A/N: Darn you Peter Jackson! I've realized I have made several fatal (well not really, but enough to irk me) errors in my Middle-Earthian lore! I just finished the trilogy books (the upside of being sick!) And I realized that one: Middle-Earth is referred to by all of its inhabitants as Arda, only those in Valinor know of that name if I understand correctly; two: Legolas' hair is black! All elves aside from the Noldor (Lorien Elves) have black hair. Darn. This is what I get for insisting to watch the movies before I read the book.

I know all of you are going, "Suck it up you crazy woman!" But I can't help it! –Twitches-

××Nicolette's POV××

After the picnic I drove Aragorn and Legolas to the duplex they shared.

"By the way, Derby changed his mind, he doesn't want a website," Aragorn said with a smile when I dropped him off.

My eyes widened, "You're Mr. Locklear!"

Aragorn nodded, "The name 'Aragorn' seems to be rather uncommon here so I'm now Arthur Locklear. And the reason I called you was to see if you really lived at that house."

I nodded, "I knew the voice sounded familiar."

"Glad you hadn't forgotten us," Aragorn said, a trace of sarcasm in his voice.

"Yeah, me too, Arty," I replied, mildly teasing.

Legolas grinned, glad to see us talking I guess.

When Aragorn entered his house I looked over at Legolas, "You can stay at my house for awhile if you want; I want Ithilwen," I pointed to my sleeping child, "To get to know you better."

Legolas nodded, "If you wish."

I grinned mischievously, "Oh, yes. You bet I wish it."

Legolas gave me a half-smile, "I was hoping you would." He leaned over and kissed my neck.

I giggled in a completely undignified way before gunning the engine and driving off.

The ride was relatively silent, almost unnerving, so I asked him, "How do you like America?"

Legolas grimaced but quickly hid it, "It is alright I suppose."

"You're lying, you hate it," I said matter-of-factly, I wasn't offended, truth be told I have little love for my country but it's way better off then most countries so I won't complain.

"I don't hate it, I just don't care for it, your way of thinking is foreign to mine," Legolas corrected.

I nodded, for some reason it felt really awkward talking to Legolas. Which was new to me; well of course it was new to me! I hadn't seen my husband in nearly five years!

××Legolas' POV××

I followed Nicolette into her house; she carried a sleeping Ithilwen in her arms.

Ithilwen's tiny face buried in the curve of my wife's neck made me smile. "She's beautiful," I remarked quietly, opening the door for Nicolette.

Nicolette smiled, "Sometimes she reminds me so much of you it isn't even funny."

Ithilwen stirred, "Be quiet, Mommy," She muttered hazily before going back to sleep.

Nicolette rolled her eyes and walked down a hallway and opened a door with painted flowers covering it.

She laid Ithilwen down on her bed and pulled the quilt over her before kissing her on the forehead and leaving.

I stared at my daughter (that feels so odd to say that) with a mixture of awe and shock. How could I make something so wonderful? It amazed me and probably never would cease to.

"Yeah, I feel that way sometimes," Nicolette whispered, tugging me out of the room and shutting the door.

"Pardon?"

She looked at me, "I know what that look of reverence is about. I have it too sometimes."

I nodded wordlessly and followed her into the kitchen, lost in thought.

"Would you like some tea?" She asked, filling a mug with water from a pitcher.

I shook my head, "No, thank you."

Nicolette shrugged. "How is Jade?"

I laughed, "Angry."

"Why?"

"Because I left her instead of taking her along with Aragorn and myself to find you," I replied.

"Oh," Nicolette laughed quietly.

I sat down in a chair, "She misses you terribly. Her mate wishes to meet you once we return to Mirkwood, unless…" I trailed of as a thought struck me.

"Unless?" Nicolette repeated.

I ran my fingers through my hair, "Unless you do not wish to return to Arda."

Nicolette laughed, "Are you off your rocker? Of course I want to return!"

"But what about your friends? And Ithilwen? Are you sure?" I asked hopefully.

She stood behind me, I felt two slim arms slide over my shoulders as she leaned down and kissed me on the cheek, "Of course I am," She whispered.

I smiled and felt myself relax, "I'm glad."

"You'd better be," She muttered. "By the way, how did you know all those poems, like Dolores and Romeo and Juliet?"

I smiled, "Though I have little love for your country, your modern literature is quite lovely."

She laughed again, "Um, Romeo and Juliet is more than three hundred years old."

"I'm an Elf, you forget; that is almost no time at all for me," I corrected her

Nicolette blushed, "Yeah; sorry."

I smiled, "I've been meaning to ask you a question."

"Oh?"

"What's the matter with Rob?" I asked, I had caught him giving me strange looks several times and I was beginning to wonder.

Nicolette pulled a chair out and sat in front of me, "What do you mean?"

I explained.

Nicolette's features reddened and she began to glare at the wall, "Oh gross!"

"What?" I asked innocently.

"He's gay," Nicolette said absent-mindedly.

"What?"

"He prefers men to women."

"Huh?"

Nicolette sighed, "He likes to have sex with men."

It took several moments for that to sink in, "But that…um…and…ugh. You did not have to put it in such blunt terms," I replied disgustedly.

With a shrug, Nicolette got up and checked on tea, which she had put in the microwave, "You weren't getting it, I am not a woman of words."

I chuckled, "Right."

She stuck her tongue out at me.

I smiled and sprawled my lanky form out across two chairs, perfectly content.

Nicolette sipped her tea and made a face before setting the mug down on the countertop and perching herself on it. "God, this is so weird!" She exclaimed after a several minutes of silence.

I raised an eyebrow, mildly disturbed at her outburst, "What?"

"Me and you, just sitting here. We have nothing to do, nowhere to go and no one else around to interrupt us. I mean when we first met everything was a bit…hurried and we never got to be alone, Anna or some random human coming along and distracting us. Then it was so tense and stressful we really didn't want to talk. Then we began to really like one another and we tried to make time in the middle of a war for us just to be alone. Now it's almost like I want something to distract me," She paused for breath, "That didn't quite come out how I wanted it to."

I laughed, "No. But I understand what you mean. It is rather odd. But I'm not saying that I don't enjoy it."

Nicolette shrugged, "My feelings also, but it's just weird."

I knock at the door startled us both.

"I'll get it," Nicolette leapt across the kitchen and I heard her open the door.

"YOU'RE MARRIED TO LEGOLAS GREENLEAF!" A high-pitched female voice cried almost instantly.

I shot up and rushed into the other room, thinking she was in trouble.

"Don't worry, it's Samantha; she's relatively harmless…unless she's armed with that infernal silly string," Nicolette said, her voice expressing irritation.

I looked the girl up and down; Samantha was undoubtedly a pretty young girl of about eighteen; she had shoulder-length brown hair with red streaks, her clothing was rather modest, a shirt that boldly read "Green Day Is LOVE" And a pair of slim-fitting jeans.

But it was the look in her eye that made me a tad bit nervous.

××Nicolette's POV××

I took one look at Samantha and one look at Legolas who looked very confused.

"Samantha Anne Larson if you tackle my husband I'm going to dismember you and scatter your remains all across the seven seas!" I threatened.

Samantha squeaked, "I've died and gone to heaven!"

I smacked my forehead, "Oh God, I can feel it coming…"

"SQUEE!" Samantha…squealed.

I rubbed my temples. "Shut up!" I hissed, "If you wake Ithilwen up I'm going to hurt you!"

Legolas made a small sound of protest at Samantha's squealing, "If you would be so kind as to not do that again when I'm around I would be ever so grateful, Lady Samantha."

Samantha covered her mouth, "Oh, sorry!" She was grinning, "It really is Legolas!"

"How the Hell did you figure out he was here?" I snapped; I really wasn't in a good mood. But how angry would you be if one of your good friends were getting all hot and bothered over your husband?

Samantha was practically beaming, "I forced it out of Rob."

"Damn him," I muttered sullenly.

Legolas looked really confused, "What's going on."

I made a sweeping motion towards Samantha, "Meet Samantha Larson: vice-president of the Leggie Lovers Society."

"Leggie?" Legolas enquired, looking mildly disgusted.

"I've heard worse," I replied.

"I have a fan club?" He said incredulously.

I sat down on the couch, laughing silently (I've mastered that) taking deep gasps of air, "Not you, Orlando Bloom."

Legolas gave me a 'Help me out here!' look.

"You know what a movie is right?" I asked.

"Yes."

"There's a movie based off of the War of the Ring," I had to pause while Samantha hummed the Mordor/Evil Lord of the Rings theme song, "Would you stop that!"

Samantha held up her hands in a soothing motion, "This is what seven cups of coffee and sexy Elves do to me!"

Legolas paled.

"Yeah, anyway. In the movie the actor who portrays you is named Orlando Bloom and for some reason women all fawn over him like he's some sort of Casanova."

"He is Zeus personified!" Samantha yelped.

"Zeus was a bisexual rapist who cheated on his wife with men and his own daughter!" I retorted.

Samantha grimaced, "You just HAD to say that didn't you?"

"Yes," Legolas and I replied in unison.

Samantha shrugged, "You realize that when everyone figures this out you are going to be the most envied girl in all of America, right?"

"I intend to keep this a secret; besides, I'm going back to Arda with Legolas sometime in the near future and if you try and tell everyone that I married Legolas I'm going to deny every word and say you're insane," I replied, glad to finally have her calmed down.

"Lucky," Samantha muttered.

I smiled and hugged her, "No such thing."

Legolas was still looking lost, "Why don't you go check on Ithilwen?" I suggested.

He gratefully accepted and ran out of the room. Yes, ran.

"Do you think you could…you know…?" Samantha's eyes gleamed.

"One: if you're suggesting a three-way I'm filing a restraining order, two: if you want to go to Arda you're going to have to convince Legolas and Aragorn-"

"ARAGORN'S HERE!" She yelped.

"Shh!" I hissed.

Samantha blushed and sat back down.

"For your information, yes, Aragorn is here," I replied.

Samantha squealed again, did I ever mention how much I absolutely hate that noise? I don't know why on earth God would've given the human vocal cords the capacity to do that.

"Oh my gosh! You have to introduce me!" She replied gleefully.

I sighed, "No way; I wouldn't trust you anywhere near anyone remotely related to Lord of the Rings.

Samantha pouted, "That's cold."

"Not going to work Samantha Anne," I replied stubbornly.

"Gah!" She muttered and sat back down, "By the way, I'm sorry about what happened with Saruman and… you know," She put a hand on my shoulder, her luminous golden eyes full of empathy, "I know how you feel." It was true, Sammy had been raped when she was fourteen, I had known her back then; we had gone to the same school. I vaguely remember sitting in her living room hugging her as she sobbed.

"I'm over it, besides, I got to drown him in a sense. Did Rob tell you about what happened?"

"Cecilia," She replied, "I went over to Cecilia's to work on a scrapbook, oh guess what!"

"What?"

"I think Rob has a thing for Cecilia!"

"Impossible."

"He kept on looking at her and was all shy and stuff around her, common boy attitude!"

"Cute, but no."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"Yes."

"Yes."

"No."

"HA!"

"Not a word, Nicky, not a fucking word."

××Ø××

I finally managed to get Samantha out of the door, saying I would give her Aragorn's address if she left.

Legolas was till seeking refuge in Ithilwen's bedroom when I told him I was going to take a shower.

Grabbing my shampoo and soap, I shut myself in the bathroom and waited for the water to warm up before hopping in the shower.

I turned on the little waterproof radio that stuck on the shower wall.

Aerosmith's "Rag doll" was playing.

I laughed; I loved this song. So I spent about twenty minutes in the shower, singing hard rock.

"Go home, get stoned! We could end up making love instead of misery!" I sang. Not the best lyrics, but a good beat.

Finally I flipped off the radio and hopped out of the shower, I toweled my hair off and wrapped a silky robe around me and walked out of the bathroom.

By this time the sun had already set and my room was dark. I flipped on the light and nearly cried at the sight before me.

Legolas lay curled up on my bed, asleep with Ithilwen snuggled up in the crook of his arm.

That was probably one of the sweetest sights I had ever seen.

I quickly pulled the robe off of me and threw on a pair of fuzzy pants and a t-shirt, not wanting to disturb the scene. I turned to leave but a groggy voice stopped me.

"I was hoping you'd join us," Legolas murmered, tightening his grip on Ithilwen.

"Were you awake this whole time?" I asked him softly, not wanting to wake Ithilwen.

Legolas nodded, "I must say, the view was quite lovely." Legolas grinned mischievously.

I blushed and crawled up next to him, "Naughty."

"Maybe."

"Definitely."

××Ø××

A/N: God, that was a boring chapter! Okay, the next chapter I absolutely PROMISE will be way better! By the way, Samantha was mainly based off of one of my reviewers, I think I might start picking out random reviewers and including them in chapters. And yeah, Girl Scout, Samantha was you.