Chapter 24:

I was still giggling maniacally by the time I was halfway across the courtyard. I had to stuff my fist into my mouth in order to stop from making too much noise.

I crept along the hallways, turning myself invisible with my necklace. I had almost made it to the barrels when I hesitated. I knew that I had plenty of time – at least enough to go see an old acquaintance.

I turned around and walked towards a pretty little arch. I was following my instincts.

Two minutes later, I ended up outside a huge, gilded door. I gently pushed it open to find Legolas sitting in a chair at a desk. He jumped when he saw that the door was open, but he didn't seem to see me. I released the invisibility spell, and he jumped a foot in the air.

"Freya!" he gasped.

I leaned my back against the wall, jutting my hips out into the room. "Mhm. You better believe it. I tricked you, and Tauriel, and every single one of you bloody elves. I am sick of pointy-eared people, by the way. Excepting hobbits. And you, my pointy-eared, pretty-haired elvish princeling, need to be taught a lesson."

He looked wary. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that you had your chance, and you blew it." I leaned forward and planted a kiss on his lips and then pulled back while he was still stunned. I gave him my flirtatious smile again, and then turned to leave.

I was jerked back into the room as Legolas put his hand on my shoulder and spun me back around, having stood up at the speed of light, apparently.

I found myself almost nose-to-nose with him, and suddenly I realised that I was way too powerful for my own good. Sure, it had taken a couple flirty smiles and a kiss, but all of a sudden Legolas was acting funny. It was like being slapped into being sober after being drunk for ten days. He reminded me of how I always expected Spock to act during that Pon Farr thing.

Which didn't help.

I swallowed, and struggled to regain control over my powers, tried desperately to send some sort of magical message to his brain to stop. But it was as if I had started something I couldn't stop, and now I was scrabbling at fingernail-holes while falling down a cliff.

I stared straight into his eyes as his arm wound itself around my waist, and I slowly spoke to him like a disobedient dog: "Legolas. Stop it. I didn't mean for this to happen. Legolas. Earth to Leggie. What the hell are you doing?"

His eyes still retained this mad look, like he was gonna start pulling at my clothes and dragging me towards the bed that I could see out of the corner of my eye. But it was slowly clearing, and we remained standing like that until his face held a bit more sanity.

He glanced down at his arm, then shoved me into a wall. It was something like being in an embrace and then being thrown away like trash. Which, it kind of was.

In two seconds, Legolas had gone from being insanely infatuated with me to being incredibly angry. "How did you do that?!" he demanded loudly.

I couldn't help but think of how damn hot he was when he was pissed off. "Um...I didn't mean to?"

"Not good enough," he snapped.

I sighed, just grateful that he had let go of me. "Well, it needs to be." I was unhappy. This was a side of Legolas that you didn't see in the books or movies. I wished that I had never met him, so that everything that I had wanted to be would have been preserved. "You need to chill. I was just trying to get you to help me. You're being very uncooperative."

Suddenly, he lunged at me, as if determined to take away my virginity after all. I ducked, and he hit the wall full on. I rolled out from under him, ending up on my feet, on the other side of the room. He turned like a bull and I knew I wouldn't be able to pull off the matador stunt again. So the next time he charged, I waited until he was less than a foot away, and then I jumped in the air. The one way he wasn't expecting me to go – not down, not right, not left, but up.

I landed on his shoulders with my knees, trying hard not to fall off and I clamped my hands around his pointed ears to keep from pitching forward into a wall. He made a funny noise, and I realised that my foot was choking him. I drove my elbow into his temple, and he crumpled. I stifled a shriek as I fell with him, bruising my face and my knee to boot. I touched my cheekbone and winced as it stung.

I gently lifted Legolas up. He was out cold. I placed my hand over his face and released a spell to erase his memory of the whole encounter. I didn't want him to remember that, or tell anybody that the dwarves and I had escaped.

I lowered him to the floor again and excused myself from the room.

As I walked down the hall, I could feel the feeling in my brain, the solitary confinement feeling, starting up again. I grinned as I crept down the hall, anticipating seeing Kili.

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