A Second Chance

Chapter 23

Legolas inhaled his potatoes.

"You what?" he choked out.

Emma sniggered. "I started a food fight."

Legolas' face fell. "I always miss the fun stuff!" he whined.

Emma reigned in her laughing. "You can say that again…" she said gleefully.

"It sounds as if you are quite the troublemaker, Lassie," Gimli piped up from the other side of Legolas.

"What was Elrond's reaction to this… food fight? Did he not put a stop to it?" Thranduil asked, swishing the wine around in his goblet.

Emma snorted. "His reaction was to hide under the table," she said smugly.

Thranduil tried very hard not to laugh. However, a small chuckle managed to escape. The image of Elrond hiding under the table was just too much for him. Emma stared at him for a second, eventually deciding not to pick on him about it…


"What other chaos did you cause in Imladris?" Legolas asked, having sufficiently controlled his snickers.

"Oh.. nothing much, sang to Zippy… put honey in Carl's hair. They did do what you failed to." Here Emma glared at Thranduil.

Thranduil raised an eyebrow. "And what would that be?"

"I can speak elvish," Emma said, sticking her nose in the air.

Thranduil smirked. "Quena mani? Lle lakwenian? " Emma stared at him blankly.

"Thought so…" The smirk didn't once leave his face. "Well, I have matters that I must attend to. Legolas, I expect to see you in the throne room for the report."

"Tanya nae sai n'eina."

Thranduil's eyebrow shot up and he slowly turned to face Emma. "Lle rangwa amin?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?"

Legolas snorted and Thranduil returned Emma's eye roll with one of his own, refusing to admit her victory as he walked away.



Legolas turned around to see Emma running straight at him. She did not appear to be slowing down, so he jumped to the side, and then, knowing Emma, he lunged after her and grabbed her arms before she ran into the wall.

"Leggy! C'mere!" Emma, not missing a beat, started dragging him towards the garden.

"Whoa! Emma, where are you taking me? And will you stop calling me Leggy?"

"The garden, dummy! And no!"


"Nevermind." Emma shoved him onto the ground. "Sit here." In from of him, was a patch of wilting flowers.


"Watch!" she said giddily. She placed her hands over over the flowers and closed her eyes. "Ama poldora" A soft green light glowed and the flowers slowly gained their life. The once sad, dying flowers, became once more whole. Their beautiful blue petals had even gained a soft glow.

"Apparently there is also a spell to keep them like this, but Nylan says I am not ready yet," Emma said, smiling happily at the flowers. Legolas mirrored her smile, glad to see her so happy.

"What are you two up to now?" a suspicious voice called from behind Emma.

Emma turned around and Legolas looked up, both watching Thranduil as he approached and eyed the flowers. "Did you do this?" he asked Emma, still observing them.

Emma nodded, a faint blush painting her cheeks.

"Very good," Thranduil mused, finally looking at her. Legolas watched as they stared at each other for a few seconds, before they both looked away. He shook his head to himself.

"What do you want Sparkly-Robed-One?" Emma muttered. Thranduil raised an eyebrow.

"I was merely taking a walk in the garden."

"Hm…" Emma looked at Thranduil suspiciously, the Elvenking merely returned her look.

Legolas rolled his eyes. He was not going to stick around with these strange ones. He leapt gracefully to his feet and sauntered off in another direction, ignoring the slightly bewildered looks of the two elves he left behind.


Emma tried not to laugh. She tried so hard.

But eventually she had to throw herself into a closet and laughed hysterically into her robe. Once she had wiped the tears of mirth away, and quietly crawled out, Emma continued on her way down the hall, towards Sassy Pants' quarters.

She ran into a wall or two, due to it being the dead of night, but, you know… Things happen.

Finally, finally, she got to his room. She couldn't recall if his door squeaked or not, but decided that it probably didn't. The servants were pretty on top of things here. She ever so slowly turned the nob and pushed the door open enough for her to poke her head around the corner.

She could not believe she was actually doing this.

She had to jerk her head out and run back to the closet. She hoped she didn't wake anybody up… she muffled it as best she could. Finally she dragged herself together and slunk out of the closet, back towards Thrandy's room.

Biting her lip, Emma pushed his door open wider and slipped in. A beam of moonlight slapped her in the face and she winced a little. No fair! He had a window.. spoiled little… She looked around for him, and of course, the bed was not that hard to miss, and she crept over to the side, peering down at the sleeping diva. Emma slapped her hand over her mouth. Don't start laughing. Don't start laughing.

The first thing that struck her was how peaceful he looked. The next was that his hair was all messed up. Emma slapped her hand over he mouth again. Don't blow this now. She stopped staring at him, mostly because she had something she needed to do, but also because it was a little creepy to stare at someone while the slept.

Looking around, her gaze rested on the object of her mission.

The crown.

Laughing maniacally to herself, Emma crept over to the crown, which was on the other side of the large bed. Just as she had gone around the end, Thranduil turned around and muttered something unintelligible. Emma froze. He didn't make anymore movement, so once again, Emma resumed her creeping. She reached for the crown and held it carefully in her hands.

An evil grin graced her features.

The pink flowers had mysteriously turned to green leaves, but that was besides the point. The point was that the crown was alive and it was a plant. Emma closed her eyes, and pictured how she wanted it to look, quietly whispering, "Kanta."

She could feel the wood moving beneath her fingers and opened her eyes. Her grin turned positively gloating. Oh, he was going to be so angry. His wonderful spiky crown was now in the shape of a party hat. Mwaha...

Just as she reached over to place the crown back, Thranduil turned and mumbled again, successfully scaring the heck out of Emma. She dropped the crown and it fell to the floor with a clatter. This scared her even more, and she too dropped to the floor with a thud. She heard a small gasp and the sheets rustled.

Son of a biscuit eater. He's awake.

She thought fast and rolled under the bed. She heard more movement and then a whispered, "What in the Valar…" Some platinum hair and a hand came into sight as Thranduil leaned over and picked up his crown.

Emma held her breath.

She heard a very long, drawn out sigh.

Drama queen.

"I know you're there."

Emma's mouth fell open. Maybe he was just testing.. maybe he wasn't sure.

"Get out from under the bed Emma. I can hear you breathing. Now that I think of it, it really isn't that hard imagining you as a human."

Emma bristled at that statement.

She crawled out from under the bed, and stood up, glaring at him. He was still partly under the covers, his arm was thrown over his face…

And dear Valar he was shirtless.

"Son of a biscuit eater," she said, rather matter-of-factly.

Thranduil removed his arm and stared at her, both eyebrows raised. "I don't think I should ask…" he said cautiously.

Emma waved off his comment and averted her gaze from his torso.

"I am going to take a leap and guess you did this." Thranduil held the crown- dangling from one finger- over his head, replacing the other over his face.

"Do you like it?" Emma said cheekily.

Thranduil removed his arm again and glared at her. "I like it so much that I am considering giving you a permanent room in the dungeons."

Emma could tell he was joking, but nevertheless, 'dungeon' had become one of her least favorite words and she fidgeted a little.

There was several moments of awkward silence.

"Weeeell… I should be going.. you know… duty calls," Emma squeaked.

Thranduil had long since replaced his arm over his face. He snorted, "What duty? Besides, it's the middle of the night."

"Hey.. I resent that!" Emma huffed.

Thranduil held his crown out. "You can leave after you fix this."

Emma looked from the crown and back to him. "What if I refused?"

Thranduil shrugged. "You can stay here then."

Emma felt a bit of a blush creeping up her neck. She reached over and snatched the crown out of his hand, quickly replacing it to it's normal state. "There!" She dropped it, points down, onto his chest.

Thranduil grunted then muttered, "What have I done to deserve such treatment?" Putting the crown on his night stand, already half-asleep, he looked at Emma.

"Well? Are you going to leave? Or do you want to stay here after all?"

Emma blushed bright red, whirled around, and flounced out the door.

Thranduil buried his face in his pillow, pushing away the random thoughts about how undignified he must have looked. Especially his hair.

He sighed.



Quena mani?- Say what?

Lle lakwenian?- Are you joking?

Tanya nae sai n'eina.- That was not very funny.

Lle rangwa amin?- Do you understand me?

Lle quena i'lambe tel' Eldalie?- Do you speak Elvish?

Elleth- Female elf

Ama poldora- Strengthen

Kanta- Morph (I think… either that or Poly o.o)

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