AN: Wow, I am very proud of myself. I had planned to post chapter five on Friday, so I started writing a bit of it today so I didn't leave it all for then. But before I knew it, the chapter was done! My muses are thriving or something! So, I have this chapter posted waaay earlier than I thought I would, which may mean that I can get another one up this weekend. I'm thinking this will be a pretty long story, since Iendil is probably going to follow the Fellowship the whole way…

So, anyway, here is the next chapter, enjoy!

Chapter 5: We Need a Plan

"What in the name of the Valar are we going to DO?!" Jo cried out in frustration as she paced around Elrond's study. Elrond was present, along with Elladan, Elrohir, Arwen, Aragorn, and Glorfindel. The latter was looking a little too relieved that Iendil's attentions had moved on from him. Arwen was looking rather homicidal, which was quite disturbing.

"The Council members will be arriving soon, that just makes things worse…" Elrond mused darkly.

"Well, we can only hope that her head implodes when she tries to choose between Aragorn and Legolas." Jo said grimly.

All those present winced, but didn't look just a little hopeful.

Iendil skipped down the halls of Rivendell, or 'Rivindale' as she so fondly nicknamed it, humming a ridiculously high-pitched tune that made all the Elves she passed want to cut off their own ears.

Her flowing golden locks bounced and swirled and otherwise defied gravity as she made her way through Imladris. She was seeking Aragorn's room, but to no avail.

Her directional skills were about as bad as her grammar.

Like, geez, I like wonder where Ary is…I miss him like sooooooo much!!!1

She missed Jo as well. The girl hadn't been around since morning. Iendil had awoken with the birds--she did like to sing with them, after all—but still was not in time to catch her "BFF."

Alas, Glorfindel and Elrond were also nowhere to be found.

If Iendil had an IQ that was larger than her shoe size, this may have seemed a bit suspicious to her. But, thankfully for our heroes, their combined absence was not realized, and their plotting was able to continue in secret.

Iendil's only consolation was that in just a few days, people would be arriving for the council. And that meant one thing…

Legolas.

When thinking about the prince of Mirkwood ("Like, where?"), Iendil suddenly couldn't care less about any other male-like creature on the planet. It was at these times that her eyes took on an insane glint and she began to mutter about her 'Precious' so much to the extent that those around her were terrified to find out what would happen when Legolas was actually there.

The day of the Council crept ever nearer. To Jo's great chagrin, she realized the events of this universe were corresponding with the movie rather than the book. That meant that pretty much as soon as the representatives arrived, the Council would take place. And they still did not have a plan of how to dispose of Iendil.

One morning, Jo was woken up FAR too early by the screechingly high singing of Iendil. What IS IT with that moron and singing in the mornings?!

She began to take her frustrations out on her pillow. Iendil squealed happily.

"PILLOW FIGHT!!!11"

"Uh, HELL no." Jo muttered, smacking her upside the head once for good measure and stalking out of the room. Iendil's idiocy combined with her lack of sleep put Jo in a very foul mood. Which was about to get even fouler.

As she ambled through the halls, muttering under her breath, she neglected to notice a small person in her path until she had stumbled into him and fallen over.

"Ouch!" Jo rubbed her back and looked up…but not very far up. A blue-eyed boy with dark, messy curly blinked back down at her. She took in his small stature, her eyes traveling from his pointed ears down to his hairy toes.

She cursed, and he stepped back, surprised. "Milady, are you alright?"

Jo sighed wearily. Surely this was Frodo, and if he was up and about, that meant the Council members would be here any day now. She forced a smile. At least Frodo was alright. "I'm…fine. Just surprised. It's very early."

He laughed. "Indeed."

It was such a cute laugh, Jo got worried. Would Iendil start to go after him too? That was all she needed. A third love interest in the Fellowship.

She excused herself and headed back for her room. They really needed a plan…

On the way to her room, Jo ran into Arwen, who was looking over a balcony at the grounds below. She inclined her head with a smile. "Good morning, Lady Arwen."

"Good morning, Jo. I believe our guests have arrived."

Jo paled considerably. "Damn. Does Iendil know?"

Arwen shook her head. "I do not believe so."

"Good, let's try to keep it that wa—"

"LEGGGGGIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!11111"

"Oh CRAP!" Jo exclaimed, jumping two feet in the air. Arwen clapped her hands over her ears as Iendil, screaming like a banshee, tore through the halls in an attempt to get to the lower level.

Legolas's head snapped up and Jo was horrified to find that he looked just like movie-Legolas. Yet there was more emotion on his face than she had seen throughout the whole movie. Three guesses as to what that emotion was…

Bingo. Fear.

Arwen and Jo exchanged a knowing glance before taking off to get to Legolas first. Iendil would probably get lost for at least ten minutes, so that gave them a bit of time to hide the frightened Elf prince.

They had just reached the ground level and were running over to Legolas and his confused companions, when Arwen glanced behind them and let out a surprised cry.

Iendil, apparently too impatient to try and find the stairs, was at the balcony where they had stood previously. The gleam in her eye was visible even from that distance, and her gravity-resistant hair was swirling around her, making her look like a crazy lady.

"Ai! Elbereth!" Legolas squeaked, looking quite green.

Jo would have laughed at a dignified Elf letting out such a high-pitched squeak were it not for what happened next. Iendil's now-crimson eyes landed on Legolas and without a moment's hesitation, she JUMPED FROM THE BALCONY.

Landing lightly, she was running before her feet hit the ground, and didn't stop sprinting until her arms were firmly attached around Legolas's waist.

"My precious…" she crooned, stroking his hair. The poor elf was so terrified that he didn't even have a chance to whip out his arrows and play target practice with the Sue, much to the disappointment of Arwen and Jo. Then again, he probably didn't expect to be ATTACKED upon arriving at Imladris, so they couldn't really blame him.

Jo looked over to see Elrond and an old man in grey, whom she presumed to be Gandalf, hurrying over, followed closely by the twins, Aragorn, and Glorfindel. The Hobbits followed behind at a more leisurely pace, surprised nonetheless of all the noise in such a peaceful Elvish city.

Jo took in the ridiculous scene all around her. Glorfindel and Elrohir were attempting to pry Iendil off of Legolas. They did not have much luck, as Iendil would bite at them and scream "Mine!" Finally, Elladan had the bright idea to whack her with a branch and knock her out. But all that really did was give Legolas a dead weight to haul around, since even when unconscious, she refused to let him go.

Jo smacked a hand to her forehead. What are we going to do?!