Dialogue
By: Cyblade Silver
Legolas Greenleaf sat at a pool of warm water, washing his hair. He was depressed, and the familiar smell of Pantine ProV always seemed to cheer him up. A boy with short brown hair walked up.
"Hey Leggo, what's wrong? Fangirl problems?"
"No," the blonde Elf sighed. "Fics. A specific kind of Fic to be precise."
"What kind?"
"You should know," Legolas grumped. "You read them."
"Maybe I've forgotten. Enlighten me."
"'Shadows Amongst the Leaves', 'Imprisoned', 'Prince of Darkness, Prince of Light', 'Child of the forest' and 'Temptation of Shadows'." Legolas grumbled. "Ring any bells?"
"Oh," Cyblade Silver nodded. "Leggy Torture fics."
"Yes, those. I really, really hate those."
Cyblade chuckled.
"Quit laughing," the Elf pouted. "I don't mind being written about, I like it in fact. I even like being paired with Aragorn by the yaoi lovers out there. But I draw the line at being tortured by sadistic Authors."
Cyblade raised an eyebrow.
"Since when do you speak Japanese?"
"Since I spent an hour at Smoochies," Legolas said, grinning.
Cyblade Silver grinned. Taking the hairbrush Legolas handed him, he started brushing.
"At least you have fics," said another voice, the two of them turned to see Celeborn stride into the field. "Nobody cares about me," the older Elf sniffled. "They all make me act stupid, or just ignore me."
"Oh, it's not so bad. I mean, they never showed much of you."
"I know! I never get any attention!"
"And that's a bad thing?" Legolas asked, thinking of the Legolas Torture fics.
"Yes!" Celeborn shouted. "Even Haldir gets written about. Haldir, for Valar's sake!"
"And what, may I ask, is wrong with that?"
Inquired a mildly affronted Haldir.
"Alright, that's it!" Legolas interrupted, quickly becoming irate. "All of you, except for a certain Fanboy scribe, leave! Right now, before I throw you into a plothole!"
"Aww," Haldir cooed. "Did we interrupt poor Elf-boy's haircare session?"
"Get lost," Leggy grumbled.
Haldir was just about to make another wiseass comment, when Celeborn grabbed his arm.
"We're going, we're going. Come on, Haldir." Celeborn dragged the protesting Haldir out of the field, and beyond the boundary of the smallish pocket dimension.
Legolas heard a laugh from behind him.
"Oh, you shut up. Fanboy."
That just made Cyblade laugh harder.
By: Cyblade Silver
Legolas Greenleaf sat at a pool of warm water, washing his hair. He was depressed, and the familiar smell of Pantine ProV always seemed to cheer him up. A boy with short brown hair walked up.
"Hey Leggo, what's wrong? Fangirl problems?"
"No," the blonde Elf sighed. "Fics. A specific kind of Fic to be precise."
"What kind?"
"You should know," Legolas grumped. "You read them."
"Maybe I've forgotten. Enlighten me."
"'Shadows Amongst the Leaves', 'Imprisoned', 'Prince of Darkness, Prince of Light', 'Child of the forest' and 'Temptation of Shadows'." Legolas grumbled. "Ring any bells?"
"Oh," Cyblade Silver nodded. "Leggy Torture fics."
"Yes, those. I really, really hate those."
Cyblade chuckled.
"Quit laughing," the Elf pouted. "I don't mind being written about, I like it in fact. I even like being paired with Aragorn by the yaoi lovers out there. But I draw the line at being tortured by sadistic Authors."
Cyblade raised an eyebrow.
"Since when do you speak Japanese?"
"Since I spent an hour at Smoochies," Legolas said, grinning.
Cyblade Silver grinned. Taking the hairbrush Legolas handed him, he started brushing.
"At least you have fics," said another voice, the two of them turned to see Celeborn stride into the field. "Nobody cares about me," the older Elf sniffled. "They all make me act stupid, or just ignore me."
"Oh, it's not so bad. I mean, they never showed much of you."
"I know! I never get any attention!"
"And that's a bad thing?" Legolas asked, thinking of the Legolas Torture fics.
"Yes!" Celeborn shouted. "Even Haldir gets written about. Haldir, for Valar's sake!"
"And what, may I ask, is wrong with that?"
Inquired a mildly affronted Haldir.
"Alright, that's it!" Legolas interrupted, quickly becoming irate. "All of you, except for a certain Fanboy scribe, leave! Right now, before I throw you into a plothole!"
"Aww," Haldir cooed. "Did we interrupt poor Elf-boy's haircare session?"
"Get lost," Leggy grumbled.
Haldir was just about to make another wiseass comment, when Celeborn grabbed his arm.
"We're going, we're going. Come on, Haldir." Celeborn dragged the protesting Haldir out of the field, and beyond the boundary of the smallish pocket dimension.
Legolas heard a laugh from behind him.
"Oh, you shut up. Fanboy."
That just made Cyblade laugh harder.