why was Legolas the one with a bruise? But Legolas was carrying on, having spotted her indignant look from the corner of his eye, "---At least not with bow, sword or magic!"
"And neither can the Hobbits!" Caisha suddenly snapped, striding forwards to stand besides Aragorn, facing Elrond with her usual insane defiance, "And yet they're going!"
"Frodo must carry the Ring!" Legolas was frowning now, all effort at keeping calm and collected gone- Caisha tended to bring out the worst in people. "And he will not leave without the others!"
Frodo raised his hand, "Well, actually---mmf!" Sam looked up innocently, from where his podgy hand had clamped over Frodo's mouth, stilling his masters words, "Heheh... Nothing doing... Please, carry-on..." He dragged Frodo behind Merry and Pippin, and began talking in a hushed voice to him...
"You see?" Caisha needed no encouragement to continue as she whirled back to face Elrond, "Besides, we wont leave for a few weeks yet. I can always get Elladan or Eldorado---" she hesitated at Elronds confused look, and shrugged, "-Elrohir to give me weapons lessons during that time, so I'm competent enough... Im sure they will, if I ask them nicely."
Elrond, despite the Caisha-inflicted injuries, smirked in amusement, "Im sure they would... Legolas, dont look like that. Its decided. She goes with you to Lothlórien..." Caisha got the distinct impression that the only reason Elrond was sending her to Lothlórien was to get rid of her- and she would be right. But no matter. She was going with the Fellowship- that was good enough for her to put up with Elrond wanting to get her out of his hair...
Legolas let out a frustrated growl, staring at Elrond, "She is nothing but a child! She won't survive the journey!"
Five pairs of hands darted instinctively to hold Caisha back as she struggled to get past Aragorn, to get to Legolas. Elrond put on his Holier-Than-Thou smirk, though the small trickle of blood leaking from the cut in his lip kind of spoilt the effect,
"I do not believe Caisha is a child..." the hands holding her back went slack as Caisha relaxed, brushing her cloak free of dust she had gathered in the scuffle with Legolas and Elrond, only to notice the elf lord's eyes were watching her. She looked up expectantly, as he carried on talking, "However, if she continues to act the way she does, I may reconsider and just leave her in the wilderness without an escort..." his eyes were boring into hers. She looked back calmly, "Do you understand?"
She nodded her head in a small bow, "I do, My Lord Elrond... So long as no-one calls me anything patronising, I will be on my best behaviour..." she put on the butter-wouldnt-melt-in-my-mouth look that so often got her out of trouble... None of them believed it for a minute, but anger towards her lessened- it was hard to be pissy with anyone who was giving you the puppy dog eyes... Elrond was still smirking, and returned the small bow of the head,
"Very well, I am sure they are conditions we can live by..." he shot Legolas a look, pointedly...
The other members of the Fellowship nodded; they had nothing against the girl. After all, she hadnt attacked them... They were just bothered about having an inexperienced girl in the party- but so long as she could weild a blade, they supposed it wouldn't be so bad.
She was so going to die...
Her thoughts were punctured by Legolas' angry screech- she turned to look at him in amazement. It was the first time she'd seen an elf completely loose their cool; and it was because of her... She felt a vague sort of grim satisfaction at this realisation, so much so she wasnt stunned like the rest of the party when Legolas, in a bout of fury, dragged his battered bow from off his body- she noticed it was dented from the little wrestle- and snapped it in half, throwing it at Elronds feet... He was fuming, and glared at the elf lord angrily,
"She is not coming with us!" and he stormed out...
Elrond only looked mildly surprised, staring at the broken bow at his feet, before his eyes found Caisha's- she was shocked, sure, but she had been half expecting Legolas to snap soon... When she took a grudge against someone, they didnt last long... With a light smile, she turned to face the rest of the shocked Fellowship,
"Talk about a Royal Hissy fit... Now then, which one of you small people is Frodo?"

To Be Continued - Wee... Don't worry everyone, Legolas will be going with the Fellowship, along with Caisha 3
Well, Im going to go sun myself in Turkey... I might be able to fit an entry in tomorrow morning- depends what time I get up. Its unlikely, so I'll say my farewells now

Nen vaer a lalaith veren sui i lû tôl a adgevedim!

(- Sweet water and joyous laughter till we next meet -)
I know... I dont understand the elves, either Anyhow, adios, mes amigos!
Oh, and dont forget to reviws p