Legolas knew that everyone would have heard the crash, and soon they would all come to investigate the source of the noise.

Which, of course, had been him.

Except, not on purpose. He would never break anything, especially other people's things. But the branch had been caught in the window when the wind blew it shut, and it was hurting his friend.

He had tried to find somebody older and taller than him to help, but nobody had been around. And he knew better than to disturb important business. The table had been right there, it seemed an easy enough solution.

He had considered the possibility of disturbing the curtain so much it dislodged the rod and sent it scarring the glass figure across the floor.

"Oh uh."

Frantically he jumped down from the hallway table, careful not to disturb the vase on it, and served the damage again. Hoping it wouldn't look as bad from the new vantage point.

It didn't.

He frantically began to try and shoo the glass across the hallway floor with his hands into a pile, maybe if most of the mess was cleaned up by the time somebody came he wouldn't be in so much trouble.

They would let him come back to Imladris, because he liked it here and he liked his new friends. He wanted to come back.

Ada nor Ferdan were even in the city, as both has gone for a walk with Lord Glorfindel and Lady Celebrian. He had no one to run to, no one to protect him.

He had promised to behave while they were gone.

He thought he had been.

The glass strewn in all directions said otherwise.

He was going to be in so much trouble.

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Arwen came around the corner to see what the sound was, and found her new friend trying to clean up the mess with his hands, and cutting them up in the process.

She ran across the hallway, "No, stop! Stop! You're hurting yourself!"

Legolas looked at her with tears down his face, but he did stop. "I didn't mean to break it. I didn't. I was trying to get the window off my friend."

She looked to where he was pointing and saw the trapped branch, she looked back to Legolas. "Its okay, Legolas. Don't worry, Ada won't be angry with you."

He sniffled miserably, "What if he is? What if he never lets me come back?"

Arwen thought about it, she still really did not think her Ada would be angry. Not when they told him why it had gotten broken. But then, Legolas was a prince, so maybe he knew things she did not. And she really did want him to come back again, he was great fun and finally evened the numbers against the brothers.

"Then I'll tell Ada that I broke it."

"You would do that?"

"Yes. I'll tell him that I broke it, and you hurt your hands trying to clean it up for me. I'll even ask him to help your friend that's stuck in the window."

"Really?"

"For you, of course."

..

"Legolas, can you do it?"

He gave her a scandalized look from his incredibly comfortable lounging position, and snuggled into the covers around him to make a point. "Why do I have to do it?"

"Because I asked nicely, and you love me."

He scoffed, "So? Ask your husband, he loves to too."

"Please? I just had a baby."

"You had your last child nearly five years ago, that doesn't work anymore."

She rolled her eyes at him and then crossed her arms, and glared at Legolas with everything she had. But he just laughed at her, " You shouldn't hold as such, sweet Evenstar, your face might get stuck. And then we'll have to call you 'Frownstar' and it just simply doesn't have the same presence."

"What about if I remind you off the glass figure?"

Legolas groaned, and then he moaned, and then he sighed.

Then he slithered off the couch and dragged himself into a standing position, "Ugh. My life would have been so much more convenient if Elrond had just chucked me out that day like I was convinced he was going to for some reason."

She smiled sweetly, "Probably. But your life wouldn't have been near as much fun."

"Oh, it certainly would have. I think we're forgetting exactly who had to beg her father to allow her to come to Greenwood, since he was convinced we had ' too much fun."

Arwen just shrugged again, and gave him one last sweet smile as he vanished through the doorway, sending her one last seething glare. For good measure she called after him, "Thank you! Love you!"

"You don't blackmail the people you love!"

"I do if it's you or my brothers!"

"Ugh."