A/N: Woo! It's a Di chapter and I know she has more fans than some other characters (*pouts slightly*) anyway, this time I would like a few more reviews please! Exams are causing my timing to be terrible and July is camp Nano so don't excpect any updates then, I'll be too busy on my 50,000 word novel, HURRAY *sarcasm*. Once again I am sorry for being late. Confrontation will ensue from here, along with an explanation of Seph's prank ;D.

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Legobricks the Chicken

Di's POV

It was dinner, and I was seated at the huge table which more than accommodated the various guests that had inundated us at the House. As usual, Elrond was at the head of the table, and I was continuing the discussion we had been having on the inequalities surrounding the- never mind: Fin has on many occasions made it known that 'any sane person' would be 'bored to the halls of Mandos' by the complex research project Elrond and I had been conducting for the past year or so. Anyway, as we were conversing, other members of the household filtered in, but I took no notice until four of them, in varying degrees of dampness, ambled through the doorway.

It was Legolas who came in first, indignant and sopping wet, leaving behind him a trail of puddles and mischievous grins. The grins were mainly coming from Seph, who seemed to be recording the whole affair on her iPod. I had not yet met the prince, but from conversations with Elrond I had learnt that he was to be Seph and Kels' archery teacher. My mouth curled into a smile as Elrond motioned for him to sit down, looking slightly amused at the state of the prince. With a squelch, he took his place. Seph hurriedly switched off her iPod, as she had already been told off for having it out during dinner. She greeted Elrond with a shaky smile, and sat down beside me, opposite Legolas. She gave a sly smirk, and he scowled, and I could see that there was no love lost between them. Their first day of training had evidently gone superbly.

Next into the hall, arriving just as steaming pots of delicious food did, were Fin and Glorfindel. They were merely damp, and Fin's long blonde hair was straggling down her shoulders. Although they were technically not holding hands at this moment, it was clear that they had been while walking down the corridor. The look they gave each other as they parted to sit at their respective seats could melt a thousand rainbows with kittens dancing on them, or at least that was how Seph liked to describe it when she was being particularly poetic.

They sat down and started to whisper conspiratorially between themselves, occasionally glancing at Seph or Legolas, who seemed to be partaking in a staring competition. Legolas turned away to wipe a strand of his long blond hair from his face, and Seph winked at Fin, who giggled. I glanced around the table to see if anyone had started eating yet, as I was exceedingly hungry, when I saw there were two conspicuous empty spaces. Having seen me look for them, Seph piped up, in a way that suggested she knew the answer,

"I wonder where Kels and Aragorn are..."

At this point she looked knowingly at the resident lovebirds, who burst out laughing. Once again it seemed I had been left out of something, although Legolas seemed to be as confused as I was.

"They must be on their way," said Elrond, and we sat in silence waiting for them. Finally, the suspense overcame Fin, who was bursting to find out what mischief Seph had caused.

"You'll find out soon enough, although Prince Legless here probably wouldn't understand," was all Seph gave in reply.

'Prince Legless' had opened his mouth to retort when Aragorn came in, followed by a very nervous-looking Kels. They sat down, looking like they would rather not sit adjacent to each other, and the tension in the twenty centimetres that separated them seemed to radiate through the whole room. Kels gave a small cough, and Aragorn shifted in his seat, his fingers fidgeting. They did not notice the range of glances - quizzical, cryptic, and cross - that were being shot across the room. Elrond did though, and promptly motioned for the eating to commence.

The only thing that can be said about the dinner that followed that it was miraculous that nobody was killed. Not in terms of the food - the food was frankly marvellous - and not an orc attack either. No, it was the sheer atmosphere that was choking.

At first, there was silence as we all ate heartily, but halfway then halfway through the main course Legolas said,

"I would be very much obliged if Persephone would call me by my name rather than whatever nickname suits her fancy."

He said this into his plate, looking up at Seph with a steely stare as he finished.

"What, are you handsome legs a touchy subject for poor little Legless?"

He stiffened at being called this, holding his head high with an air of importance.

"And it's Seph thank you."

"Once thing you must understand, Persephone is that I am your teacher-"

"So? I can beat you in an archery competition any day," said Seph confidently.

"Oh, really? Is that a challenge?"

"Unless you're chicken, Legobricks."

They proceeded to bicker, but now as we were nearing the end of our main course, I noticed the silence between Kels and Aragorn was very peculiar, as they were usually on amiable terms. They seemed to be trying to simultaneously avoid each other's gaze and read the emotions on each other's faces, which resulted in a weird inverted staring match. I stifled a laugh as I pondered what Seph could have done this time.

We finished our dessert in near silence, although Glorfindel seemed to be communicating something to Fin through an invisible diagram drawn on the tablecloth with his finger. I turned to Elrond, hoping to carry on with the fascinating conversation we had been having, when I found him finished and ready to leave the table. He stood up, and dinner was over.

As we were leaving, in the corridor on the way to my room, I was suddenly ambushed by an excited Seph, with Fin and Glorfindel tagging along behind. Evidently she could not keep the secret any longer, which was surprising for Seph.

"Now can you tell us what you did?" asked Fin.

"Have they gone?" asked Seph, surreptitiously looking around.

"Yes. Tell us."

"Ok, I will divulge my secrets. Well, basically, have you seen the way Kels and Aragorn look at each other? I mean, it's a match waiting to happen. So I took it upon myself to arrange it." She fell silent, enjoying our anticipation.

"Well?"

"You know how Dan is really good at copying handwriting?" I nodded, vividly remembering an incident, involving a spanner and a very large amount of cheese, in which I had fallen prey to one of Dan's talents.

"All I did was get him to write a super lovey-dovey note. Well, two lovey-dovey notes..." I rolled my eyes, understanding the trick she had played. Fin still looked confused though.

"Then what?"

"What do you think? I planted them, well Roh planted one - he'll kill me if I don't mention him. One in Kels' room, an anguished declaration of love, signed by the good Aragorn, and the second from 'Kelly'," here Seph made quotation marks with her fingers in the air, "to Aragorn. So simple, but you see what happened. They looked more awkward than a pair of snowmen on a beach."

She smiled, waiting to see our reactions. Fin gazed in awe as the simplicity of Seph's plan dawned on her. If both Kels and Aragorn believed the other loved them, surely it would come true?

I chuckled inwardly as I realised that Seph had unknowingly been influenced by someone whose work she had condemned to hell, as I remembered in a faded recollection of our days in school - proper Earth school - studying Shakespeare.

"Remember who commended thy yellow stockings," I said quietly.

"Sorry, what did you say Di?" asked Seph.

"Nothing, just quoting Shakespeare. Remember The Twelfth Night? The play?"

"Not really, I've deleted that sort of stuff from my memory."

"Oh, I remember, kinda..." said Fin, thinking, "that bit with the note-swapping. There was a trick, or something, I can't really remember, but they planted a note, didn't they? That's what you've done, isn't it? Seph?"

Seph's indignation was clear on her face. She prided herself on the originality of her schemes.

"Ugh! Next time, I'm telling you, I won't get my ideas from a four hundred year old man from a different universe!" She stormed off, leaving us in the corridor.

"You must admit, it was ingenious," said Glorfindel after a moment of silence, and with that we left to our respective rooms.

The next morning was one of great excitement, as our merry crew of conscious house members increased by one. That one was Frodo.

As usual, I woke well before dawn, which meant I was one of the first to hear the news. In the past few days in which Frodo had been here, it had become something of a habit of mine to visit the makeshift infirmary. It was in fact a cosy room just off the third floor corridor, which was normally closed off and used for storage, but sometimes made into a hospital. I had a notebook in which I would record any relevant data, and it was already quite full. I had by this point learned enough about the hobbit to write a detailed biography, with interviews from close friends, without ever having met Frodo himself.

I was on my way to where Frodo was staying, when I was surrounded by shouts and cheers. Pippin and Merry hurtled past me in the opposite direction, screaming something unintelligible, and I hastened my pace. What was going on? I finally reached the infirmary, and I entered, hoping for the best.

The only bed in the room was surrounded by people - Sam, Elrond, Dan, Roh, and others. Sitting propped up on his pillows was a very much awake Frodo Baggins. Considering this was the first time I had seen him with his eyes open, he was not very animated, and still looked exhausted. However, he was awake, and seemed very confused at the whole situation. I could imagine what he was thinking: he was in a strange place surrounded by strange people, all surrounding his bed. They were trying to explain to him what was going on, but Frodo was mainly listening to Sam, and I could see him nodding his head. I edged closer, unsure if I was encroaching on this intimate moment.

However, the decision was made for me as Seph burst in, followed by a groggy Kels. Their faces lit up as they pushed past me lingering in the doorway, propelling me forward into the group. They made for the bed in order to attack the poor hobbit with their hugs, but Elrond calmly stopped them at a safe distance for Frodo's safety. Then Frodo weakly raised his hand, and Seph clasped it, and I could see that Kels was on the verge of tears. They started relating their adventures, and since I had already either heard or experienced all of it, I turned to listen to what Elrond was saying to Roh.

Then a voice I didn't recognise said,

"So I understand you are Diana,"

I looked around and discovered the source of the voice - none other than Frodo. Evidently Seph and Kels had introduced me.

"Yes, but you can call me Di,"

"Di? That sounds a bit too much like 'die'. I think I've had enough of death lately, I hope you don't mind if I call you Diana?"

"No, that's fine. You must be tired." In actual fact, I mostly did not mind what people called me.

"Tired? I've been lying in bed for the past four days, according to them," he jerked a thumb towards Elrond and Sam, who were discussing something amongst themselves, then sighed. I rushed to see what was wrong, then turned and saw that Pippin and Merry had returned from delivering the news, and were standing at the foot of the bed panting. Frodo was smiling now, and Pippin was singing a song of his own composition,

"He's awake, he's awake,

Let's eat cake!

Awake, awake, awake,

Awake, awake, awake!"

Apparently he was too excited think of more than five words for his song, but it was catchy enough for Merry to strike up too. Frodo gave a beaming grin.

"Did you miss me?"

There were vigorous nods, and everyone was trying to speak simultaneously, not realising that that is simply not the logical way to make oneself heard, but soon we were all ushered out in order to allow Frodo to recover in peace. For his part, he did not seem too keen on being kept from his friends, but Elrond was insistent. Besides, he said, there was the council to prepare for.

Seph and Kels exchanged a knowing look.

"The council? You mean THE Council?"

"Yes," said Elrond gravely, "there are important matters to discuss."

"And I don't suppose we are invited? Are we?" asked Seph, first hopeful then dejected when she saw Elrond's expression.

"I am afraid of the four of you Diana is the only one officially invited as my assistant."

I smiled, feeling slightly smug.

"Officially invited?"

"Officially, yes... It is such a shame none of you will be able to come to the meeting, which happens to be at three o'clock in the afternoon in two days' time. Make sure Sam also knows not to be there. I do not want to be able to see any of you at the meeting."

And Elrond left the infirmary without another word.

A/N: Up next is *dramatic drumroll* the council! But you already knew that because I told you before. Due to a previous lack of reviews (*sob* but that you Jessica for being the only person to answer my question) I decided to do a switching POV! No Di POV but we do have the Frying pan of Awesomness! Kesesese (haha, Prussia :P). Anyway, in answer to the question of Kyoki no Megami, it is a joke reference to Artemis Fowl :)

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