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T/N: Hello everyone! So, you managed to stumble on this. Thank you. This chapter's kind of introductory, but I guess it's ok. Enjoy! BTW, my friend XxDragon Princess NikkixX came up with the title and I found it funny cuz I'm a dork. Please don't laugh TOO hard at her.
~*Tafi*~
Chapter 1
Legolas sighed and sat lightly on his windowsill. It was a beautiful morning and he was reading his favorite book. 'Nothing, not even Randir, can ruin today,' he thought as a soft breeze blew slowly through the trees and brushed his hair into his sapphire blue eyes.
Someone sighed dreamily. "His golden hair is so soft and silky. . ."
Legolas blinked. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? The voice was so quiet; maybe he was imagining it. He glanced outside.
"His blue eyes are so bright they make even the clearest of skies seem gray. . . especially when it's raining."
He gulped. It was her. 'I'd best just get out of here carefully and slowly. No sudden movements.' Legolas carefully closed the book and stood up before walking silently towards the door. She spoke again, only slightly louder.
"Oh, his body! If only I could just gently grip his-"
Legolas broke out into an open run and slammed the door behind him. He looked quickly around and sprinted down the hall to a random room on his right. He closed the door behind him, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.
"Oh no, not you!"
"It's nice to see you too, little brother." Randir grinned wickedly at Legolas, who let out a low moan. His brother beckoned Legolas to sit between him and another Elf. Legolas shook his head.
"Whatever you and your friend are plotting, I don't want to be a part of it," Legolas said flatly. Randir pouted.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"NO!"
Randir laughed. "Come on, Legolas. You're smart, we need your help."
"No. You and your friend can plan whatever you're planning without me. I'm just going to sit quietly in the corner." He did so. Randir raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Shut up, Randir."
Randir stood and quickly strode to where Legolas sat. "You will not speak to your better in that tone, little brother."
Legolas rolled his eyes. "Lay off it, Randir."
Randir grinned and shrugged. He sat by his friend again. "Alright. But if you change your mind, we'd love your help."
Legolas wouldn't admit it, but he wanted to. Randir always seemed to have so much fun performing the most primitive to the most complicated pranks on anyone and everyone whom he thought needed to lighten up. Legolas had had a fair share committed against himself. But the last thing Legolas would ever want was to be punished. Time and time again, he had seen his father yelling at his brother and Legolas could think of nothing more terrifying than what he had seen. Moreover, Legolas didn't relish in the idea of scrubbing the throne with a rag the size of his eye or cleaning the stables with a spoon or whatever other random punishment the king could come up with.
"Legolas?"
Legolas looked up. "What?"
"Legolas, you've been staring at me for about ten minutes. It's very unnerving. . ."
"Oh. Uh. . . I-I, um. . ." Legolas stuttered. He decided he wouldn't get involved. No, he had to live a little every now and then. No, having fun for five minutes so he could spend a week finishing a punishment wasn't living. Maybe Randir wouldn't bother him as much if he proved he wasn't afraid of punishment, though. Legolas bit his lip. His father would be so disappointed in him.
Randir rolled his eyes. "Forget it, Legolas. You're being too dramatic. We were only going to put spider threads on the seat of Cal's favorite dress or something."
Legolas felt slightly disappointed. "B-but I'll help you! We can come up with something better!"
Randir chuckled quietly. "You're adorable, Lego. Sure, come here." Legolas smiled and sat beside him. "We need to come up with something cruel to do to Cal."
"Why?"
Randir blinked. "I, uh, because we do. She's one hundred fifty in three days. Our baby sister will finally be coming of age!" Randir wrapped an arm over Legolas's shoulder. "It's our duty as her older brothers, and his as a random person," Randir wrapped his other arm around his friend, "to make it a day she'll never forget."
"You're planning to make her butt sticky?"
"Have you got a better idea?" Randir raised his eyebrows hopefully. "I'm sorry, but we're idiots and can't think of anything better than making her stick to her seat at the feast."
"That's very immature." Legolas stated. "We should put the spider threads in her hairbrush!"
Randir frowned and seemed to be thinking it over. "That's a lot better than Dor's plan."
"Dor?"
"Me," Randir's friend said with a grimace, "and I'm not a door. My name is Dorlinen."
Randir nodded. "But you can call him either Dor or Linen."
"No," Dor corrected, "you can call me Dorl, Prince Legolas."
"Pleased to meet you, Dorl," Legolas smiled.
"And you, your highness."
Randir yawned. "You two are boring." He and Dorl stood. "We'll put spider threads in her hairbrush," He grinned. "If we're lucky she'll have to cut her hair to get it out!" he said hopefully. They walked to the door. Randir turned. "Aren't you coming, Legolas?"
"Where? It's in three days; we can't put the threads in the brush now."
"No, but we actually need to get the threads."
Legolas turned pale. "How are we going to do that?"
Randir sighed and pulled Legolas up. "I can't believe I said you were smarter than me. We have to visit a web, obviously."
"F-from one of those little spiders whose legs are only as long as a finger, right?"
"No, the bigger the spider, the stronger and stickier the web." Randir said as if Legolas were only thirty. "Now come on," he glanced out the window, "it's about half an hour after noon. No one's anywhere near the armory right now."
"R-Randir?" Legolas sputtered. "Maybe w-we could cut all her h-hair off while she's s-sleeping."
"Well. . ." Randir scrunched his nose in thought, ". . .no. That'd be rude."
T/N: That's a start, right? Well, obviously, but is it a good start? Please let me know! Thanks for reading all the way through! (I'm assuming if you read this all the way through that you enjoyed it)
~*Tafi*~
T/N: Hello everyone! So, you managed to stumble on this. Thank you. This chapter's kind of introductory, but I guess it's ok. Enjoy! BTW, my friend XxDragon Princess NikkixX came up with the title and I found it funny cuz I'm a dork. Please don't laugh TOO hard at her.
~*Tafi*~
Chapter 1
Legolas sighed and sat lightly on his windowsill. It was a beautiful morning and he was reading his favorite book. 'Nothing, not even Randir, can ruin today,' he thought as a soft breeze blew slowly through the trees and brushed his hair into his sapphire blue eyes.
Someone sighed dreamily. "His golden hair is so soft and silky. . ."
Legolas blinked. Did he just hear what he thought he heard? The voice was so quiet; maybe he was imagining it. He glanced outside.
"His blue eyes are so bright they make even the clearest of skies seem gray. . . especially when it's raining."
He gulped. It was her. 'I'd best just get out of here carefully and slowly. No sudden movements.' Legolas carefully closed the book and stood up before walking silently towards the door. She spoke again, only slightly louder.
"Oh, his body! If only I could just gently grip his-"
Legolas broke out into an open run and slammed the door behind him. He looked quickly around and sprinted down the hall to a random room on his right. He closed the door behind him, took a deep breath, and opened his eyes.
"Oh no, not you!"
"It's nice to see you too, little brother." Randir grinned wickedly at Legolas, who let out a low moan. His brother beckoned Legolas to sit between him and another Elf. Legolas shook his head.
"Whatever you and your friend are plotting, I don't want to be a part of it," Legolas said flatly. Randir pouted.
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"No."
"Please?"
"NO!"
Randir laughed. "Come on, Legolas. You're smart, we need your help."
"No. You and your friend can plan whatever you're planning without me. I'm just going to sit quietly in the corner." He did so. Randir raised an eyebrow.
"Why?"
"Because."
"Because why?"
"Shut up, Randir."
Randir stood and quickly strode to where Legolas sat. "You will not speak to your better in that tone, little brother."
Legolas rolled his eyes. "Lay off it, Randir."
Randir grinned and shrugged. He sat by his friend again. "Alright. But if you change your mind, we'd love your help."
Legolas wouldn't admit it, but he wanted to. Randir always seemed to have so much fun performing the most primitive to the most complicated pranks on anyone and everyone whom he thought needed to lighten up. Legolas had had a fair share committed against himself. But the last thing Legolas would ever want was to be punished. Time and time again, he had seen his father yelling at his brother and Legolas could think of nothing more terrifying than what he had seen. Moreover, Legolas didn't relish in the idea of scrubbing the throne with a rag the size of his eye or cleaning the stables with a spoon or whatever other random punishment the king could come up with.
"Legolas?"
Legolas looked up. "What?"
"Legolas, you've been staring at me for about ten minutes. It's very unnerving. . ."
"Oh. Uh. . . I-I, um. . ." Legolas stuttered. He decided he wouldn't get involved. No, he had to live a little every now and then. No, having fun for five minutes so he could spend a week finishing a punishment wasn't living. Maybe Randir wouldn't bother him as much if he proved he wasn't afraid of punishment, though. Legolas bit his lip. His father would be so disappointed in him.
Randir rolled his eyes. "Forget it, Legolas. You're being too dramatic. We were only going to put spider threads on the seat of Cal's favorite dress or something."
Legolas felt slightly disappointed. "B-but I'll help you! We can come up with something better!"
Randir chuckled quietly. "You're adorable, Lego. Sure, come here." Legolas smiled and sat beside him. "We need to come up with something cruel to do to Cal."
"Why?"
Randir blinked. "I, uh, because we do. She's one hundred fifty in three days. Our baby sister will finally be coming of age!" Randir wrapped an arm over Legolas's shoulder. "It's our duty as her older brothers, and his as a random person," Randir wrapped his other arm around his friend, "to make it a day she'll never forget."
"You're planning to make her butt sticky?"
"Have you got a better idea?" Randir raised his eyebrows hopefully. "I'm sorry, but we're idiots and can't think of anything better than making her stick to her seat at the feast."
"That's very immature." Legolas stated. "We should put the spider threads in her hairbrush!"
Randir frowned and seemed to be thinking it over. "That's a lot better than Dor's plan."
"Dor?"
"Me," Randir's friend said with a grimace, "and I'm not a door. My name is Dorlinen."
Randir nodded. "But you can call him either Dor or Linen."
"No," Dor corrected, "you can call me Dorl, Prince Legolas."
"Pleased to meet you, Dorl," Legolas smiled.
"And you, your highness."
Randir yawned. "You two are boring." He and Dorl stood. "We'll put spider threads in her hairbrush," He grinned. "If we're lucky she'll have to cut her hair to get it out!" he said hopefully. They walked to the door. Randir turned. "Aren't you coming, Legolas?"
"Where? It's in three days; we can't put the threads in the brush now."
"No, but we actually need to get the threads."
Legolas turned pale. "How are we going to do that?"
Randir sighed and pulled Legolas up. "I can't believe I said you were smarter than me. We have to visit a web, obviously."
"F-from one of those little spiders whose legs are only as long as a finger, right?"
"No, the bigger the spider, the stronger and stickier the web." Randir said as if Legolas were only thirty. "Now come on," he glanced out the window, "it's about half an hour after noon. No one's anywhere near the armory right now."
"R-Randir?" Legolas sputtered. "Maybe w-we could cut all her h-hair off while she's s-sleeping."
"Well. . ." Randir scrunched his nose in thought, ". . .no. That'd be rude."
T/N: That's a start, right? Well, obviously, but is it a good start? Please let me know! Thanks for reading all the way through! (I'm assuming if you read this all the way through that you enjoyed it)
~*Tafi*~
