Blood thirsty: Okay, me second fic… and thanks SO MUCH to the ice cream assassin for reveiewing my first! Anyway, this is after the series ended, so they destroyed the ring, yada yada yada, it's gonna be humor, hence the genre. And no, it's not gonna be stupid humor… I hope…
Legolas: Not stupid? You? That's an oxy moron if I ever heard one… * Goes back to typing *
Blood thirsty: No more dictionary for you, Mr. Know-it-all- elf. No more supper either…
Legolas: When did you feed me in the first place huh? * holds up a sign * "Muse for sale"
The brightness of the sun awoke him from a night of peaceful slumber. His keen eyes instinctively blinked from the sudden consciousness. 'What an odd dream…' he thought. He shook his head, as if to rid himself of the thought. Legolas stayed in bed a little while longer. Winter was there, and he did not want to cross the snow-white room to get into some sort of slippers, for the floor would be much too cold for his taste. He heard some yelling, and covered his pointy ears with his pillow, that is until he realized that who ever was making all the noise, was making it towards him, to rouse him out of bed.
"I'm coming, I'm coming… hold on for a moment, would you?" He muttered, hoping the elf had heard him. Apparently not, because they came barging in, ranting about how much he slept. She stopped dead in her tracks realizing that he was indeed awake. She tried to stare daggers at him, but his glare was much more effective. She snorted.
" For a king-to-be you sure are lazy, all you do is get up, go to the forest, and do nothing." He rolled his eyes, and went back under the pillow trying in vain to cut out her yelling. She continued to yell at him, getting even louder until he interrupted her.
" My hearing is fine. Though I would like some privacy in which to get dressed, I can't very well go around in my night clothes, now can I?" He said bluntly.
" Just making sure you were up, my soon-to-be-king." The last part she spat with sarcasm. With that, she stormed out of the room. He nearly jumped out of his skin when his eleven feet met with the floor. Cold usually didn't bother him, but it was rather unpleasant when it was first thing in the morning. He trudged over towards his wardrobe. He always admired the work in which it was carved. It stood about 7 feet tall, and was almost silver in color. Along with the many decorative carvings in it, it was a rather pretty sight. He pulled it open and pulled out some light green clothes, and dressed, mumbling to himself about what would happen to that elf when he was king. 'She would see more of cleaning than waking up the princes' he chuckled to himself.
He walked into the dining area, greeted by his father and brothers. They were clad in white and silvers.
" Why do you dress in summer clothes, when it is winter, oh wise one?" Asked his eldest brother, sarcasm dripping from his voice. Legolas merely waved the question off, but still received some odd glances from his other kin. He had almost finished his breakfast when again, the elf maiden came charging through, and nearly knocked Legolas off his seat. She glared at him yet again, for something he had no idea what for. He was starting to think that she disliked him very much. He would of sneered back, but he was becoming aware of something in his lap. A glass. Along with the juice in it. For an elf with such pale features, he became very red; whether it be from anger or humiliation. He stood up very abruptly, and stared her down with such a glare. If looks could kill, she would have been dead before she hit the ground. He was very angry, though she found it quite amusing.
" You know, for a king-to-be, you sure are clumsy." She taunted. He turned even redder. That was definitely and insult. Legolas' eyes narrowed down, and before anyone knew what was happening, he pushed his way past her; nearly knocking her to the ground.
" Well, he sure isn't a morning elf, now is he?" She asked, trying to sound innocent. It obviously worked, because his eldest brother, nodded, and added
" I don't think he likes winter either." He said coyly. She delivered her message to Thrandruil.
Legolas walked through the forest, to let off some steam, and ended up in one of his favorite trees. It seemed to have a nook that fit his body shape just right. He had nearly nodded off, when the sound of hooves met his keen ears. He perked up, and kept his ears, eyes, and nose ready. The hooves were approaching fast. He was glad he took his bow, along with a few arrows. Normally it was a burden, but since he had traveled with the fellowship, he felt naked without it. He silently drew his arrow. The hooves were closer than ever.
"Halt or you shall be shot down." He shouted, eyes finally locked onto his target. He was on a horse, that much he knew from listening, but he was hooded, and not un-armed; legolas could make out the hilt of a sward.
" The figure stopped, and looked around, trying to find the source of the voice, but he found it was futile, and spoke.
" I am here to talk to Prince Legolas." He shouted back, with a clear, and very familiar voice. Then it dawned on Legolas, he looked at the hilt again, and recognized it easily. Cursing himself for not figuring it out sooner. He jumped from the branch he was on, and nearly knocked down the rider with a hug.
"Aragorn! It is been so long!" Legolas shouted. He released the ranger. Aragorn pulled his hood back to reveil a smiling face; if not a bit older.
" It has been a few years since our quest, has it not? It is good to see you again, my soon-to-" He was cut off by a yelp from the fair elf.
" Please! If you have aby mercy left in you, don't finish that sentence. It has been a hectic day, and it all seemed to have to do with that blasted phrase!" Legolas cried, not wanting to think about that again. Ever.
" Alright, I will not, Legolas. I bring good news though, even though it has been 5 years, we are finally having a reunion. I have already invited the hobbits. It will do them some good to see old friends, ever since the passing of poor old Bilbo…" Aragorns voice trailed off. Legolas lowered his head.
" On a brighter note, we will be traveling to Lord Elrond's palace. You and I are the only ones absent from it. Gimli wanted to come, but he knew he would only slow us down. He still can't ride a horse properly." Aragorn joked. Legolas smiled. Aragorn dismounted, and led the horse through the forest behind the elf's lead.
After a day in Mirkwood, Aragorn was rested, and Legolas was packed and ready to leave. He had his bow and a quiver full of arrows, just in case. Aragorn as usual, packed lightly, as did Legolas. They were about to leave, when an elf maiden came racing up towards Legolas. He went absolutely pale.
" Go! To the stables, no stopping!" Legolas hissed, his feet already moving quite fast. Aragorn raced ahead as well.
"Why? Whats wrong?" He asked through gasps; already Legolas was speeding too fast for Aragorn. Before he could answer, Legolas made a sharp turn, then ran straight through some trees. Before long, they reached the stables.
" Just a minor short cut." Legolas said, regaining his composure.
" You still haven't answered my question. What was wrong.?" Aragorn asked, sounding somewhat suspicious.
" Well, these horses… they're for… well, they're not for me to ride, but they are the fastest here, and I highly doubt there is going to be a war that will happen, and we would need all of our horses." Legolas said, trying to sound inconspicuous. Aragorn gave him an odd look, but smiled. They picked out a horse to their liking, mounted them, and were about to leave, when seemingly out of no-where, that same annoying elf maiden popped into the stable.
" Legolas Greenleaf! Stealing from your own kin! How low can one sink?" She cried, sounding deeply astonished.
" If they are my own kin, and I am merely borrowing it, then how is it stealing?" He retorted. She looked as though he had slapped her, in fact, he was very tempted to. She began to shake her head, and tsk'ed about something. He was about to ride away, when she finally spoke.
" This is very irrisponsible for a soon-to-be king." She spat. Legolas let out a cry that reminded Aragorn of a wounded animal that was just caught. Before he could do anything, his horse took off, obviously following Legolas' horse. The two burst out of the stable and where home free. Until Legolas picked up a sound of a third horse following them. He swiveled his head around, only to see that same elven maiden following them. Aragorn didn't know what to think. So he continued to follow Legolas, who kept making sharp turns trying to evade the stalker. After what seemed like hours, they finally rested. Aragorn looked at Legolas, and tried to stifle his laughter. He failed miserably.
" Do you mock me?" Legolas shouted, making his appearance even more beastly. His blonde hair tousled and mingled with sweat, his face contorted with a sort of blind rage.
" Nay, I do not. You just seem… stressed. That's all." Aragorn coaxed, but knowing it sounded false. Amazingly enough, his looks relaxed. Legolas ran his long, slender hand through his blonde tendrals. He even cracked a smile.
" I would swear she was put on this place to make my life miserable." He said, almost to himself. Aragorn nodded with a half smile, and laid down. Using his arms as a pillow, and an extra cloak to keep the winter air from freezing his blood, he nodded off to sleep. Legolas soon followed.
Aragorn awoke to darkness. He blinked, completely disorientated. Definitely too early to awake naturally. He guessed it must not have been more than three hours since he went to sleep. A cry. He heard a cry. It reminded him of a wounded animal- no wait, a wounded Legolas to be more precise.
" You are NOT being very kingly. I should hope that you have gotten some mo-" That same annoying voice was cut off by another cry from Legolas, and the sound of him mounting a horse. Aragorn was quick to grab his things and join. The elf maiden had left her horse behind, and was some what shocked at his actions. She blinked again as she heard Legolas shout something to her; which sounded something like 'elven version of gollum'.
Legolas would not rest for more than an hour at a time. Aragorn was still unsure of his fair-faced friend. He was wound up so tightly, he was sure he would of snapped. Needless to say, they made it to Rivendale faster than anyone expected.
Blood thirsty: More to come… that is if ppl are reading this.
Legolas: If you are, please have a heart, and DON'T REVIEW! It only fuels her more! She doesn't feed me! And I'm all alone!
Blood thirsty: fine, I'll have mercy on you. * throws him a bone * there…
Legolas: but I still have no one to keep me company…
Blood thirsty: Ahem… anyhoo, I was hoping you'd review, if your reading this… you obviously are though, anyway, I don't demand reviews, but I would like to know even if one person likes it. Flames are welcome too… though they're mean… tata, there's more to come… hopefully.