Legolas' POV:

If I could use one word to describe Lothlórien, it would be- creepy. The singing, the lights, the people, and not to mention, the Lord and Lady. Overall, I just got weird 'vibes' from the whole- environment. But creepy doesn't mean scared.

Until you run into your ex-girlfriend, that is, and then you start feeling scared and wondering how you ended up in the same place. Creepy and scary.

Recap:

Well, after we arrived in Lórien, we met Galadriel and her husband and then got sent off to bed. Everything was going 'smoothly', you might say, and once my buddies got over their 'sadness', it was actually pretty fun to hang out with them. Even Gimli wasn't that bad. I liked bringing (he says 'dragging') him to visit different places in the land, and well, he's a 'sick' guy.

On one of these 'occasions' though, we were 'chilling' by a little fountain, when lo and behold! Up walks Tauriel! I rubbed my eyes and blinked, but she was still there.

We just kinda sat there for a few minutes, staring at each other, until she said, 'So who's your red-haired friend?'

Gimli's eyes popped open at that (apparently, he had fallen asleep), and he said, 'huh?!'

'Ummm,' I was trying to think if I should respond since I was starting to feel kind of 'jealous.'

Tauriel raised her eyebrow and looked back at Gimli. I shook my head. I was being childish!

'He's Gimli, son of Glóin, my friend.' I put emphasis on the word 'my' so that she'd shut up and go away, but she had no such plans.

She plopped down rather 'ungracefully' (making me wonder just how much she'd been hanging out with dwarves) beside Gimli.

Gimli was falling back asleep, so I elbowed him. He grunted and woke back up. 'Eh? What is it now?'

Tauriel smiled and winked, and I frowned.

I hoped he could remember some of the Quenyan we'd learned earlier from Aragorn (don't ask me what gave him the idea of teaching us, but I figured it would come in handy). Tauriel was too dumb to know any, and I kinda wanted to 'show off.'

I started trying to remember what I'd learned, and after a few seconds, I apparently said something to Gimli about her being a witch. I meant to say that we should leave because she was a 'jerk,' but somehow, I had only learned how to say 'get away from her; she's a witch.'

Gimli jumped up and said, 'namarië!'

I was rather impressed as I watched him run off at full speed towards Aragorn and the rest of the fellowship.

Tauriel was giggling as she watched him go. 'What a cute- I mean nice- little friend you have there Leggy!'

I turned slowly towards her, hoping I looked as angry as I felt, but she wasn't even looking at me.

'I'm the only one who gets to call him little!' I said angrily. 'And don't call me Leggy!'

She just laughed.

A few minutes later, I could hear Aragorn yelling for me, and he sounded panicked.

I jumped up, thinking that he was being attacked, and ran into Gimli.

'A witch?' Aragorn said, his eyes wide.

'What?!'

'Gimli said you found a witch!'

'No I didn't!'

Gimli came huffing up. 'Yes, you did!' He quoted my words that I had thought meant something totally different.

'I said,' I wasn't going to try Quenyan, apparently it wasn't my thing; I'd just switch to Westron. 'You should leave because she's a jerk!'

'I'm a what!?' Tauriel had come up behind.

'A jerk!' Gimli blurted out.

Tauriel crossed her arms and fumed. 'Well, Galadriel said I'm joining up with your 'fellowship,' so you'd better get used to this jerk!'

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