A/N: Warning: This chapter contains insanity, food fights, and cruel acts upon a certain elf. You have been warned, once again.

BELINDA'S POV

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Amanda asked me worriedly, glancing at the outfits I had picked for us.

"You could wear a dress instead," I told her, sweeping my red hair up into a high ponytail. "Personally, I like this," I was wearing a long-sleeved, low cut lacy shirt with a miniskirt, the only one I owned, as I wasn't fond of them, but owned one that a friend had given me. When I say mini, what I really mean is micro, almost non-existential. Amanda was wearing a low cut short-sleeved shirt that read: Girl gone wild. It was my shirt, but that is only because she owned nothing low cut. She was also wearing what I nicknamed my 'hooker skirt.' It was black and ended at her knees. I had also talked her into wearing my fishnet tights.

"Point taken," Amanda replied, slipping on a pair of her black shoes. I put on one of my 'kick ass boots,' they were black shiny leather, went halfway up my calves, and zipped up the sides.

"I knew you'd see it my way," I smirked, walking to the mirror to put on makeup. Amanda rolled her eyes as she stood to join me.

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I grinned at Amanda before we opened the doors to the Dining Hall. When we walked in, the whole hall fell silent. We were, as I like to say, fashionably late, and everyone else was seated. Everyone stared at us, Elrond included, who had seemed too proper to stare.

"Well, I knew I was sexy, but I've never silenced a room before," I said loudly, walking forward. My boots clicked against the wood floor in the silent room. As usual, Legolas spoke up.

"I believe you were asked to wear dresses?" He asked, almost snidely. I smiled sweetly at him and I could feel Amanda make a face from beside me.

"I do believe I was, sugar," I replied, piling on a heavy southern accent, "But for the life of me, I do believe that they have all gotten up and walked away. I can't find them anywhere," Manda snorted from beside me. "And besides, I like the way the room falls silent when I enter," I added, my voice back to my normal tone. Amanda and I sat in empty seats at the table.

"That went well," she said, looking around at all the staring people. "Do you know they're still staring?" I laughed.

"Let them. If they try anything I have only two words about it," Amanda looked at me curiously as everyone seemed to lean forward to hear what I was about to say.

"What?" She asked, though I'm sure she knew what I was about to say.

"Castrate and butter knife," Every male in the room flinched as I calmly took a bite of food. After a few minutes, the talking resumed as normal. I realized that the annoying elf man was across the table from me. I looked down to the pile of grapes on my plate, and up to him. A grin spread across my face.

"Don't you dare," Amanda hissed in my ear. I shook my head at her, took a grape, then lobbed it at Legolas. It hit him right in the middle of his forehead. He glared at me. I shrugged with wide eyes.

"I didn't do anything. Somebody's throwing things," I observed calmly. He went back to his conversation with Aragorn. I threw another one, hitting him in the chest. He glared at me, then picked it up and threw it back. It landed on my chest and fell down my shirt. Everyone's eyes were on us. I gave him a death glare, the reached into my shirt and pulled in out. I put it on my plate, the impaled it on my fork. He flinched. I put my fork on his plate, and he didn't even notice as I slipped something into his drink. Amanda saw, but didn't ask any questions. I stayed only long enough to make sure he drank it, then excused myself, and went upstairs. Amanda followed me.

"What did you put in his drink?" She asked as soon as we got back to my room.

"Sleeping pills," I replied, opening my bag and pulling out a small box.

"Where did you get that?" She asked suspiciously.

"The sleeping pills or the hair dye?" I asked, reading the instructions included with the dye.

"Both."

"Well, the sleeping pills are mine from the time that I couldn't ever sleep at night, and the hair dye I bought before we ran away. I was going to dye my hair, but then we died,"

"You were going to dye it pink?" She shook her head in disbelief. "Can I help you get him?"

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I awoke early the next morning to the birds chirping, the sun shining on a blissful, still sleeping household.

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!" A scream pierced the air. A male scream. I chuckled and stuck my head out the door. Amanda had her head out hers and we shared an amused look before a tall elf with pink hair came running down the hallway. "BELINDA!"

"I do love men screaming my name," I sighed, but stopped at the look on his face. I closed my door and locked it. He began pounding on it as I slipped out onto my balcony and slid down the ivy to the ground floor. I was in the dining hall when he came in, being restrained by a smirking Aragorn. "So Legolas, you look different today," I mused, looking at him. "What is it…. Oh, it's your hair, its pink. Looks very nice on you," I yelped as he shoved aside Aragorn and tackled me.

"You're in trouble," he hissed angrily, sitting on top of my stomach. I glared up at him.

"I wanted to be on top," I pouted, while some of the others in the room gasped or snorted at the implications of my statement.

"How did you do this without waking me?" He asked, gesturing to his hot pink hair. I giggled.

"That's for me to know and you to find out," I replied with a wink. "And besides, it's just revenge for calling women weak and attempting to make me wear a dress and for tossing a grape down my shirt,"

"How do I make it go away?" He asked, ignoring my comment.

"Semi-permanent dye, goes away in 6 to 8 weeks,"

"I'm going to…" I never found out what he was going to do because Elrond interrupted.

"I am ashamed of both of you. You will go to your rooms and remain there until you can apologize to each other. You will not be allowed to meals and no one is to bring you food. After you apologize to each other, you may be let out. You're behaving like children, and thus will be treated as such," I glared at Legolas and Elrond before two tall blonde, perfectly Barbie-like elves "escorted" me to my room. I'm sure Elrond expected us to just apologize and get it over with, but I had my pride, and he, being an elf, didn't need much food. Damn elves. But this was a game I had played before, and I was not going to give in easily. Guards were posted outside my door, visitors were to be searched, my window was locked closed, and my every move tracked. I bet that they were expecting me to only last a day, maybe two. They were in for quite a surprise.

A/N: If you are still there, and we haven't scared you off, please read, review, all that jazz.