Disclaimer: I do not own lord of the rings or any of the characters, (we'll
see about that) muahahahahaha huggles legolas doll
A/N: This is from Legolas' POV, don't kill me I'd prefer if no one came to my house and beat me if'n they don't like it, keep in mind, I do this only for fun and if I were shooting for realism, things would be a heckuva lot different. Canon is basically all over, movie/book/cheese sandwich canon, I'm not very consistent.
Onward!
Everbody in Love with Legolas
Chapter one: The madness begins with Frodo
At first, it didn't seem like such a big deal. A few meaningful looks, the perpetual calls of "I'll help you with the firewood Legolaaas!", and one or
two chance gropes in the dark. At first, I dismissed these as accidents or helpfulness. However, my primary suspicions arose when Boromir, while making camp for the night, suggested with a wink and a raised eyebrow that his shield was big enough for two.
Again, I felt a notion of oddity when Sam, the little hobbit, tripped over a rock, right into my lap. When Aragorn squeezed my tush in the middle of the night and said, "Sorry, I thought you were a Nazgul," I got the impression that he knew perfectly well who I was.
After various and sundry parallel events, I begin to suspect that something
is going on in the Fellowship that is beyond my perception.
As evening grows on, The Fellowship pauses by a suspiciously romantic grassy knoll and makes camp for the night. I bend down, arranging rocks in a circle to make a place for the fire when I hear an appreciative whistle from behind me. Whipping around to catch visual confirmation, I see young Merry Brandybuck who quickly looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Something I can do for you, Meriadoc?" I ask.
"Just ah–––looking at those clouds," he says, studying the sky with a particularly serious expression in an effort to prove it. "Seems like there
may be a storm on the make. You think so?"
"Perhaps," I say, raising an eyebrow and turning back to the fire circle. "To be sure, some very suspicious things are happening."
After a moment when the circle is complete, I arrange the sticks and kindling gathered by a Nearly Obsequious Sam in the traditional "A" shape, the kindling lined like soldiers at the base. Soft footsteps press forward behind me and I see Frodo crouching down on the opposite side of the circle. I barely look up and acknowledge him, then return to carefully shredding a strip of wood as a starter.
"Anything I can do to help?" Frodo asks and my eyes flick upward again.
"Sure,"I say, sprinkling my handful of shredded bark with a bit of warm liquid from my satchel and holding it out to Frodo. "Blow on this––– softly."
Raising an eyebrow, the little hobbit blows on the shreds in my hand and almost immediately, a small and quiet flame shyly ascends. I give a slight smile at Frodo's shocked expression.
"Was that magic?" he asks, entranced.
"Don't know what you mean by magic," I say, touching the flame in my hand to the thin row of kindling, igniting it. "But it is sort of an Elven trick."
"Where did you learn it?"
I think. "I don't know," I say. "It's been two thousand years, so..." I trail off and shrug.
"Will you sleep with me?" he blurts.
"Sorry, Frodo."
T.B.C...... Dun...dun...dun...
A/N: Yay, first chappy done! Well, I suck at author notes, reviews are welcome, and so are flames, (I;m expecting a bunch of flames lol)
A/N: This is from Legolas' POV, don't kill me I'd prefer if no one came to my house and beat me if'n they don't like it, keep in mind, I do this only for fun and if I were shooting for realism, things would be a heckuva lot different. Canon is basically all over, movie/book/cheese sandwich canon, I'm not very consistent.
Onward!
Everbody in Love with Legolas
Chapter one: The madness begins with Frodo
At first, it didn't seem like such a big deal. A few meaningful looks, the perpetual calls of "I'll help you with the firewood Legolaaas!", and one or
two chance gropes in the dark. At first, I dismissed these as accidents or helpfulness. However, my primary suspicions arose when Boromir, while making camp for the night, suggested with a wink and a raised eyebrow that his shield was big enough for two.
Again, I felt a notion of oddity when Sam, the little hobbit, tripped over a rock, right into my lap. When Aragorn squeezed my tush in the middle of the night and said, "Sorry, I thought you were a Nazgul," I got the impression that he knew perfectly well who I was.
After various and sundry parallel events, I begin to suspect that something
is going on in the Fellowship that is beyond my perception.
As evening grows on, The Fellowship pauses by a suspiciously romantic grassy knoll and makes camp for the night. I bend down, arranging rocks in a circle to make a place for the fire when I hear an appreciative whistle from behind me. Whipping around to catch visual confirmation, I see young Merry Brandybuck who quickly looks away, shoving his hands into his pockets.
"Something I can do for you, Meriadoc?" I ask.
"Just ah–––looking at those clouds," he says, studying the sky with a particularly serious expression in an effort to prove it. "Seems like there
may be a storm on the make. You think so?"
"Perhaps," I say, raising an eyebrow and turning back to the fire circle. "To be sure, some very suspicious things are happening."
After a moment when the circle is complete, I arrange the sticks and kindling gathered by a Nearly Obsequious Sam in the traditional "A" shape, the kindling lined like soldiers at the base. Soft footsteps press forward behind me and I see Frodo crouching down on the opposite side of the circle. I barely look up and acknowledge him, then return to carefully shredding a strip of wood as a starter.
"Anything I can do to help?" Frodo asks and my eyes flick upward again.
"Sure,"I say, sprinkling my handful of shredded bark with a bit of warm liquid from my satchel and holding it out to Frodo. "Blow on this––– softly."
Raising an eyebrow, the little hobbit blows on the shreds in my hand and almost immediately, a small and quiet flame shyly ascends. I give a slight smile at Frodo's shocked expression.
"Was that magic?" he asks, entranced.
"Don't know what you mean by magic," I say, touching the flame in my hand to the thin row of kindling, igniting it. "But it is sort of an Elven trick."
"Where did you learn it?"
I think. "I don't know," I say. "It's been two thousand years, so..." I trail off and shrug.
"Will you sleep with me?" he blurts.
"Sorry, Frodo."
T.B.C...... Dun...dun...dun...
A/N: Yay, first chappy done! Well, I suck at author notes, reviews are welcome, and so are flames, (I;m expecting a bunch of flames lol)