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"Got any 4's?"
"Nope. Go fish." Legolas carefully selected a card from the pile.
"Hah! Fished my wish!" Legolas retorted smugly, placing a pair of 4's down on the table.
"You cheated!" Suddenly, a tinny version of 'Green sleeves' was piping through the room. Legolas reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey, Legolas! What's up? It's Frodo." A cheerful voice was saying. Legolas was puzzled.
"Frodo?" He said slowly. "Um...refresh my memory, please."
"You know, the guy without a finger. Went to Rivendell, joined the Fellowship, went on to Mordor, people called me gay without cease (Sorry! I'm not trying to make fun of Frodo or anything! I love Elijah Wood and Sean Astin!) The whole, 'it's mine, my own!' thing. PRECIOUS!" Screamed Frodo into the phone, launching into hysterics.
"Oh. Hey Frodo."
"Hi. Yeah, so I was wondering, can you come down to the Shire for my birthday party?" Legolas glanced over at the game of Go Fish where his cousin Nelineth was trying to peek at his cards.
"Sure. When is it?"
"Two weeks." Legolas knew that meant he'd have to leave in a few days.
"Great."
"Oh, Gollum sends his love." (Again, nothing against Gollum/Smeagol/Andy Serkis!) This last sentence shocked Legolas.
"Umm...I thought Gollum fell in the lava and uh...died." Frodo's voice became testy.
"Yes well, he suffered 3rd degree burns but the public said it was cruelty to animals to leave him in there."
"Oh. Okay. Well, bye."
"Bye." Legolas clicked off his cell phone.
"Nelineth." Legolas said carefully. The blonde elf looked up.
"Yes, cousin of mine that I love so much?"
"I have to go to a uh, a business meeting in the Shire. Father is thinking about investing in some pipe weed. I have to end our visit early. I apologize." Fury suddenly darkened Nelineth's face.
"Don't lie to me, Legolas Greenleaf! You're going to meet that horrible Fellowship group again! You ungrateful rat!" She shouted, advancing. Legolas swallowed nervously. To invoke the wrath of Nelineth was like poking a cave troll in the eye and then standing there.
"No! Of course not!" He stuttered. But the enraged elf advanced.
"I always knew you hated me! Especially when you and those twin Rivendell brats poured salt in my Lembas!" She snarled, grabbing his collar and shaking him. "You filthy liar!" She sneered. Legolas smothered his grin at remembering her face at tasting the tainted Lembas. Now he shuddered, terrified at the mood swing.
"I'm not lying."
"You are!"
"All right. But, I, can't tell you why! It's for, um, someone's protection!" Legolas lied. The shaking ceased, the snarls died, and the anger was gone. Nelineth clapped excitedly, her green eyes shining.
"Oh! You're going to meet a girl! Finally! Oh Leggy, can I be in the wedding? Please!" Nelineth pleaded.
"Uh, yes, of course. And don't," Legolas had been about to say 'don't call me Leggy' but at the sight of a snarl rising on Nelineth's face made him stop. "Don't... feel bad about staying here while I'm gone!" He finished.
PACKING
Legolas shoved some clothes into a bag. He wanted to leave as soon as possible. He picked up his supply of Lembas bread and was heading to put it in his pack, when suddenly he tripped over something and fell. He landed hard on his stomach, the wind leaving his body with an 'omph!' Feeling bruised, Legolas kicked whatever it was under the bed.
"That was graceful!" Nelineth snickered, smirking from the doorway. Grumbling, Legolas got up and slammed his door shut. Then he got down on his hands and knees and looked under the bed. There was something catching the light. Legolas reached for it, and almost grabbed it when it suddenly began...pulsing?! Frightened, Legolas moved his hand away and instead touched cool glass. Puzzled, he picked it up. It was a framed Christmas card from Aragorn. It showed Aragorn and Arwen smiling, their children in coordinated outfits around them. 'Legolas, Merry Christmas, pretty elf boy!' At first, Legolas had been puzzled. Was Merry coming from Christmas? It took him three days of pondering to realize Aragorn was just saying a Christmas greeting. Even now, Legolas felt stupid thinking about it. He looked down at Aragorn and shuddered. That hair.
"Filthy human scum!" Legolas said with a grin/grimace. The hair drew his attention every time he saw him. That mop of...grease on top of Aragorn's head he called hair. Did he wash his hair with grease and oil? Legolas had tried to get Aragorn to wash it. He had strongly hinted. But no such luck. What was wrong here? How did Aragorn not get the hint? Legolas had sent three gift baskets of shampoo, conditioner, moisturizer, and lotion! Still, the hair remained greasy. Legolas didn't understand how Arwen could stand being in such close proximity to the hair. She went to sleep every night in the same bed as it! Legolas shuddered, clutching his own well-kept hair and hoping his hair would never be that unkempt. He had tried asking Arwen how she could stand it, but she started yelling at him and criticizing him and even threatening him.
"I wonder if Aragorn was invited..." Legolas mused.
HEY! Hi, this is one of the writers, Michele. My friend Ashley is writing Aragorn's POV, he's in the story too. She'll be posting it soon! Oh, and I hope you like this story! Lol she's an Aragorn fan and I'm a Legolas fan. So in between the two of us, it should be okay!
"Got any 4's?"
"Nope. Go fish." Legolas carefully selected a card from the pile.
"Hah! Fished my wish!" Legolas retorted smugly, placing a pair of 4's down on the table.
"You cheated!" Suddenly, a tinny version of 'Green sleeves' was piping through the room. Legolas reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone.
"Hello?" He answered.
"Hey, Legolas! What's up? It's Frodo." A cheerful voice was saying. Legolas was puzzled.
"Frodo?" He said slowly. "Um...refresh my memory, please."
"You know, the guy without a finger. Went to Rivendell, joined the Fellowship, went on to Mordor, people called me gay without cease (Sorry! I'm not trying to make fun of Frodo or anything! I love Elijah Wood and Sean Astin!) The whole, 'it's mine, my own!' thing. PRECIOUS!" Screamed Frodo into the phone, launching into hysterics.
"Oh. Hey Frodo."
"Hi. Yeah, so I was wondering, can you come down to the Shire for my birthday party?" Legolas glanced over at the game of Go Fish where his cousin Nelineth was trying to peek at his cards.
"Sure. When is it?"
"Two weeks." Legolas knew that meant he'd have to leave in a few days.
"Great."
"Oh, Gollum sends his love." (Again, nothing against Gollum/Smeagol/Andy Serkis!) This last sentence shocked Legolas.
"Umm...I thought Gollum fell in the lava and uh...died." Frodo's voice became testy.
"Yes well, he suffered 3rd degree burns but the public said it was cruelty to animals to leave him in there."
"Oh. Okay. Well, bye."
"Bye." Legolas clicked off his cell phone.
"Nelineth." Legolas said carefully. The blonde elf looked up.
"Yes, cousin of mine that I love so much?"
"I have to go to a uh, a business meeting in the Shire. Father is thinking about investing in some pipe weed. I have to end our visit early. I apologize." Fury suddenly darkened Nelineth's face.
"Don't lie to me, Legolas Greenleaf! You're going to meet that horrible Fellowship group again! You ungrateful rat!" She shouted, advancing. Legolas swallowed nervously. To invoke the wrath of Nelineth was like poking a cave troll in the eye and then standing there.
"No! Of course not!" He stuttered. But the enraged elf advanced.
"I always knew you hated me! Especially when you and those twin Rivendell brats poured salt in my Lembas!" She snarled, grabbing his collar and shaking him. "You filthy liar!" She sneered. Legolas smothered his grin at remembering her face at tasting the tainted Lembas. Now he shuddered, terrified at the mood swing.
"I'm not lying."
"You are!"
"All right. But, I, can't tell you why! It's for, um, someone's protection!" Legolas lied. The shaking ceased, the snarls died, and the anger was gone. Nelineth clapped excitedly, her green eyes shining.
"Oh! You're going to meet a girl! Finally! Oh Leggy, can I be in the wedding? Please!" Nelineth pleaded.
"Uh, yes, of course. And don't," Legolas had been about to say 'don't call me Leggy' but at the sight of a snarl rising on Nelineth's face made him stop. "Don't... feel bad about staying here while I'm gone!" He finished.
PACKING
Legolas shoved some clothes into a bag. He wanted to leave as soon as possible. He picked up his supply of Lembas bread and was heading to put it in his pack, when suddenly he tripped over something and fell. He landed hard on his stomach, the wind leaving his body with an 'omph!' Feeling bruised, Legolas kicked whatever it was under the bed.
"That was graceful!" Nelineth snickered, smirking from the doorway. Grumbling, Legolas got up and slammed his door shut. Then he got down on his hands and knees and looked under the bed. There was something catching the light. Legolas reached for it, and almost grabbed it when it suddenly began...pulsing?! Frightened, Legolas moved his hand away and instead touched cool glass. Puzzled, he picked it up. It was a framed Christmas card from Aragorn. It showed Aragorn and Arwen smiling, their children in coordinated outfits around them. 'Legolas, Merry Christmas, pretty elf boy!' At first, Legolas had been puzzled. Was Merry coming from Christmas? It took him three days of pondering to realize Aragorn was just saying a Christmas greeting. Even now, Legolas felt stupid thinking about it. He looked down at Aragorn and shuddered. That hair.
"Filthy human scum!" Legolas said with a grin/grimace. The hair drew his attention every time he saw him. That mop of...grease on top of Aragorn's head he called hair. Did he wash his hair with grease and oil? Legolas had tried to get Aragorn to wash it. He had strongly hinted. But no such luck. What was wrong here? How did Aragorn not get the hint? Legolas had sent three gift baskets of shampoo, conditioner, moisturizer, and lotion! Still, the hair remained greasy. Legolas didn't understand how Arwen could stand being in such close proximity to the hair. She went to sleep every night in the same bed as it! Legolas shuddered, clutching his own well-kept hair and hoping his hair would never be that unkempt. He had tried asking Arwen how she could stand it, but she started yelling at him and criticizing him and even threatening him.
"I wonder if Aragorn was invited..." Legolas mused.
HEY! Hi, this is one of the writers, Michele. My friend Ashley is writing Aragorn's POV, he's in the story too. She'll be posting it soon! Oh, and I hope you like this story! Lol she's an Aragorn fan and I'm a Legolas fan. So in between the two of us, it should be okay!