Alright, here is the revamp of chapter two. Hope it turns out better. :D

I didn't do a disclaimer last chapter, did I? Well, here you go. If you recognize it, I don't own it. Yay. Now on to the chapter.

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Chapter 2- Mischief of Another Sort

As expected, the hall was relatively empty that night, except for the occasional noble or advisor passing by. No one tried to stop them or question them, for the royal family was sometimes known for wandering about at night, especially the princes. Either that, or they were all just too tired to care what they were doing. Whatever the reason was, both Legolas and Nórui took it to their advantage.

The Crown Prince watched his brother nervously as he carried the necklace loosely in his fingers, just waiting to slip from his light grip and crash to the floor. He could imagine the priceless jewels shattering into millions of shards, and the tiny beads rolling across the polished stone under doors and between crevices. Then the image of his sister's outraged face, her cheeks red from anger, when she found out what they had done. He did not even want to think of what his father would say.

"Legolas," He started apprehensively, "Please be careful with that." He couldn't help but let his thoughts be known to the younger prince. The golden haired ellon looked back at him quickly, then whipped his head back around.

"You worry too much, Nórui. I fear for the future of this kingdom when- if- you ever take the throne." He teased, then brought to necklace up to glance at it. He studied it for a few moments only before sticking his index finger in the air and twirling the necklace around it casually.

"Legolas!" Nórui snapped, storming forward to snatch it out of his brother's hands. He then gingerly tucked it in his own pocket and glared at the elf. Legolas sighed in exasperation and continued forward again without a word.

Their sister's room was a considerable distance away from their own, for some unknown reason. The royal family had their private chambers in the same general vicinity of each other, but as the younger princess grew older and matured, she desired a room separate from the others. Thranduil had said that this was normal and she was becoming more independent. Legolas said that she was just being arrogant.

"My lords?" A voice called to them from down the hall they just came from. Both stopped abruptly and they looked back over their shoulders to see a dark haired ellon gazing down at them, tightening the belt around his dark robe.

"Yes?" The Crown Prince asked after a long moment, stepping away from the younger elf.

"I was merely curious as to what you were up to." He said after a large yawn, blinking tiredly. He crossed his arms loosely about his chest.

"Nothing in particular, my lord. The both of us are having trouble finding sleep, so we thought a long stroll around the palace might help to quiet our minds." He added a reassuring smile for good measure. The other elf then nodded in acceptance, then waved his hand in parting before returning to his own room. He did not say anything, but he could tell that both princes were not simply 'strolling around the palace'.

"That was a little too close for comfort." Legolas commented as they continued down the hall at a slower pace.

"Yes, thanks to you. Had you not been racing down the hall like an angry mûmak."

The young prince gave a snort of laughter, "'Mûmak', Gwador? You know as well as I do that those old takes of giant beasts are nothing more than Haradrim legends."

"I wouldn't count on that." Nórui said, "Try spending some time in the library one day, and you will find that not all about them is myth." With a dubious glance, the golden haired prince folded his arms behind him back.

"I am sorry, but I cannot honestly believe a creature eighteen meters high is able to exist. I have to see it to believe it." He raised his nose upwards haughtily.

The Crown Prince smiled, "Then I hope that one day, on an adventure that takes you far from your home, you see one of these beasts. And then you'll be able to tell me all about it and I can say, I told you so." Smirking, Legolas punched his brother playfully in the arm before breaking into a brisk jog.

"I have no intentions of ever leaving this place, nor do I have any intentions of visiting Harad."

"Maybe they will come to you."

"Right, and maybe the Valar will allow Fëanor to be reborn."

Nórui did not comment on this, only smiling discreetly and following after his brother.

When they finally arrived at the door they were searching for, Legolas immediately grabbed a hold onto the door and began to pull the lever down, but the older elf grabbed his wrist and said quietly, "A bit hasty tonight." He pulled his hand away from the door and removed the necklace from his pocket, handing it to his brother, "Here." The golden haired ellon frowned.

"You do it." He insisted.

"No, no, it was your idea. If anyone is to incur the wrath of our sister at the moment, it will be you." He nudged Legolas and nodded towards the door, "Go on."

Narrowing his eyes in annoyance, the young prince placed his hand on the lever and pushed the door open slowly. He winced when the hinges squeaked and he stopped, then opened it the rest of the way a moment later. He peered inside the dark room, his cerulean eyes scanning over the contents of the chamber, including the still form on the bed. When he was positive the elf sleeping was not planning to wake up any time soon, he stepped lightly inside.

The prince felt his eyes adjusting to the darkness of the room, and he waited another moment before continuing on. While his eyes were transfixed on a small box situated on a tall dresser, his sensitive ears were fully alert and aware of any sort of motion on the bed. His senses seemed to tingle and he held his breath.

When he came to it, he placed his fingers delicately on the small box, tracing over the gold designs. He remembered that it had been his mother's, given to his sister before the queen had died. It had since become one of the princess's most beloved possession, the memories of her mother the most precious.

A slight stirring on the bed broke Legolas out of his thoughts and he went back to his task, carefully opening the box and placing the necklace inside, then closing it once again. He hurried out of the room as quietly as he could, then shut the door behind him. He let out the breath that he was unaware he had been holding, then smiled triumphantly up at his brother.

"That was easy."

"Indeed." Nórui laughed, clapping the younger elf's shoulder, "Now you get to deal with her once she realizes what has happened.

"Ah well, she will forget about it in a few days." Legolas shrugged nonchalantly.

"For your sake, I hope she does."

The two brothers then started back the way they came, laughing and talking quietly to one another. Both were blissfully unaware of what would come the next morning, and not all of it had to do with their latest mischief.

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Yay, another revamp chapter complete! This one pretty much follows the same idea as the old one, but it is infinitely better. I only wish that when I was a stupid twelve year old, just starting this story, I had come up with a better idea than a necklace. Ug.

Oh, and for those people who- like me- are Americans and haven't grasped the metric system yet (why, oh, WHY can't we just switch to metric!), eighteen meters is roughly sixty feet. According to a unit converter I found online. Yea. Eheh. Thanks for reading!

Until Next Time,

Manwathiel