Disclaimer – see end so it doesn't ruin everything!
"You're not, are you?"
He refused to answer her question, stoically meeting her gaze, not even a hair on his blond Elven head ruffled by her insistent line of questioning. She sighed angrily; he could at least admit it. It had taken some time, but she had finally decided to confront him on the issue.
"You're not straight are you?" Still just silence. She glared at him in annoyance. "You can just come out and say it, I don't mind. It would just be nice to know one way or the other."
She glanced over at Aragorn beside him and played her trump card. "Well, it's either you or him and I KNOW he is! Just look at him!"
There was an uncomfortable silence in which she assumed she had guessed correctly. Time to remedy the situation.
"It doesn't have to be like this, Legolas, let me help you." A rustle of fabric and his face was hidden from her view.
"Well," She said indignantly. "There's no need to be like that about it!" She stretched a hand. "Lets see what we can do okay?"
She pulled the poster from the wall, and carefully positioned it before sticking the blue tack back in place, making sure the edges were now perfectly lined up with the door and the Aragorn poster along side.
"There, nice and straight again." She pondered a moment. "Hey, that gives me a great idea……….
Disclaimer – The only Legolas I own is the one on my wall that I had such trouble putting up in the first place. And the Aragorn one. That's it.
Authors note – I actually accused him of most of this so I thought I'd share it and hope other people enjoy my twisted sense of humour. Short and sweet, I mean no offence.
Hey, its midnight, and it was funny at the time! Enjoy!
PS
Look away if you are offended by blatant self-advertising
If you enjoyed this, check out some of my other humour fics. Thanks! Byeee!
"You're not, are you?"
He refused to answer her question, stoically meeting her gaze, not even a hair on his blond Elven head ruffled by her insistent line of questioning. She sighed angrily; he could at least admit it. It had taken some time, but she had finally decided to confront him on the issue.
"You're not straight are you?" Still just silence. She glared at him in annoyance. "You can just come out and say it, I don't mind. It would just be nice to know one way or the other."
She glanced over at Aragorn beside him and played her trump card. "Well, it's either you or him and I KNOW he is! Just look at him!"
There was an uncomfortable silence in which she assumed she had guessed correctly. Time to remedy the situation.
"It doesn't have to be like this, Legolas, let me help you." A rustle of fabric and his face was hidden from her view.
"Well," She said indignantly. "There's no need to be like that about it!" She stretched a hand. "Lets see what we can do okay?"
She pulled the poster from the wall, and carefully positioned it before sticking the blue tack back in place, making sure the edges were now perfectly lined up with the door and the Aragorn poster along side.
"There, nice and straight again." She pondered a moment. "Hey, that gives me a great idea……….
Disclaimer – The only Legolas I own is the one on my wall that I had such trouble putting up in the first place. And the Aragorn one. That's it.
Authors note – I actually accused him of most of this so I thought I'd share it and hope other people enjoy my twisted sense of humour. Short and sweet, I mean no offence.
Hey, its midnight, and it was funny at the time! Enjoy!
PS
Look away if you are offended by blatant self-advertising
If you enjoyed this, check out some of my other humour fics. Thanks! Byeee!